Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Everyone, welcome to Morocco, where we will enjoy the wonderful performances of outstanding racing drivers from all over the world." The host on the rostrum began to introduce the long history of the competition and the famous drivers invited to participate in the competition this time: "And Different from previous years, this time we also welcomed a superhero Iron Man. He will be a special player in this competition. At the same time, he has also prepared a generous bonus. Of course, this bonus is not for the drivers. , but donated to the local education fund in the name of the winner. Let us applaud Iron Man’s generosity.”

"What's going on with that host? Why don't you introduce Nana?" Little Mindy pouted dissatisfiedly in the audience. If there weren't too many people here, she would really want to shoot this partial host, hum.

"Haha, that's because that shit guy gave me money. You know the v8 treatment. Who are these guys?" Fang Jie, who returned to the auditorium, looked at Mohammed and others in women's cheerleading uniforms with twitching corners of his mouth. Who can tell? What's going on with me?

"They are Xiaoqi's new little brothers. They are here to cheer for Nana today." Minty smiled and introduced everyone to the chef.

"Hello, I am your eldest lady's brother Fang Jie." The chef wanted to shake hands with the leader Mohammed in a friendly way, but when he saw the long skirt fluttering in the wind and the thighs exposed under the long skirt, he... Let's forget it. PC729's hobby is too scary. He actually accepted a group of cross-dressers as his disciples. Could it be that he was indoctrinated into something bad by some playboy?

"Since we are cheerleaders, of course we have to dress up like this, otherwise why would we still be called cheerleaders?" Mindy saw the constipated expression on the chef's face and immediately explained why Muhammad dressed up like this.

"Yes, but shouldn't cheerleaders wear short skirts and hold small colorful balls in their hands?" The chef thought about it. In his memory, it seemed that all the cheerleaders were dressed in short skirts. Mindy seemed not professional enough. .

"I can't help it. They are too big. I can't buy suitable short skirts. I can only make do with this for now. When I have the opportunity next time, I will find someone to customize a set." Mindi shrugged and said that the conditions did not allow it, otherwise I have already done this.

"Mr. Fang, please let me go." Mohamed and his gang continued to look melancholy. They thought the savior was coming, but they didn't expect this guy to be even more ruthless and even wanted to change their long skirts into short skirts that were full length. If we really change this, we would rather commit seppuku than agree to it. By the way, why does such a kind-hearted Miss Qi have such a group of scary friends and brothers? Is it too late for us to leave now?

"Look, it's Nana, why doesn't she leave?" As the indicator light came on, Yuan Ben's stationary car set off together. The first person in the queue was naturally Fabre. This guy's level is indeed very powerful. But why doesn’t Lena leave?

"Hey, Master, what's wrong with you?" Wireless's Morris asked strangely about Reina's situation.

"Then why did I fall asleep just now? It's all because of the host. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Reina's voice on the radio was obviously still sleepy. Don’t you know that little friends at this age love to sleep very much?

Morris: Master, we are competing, can you be more serious?

"Look who's so fast!" At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd. A silver-white racing car spray-painted with Tai Chi patterns surpassed Fabre in the blink of an eye. The latter's stylish appearance was really too coquettish. It’s packed.

"It's that guy with a big shit." The big chef in the stands looked at Iron Man who was riding all the way. When did this guy become so powerful?

At this time, Stark, who was sitting in the racing car, was munching melon seeds with a leisurely look on his face. The steering wheel in front of him kept spinning back and forth. It was clear that Jarvis was controlling it.

"Boss, do you need to keep accelerating?" Inside the car, Jarvis detected that he had reached the first position.

"Let's keep it like this until the finish line." Tony looked at the rearview mirror. He was already far ahead. It seemed unreasonable to continue cheating.

"Understood" Jarvis replied and then controlled the speed within a reasonable range, only maintaining a distance of fifty meters from Fabre.

"Who is this?" Fabre looked at the car in front of him that was constantly spraying flames: "Damn, we are racing, not flying a plane. It is a foul for you to install a rocket thruster."

"Boss, someone is catching up with me." A minute later, Jarvis suddenly reminded him: "The car behind seems to belong to Mr. Fang's apprentice."

"Hmm, how is that possible?" Stark looked at the speed of the car that had reached 250. This is already very fast, okay?

"I want to be first." The little girl on the Mustang looked at Stark, who could never surpass him, gritted her teeth and opened the red button in the tool box.

"Oh my God, what is going on?" A lot of spectators in the stands looked at the two cars that turned into monsters. This is a racing competition.

At this time, Jarvis is at full power. The appearance of the latter's racing car has completely changed. The four rocket thrusters are constantly spraying flames. It is clearly a rocket. And the same is true for our old Mustang, with its streamlined body and The front of the car is shining with red light, and its shape is as sci-fi as those open-car racing cars in highly intelligent formula racing cars.

"They committed a foul." A group of racing drivers led by Fabre quit racing. How did they pass the pre-race inspection?

"What the hell, what is this?" Ivan Vanke, who was hiding in the corner, looked at the two racing cars that turned into monsters. This was not what he had planned. At this speed, if he ran out to fight Stark, he would be hit.

"What's this?" Sitting in Jarvis' car, he resisted vomiting.

Stark was also confused. Damn this guy is awesome enough. What's going on with that Mustang at the back? When will that bastard cook change his car?

"Speed ​​up, speed up." At this time, the little loli Reina looked excited, it was so fun.

"Boom" As the two racing cars continued to accelerate, a stream of air exploded on the track, and the ordinary racing cars were directly thrown off the track.

"Oh, this is breaking the sound barrier." Someone in the audience shouted, and the atmosphere of the entire stadium reached its peak. It was so exciting. Isn't this a racing car? It's obviously a science fiction movie, or is it? The live version

"Looks like we got into trouble again." The chef in the stands covered his face, hoping that Nick wasn't watching TV this time.

"Bastard stuff" Nick Fury in SHIELD has blue veins all over his forehead: "Where did those two ghosts come from?"

"That's Tony and Chef's apprentice, right?" Colson looked at the picture on the monitor. He didn't expect that the engine he sold to Mindy and the others was so awesome. Would you like to get one for fun someday? It looks like it's over there at the Scientific Research Department. There's another set coming.

"It's them again." Nick was completely angry. Will these bastards become shit if they don't cause trouble?

"What now?" Coulson asked.

"The old way, if you can control it, control it." Nick sat slumped in the office chair. What's going on recently? Since meeting the big chef, SHIELD's workload has increased several times, especially with the advent of Hydra. With the emergence of the epidemic, the manpower on our side is becoming increasingly insufficient. It seems that my Avengers plan must be brought forward, and these unstable factors must be controlled, otherwise God knows what terrible things will happen.

"Alarm, the value of the reactor has reached the critical value. For your safety, we must slow down." Jarvis's voice sounded a little nervous in Tony's car. He said that he was running according to the most perfect route, so why couldn't he get away? What about the old wild horse after it fell? This is unscientific.

"Humph, it looks like we're about to pull off a trick." The little girl sitting in the Mustang slammed open the steering wheel shell. It turned out that there was a black button hidden in the center of the steering wheel.

"Burn the Mustang!" As the little loli yelled, the hood of the Mustang bounced off, the electronic components began to light up, and then the entire car sped up a bit faster.

"Boom, boom, boom!" As the Mustang speeded up again, the air wave caused by breaking the sound barrier rushed directly to the auditorium, and suddenly the entire auditorium was turned upside down.

"What on earth did you do to my car?" The chef looked at the old Mustang that transformed into a giant flame beast, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. He estimated that by the time the game was over, his car would be completely destroyed.

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