Marvel turns into Iron Man

Miss Stark's position is weird, really weird.

To be honest, she has been very... indescribable since her awakening.

At first, I struggled hard to survive in this gloomy world.

Later, after getting four gems in a row, she seemed to slow down too.

More, enjoy life in this world, enjoy time, enjoy everything.

The so-called hero, she didn't think it was a kind of responsibility that she shouldered.

Everything I do is just a choice made under pressure.

She habitually follows her own temperament to do what she likes.

Running around here and there, you have to plug in one side, and then get bored after playing for a while.

A typical 3-minute heat is indeed a 3-minute heat.

This has a great relationship with her own inner nature.

Instinctively hate those bad things and like good things.

But in fact, her actions are more inclined to the side of chaos, and she does things completely according to her own preferences.

It was as if she was holding Savin's neck tightly, trying to strangle him to death.

"Eric Savin, how much debt do you think you owe me, and how do you plan to pay me back?"

While talking, she suddenly laughed.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, you can't afford it."

Another intense light protruded from the chest of the battle armor, and sank straight into Savin's chest.

Although the inferior version of Extremis produced by Killian also has the ability to regenerate severed limbs, it also has significant flaws.

One of them is that if the heart is wiped out in an instant, the Extremis virus will completely get out of control.

This loss of control will not bring about a sharp increase in energy and heat up to cause an explosion.

It's that the extremis virus all over his body has really lost control and has no response.

Little bald Savin, the blood vessels in his neck that were originally lit up with energy conduction gradually dimmed.

He coughed up a few streaks of blood from his throat, and his eyes were completely dull.

The body slid down the wall like a torn bag.

"In this way, it is considered that you have made atonement for what you did."

But it wasn't until this time that Miss Stark noticed that something was wrong.

A small controller that he had been holding tightly in his hand also fell to the ground with his death.

Coincidentally, the remote just hit the damn mechanism.

"Holy shit!"

Unrefined words popped out of Miss Stark's mouth.

Then what greeted her was - Boommmmmmmmmmm! ! !

The remote-controlled bomb was placed inside the Iron Patriot and brought to Air Force One.

And even a small bomb only needs to cause a hole in one side of the plane's wall.

The result must be that either the fuselage was bombed and disintegrated in the air.

Either... the hole created by the bomb was poured in, and the huge wind would blow the whole body apart.

And just [-] feet above the ground, the consequences of the disintegration of Air Force One are also obvious.

Aviation fuel can cause a violent explosion, and then blow the entire aircraft into fly ash.

Air Force One simply disappeared, and none of the crew members inside, living or dead, could escape.

The laser transmitter on the arm sliced ​​through the tightly sealed door, and the condition of the cabin behind was somewhat hopeless.

The explosion of the bomb first directly killed the people who were close.

The ensuing breach pulled several unbelted passengers out of the plane in an instant.

The rest of the people, who were wearing seat belts, were not safe at this time.

The air pressure dropped sharply, and it was difficult to breathe, but they couldn't unfasten the seat belts around their waists.

The result of unfastening the seat belt is also being pulled out of the plane. After all, the human body is not as thick as the steel armor.

Miss Stark looked at the situation in the back cabin, her face was a little ugly.

"Are you okay, I'll take you to the back."

She leaned over to the pale-faced stewardess who was strapped to the seat by the seat belt.

Help her tear off the seat belt, then hug her and send her to the corridor of the aisle.

It's not very close to the back cabin. Although the wind is still strong, at least it won't suck people out.

"Go help them, please!"

Although the stewardess was scared, she still pushed away the embrace of the steel armor.

"Be safe, honey, I'm going now."

In the face of disaster, everyone is a grasshopper on a rope.

The security people ran to help pick up the people sent by Miss Stark, and then asked her to search other places faster.

Miss Stark sent all the survivors to the circular office in the middle of the cabin.

Then, looking at the hole in the back cabin alone, he fell into thought again.

"Jarvis, I remember that ordinary civilian airliners will prepare lifeboats for emergency landing at sea?"

Miss Stark glanced around in private, and then asked her intelligent AI for advice again.

"Yes, miss, you can plug that broken hole by deploying the lifeboat indoors."

Jarvis answered in her ear, still clear and clear.

"You guys, does anyone know where the life raft is, help me find it!"

Looking back at the people behind her, Miss Stark shouted loudly.

It was still the flight attendant who was rescued first, leading her to find what she wanted.

"Very well, thank you, they should all be thanking you."

The life raft was opened from the inside, and it was stuck directly at the mouth of the large hole that had leaked.

Although it is not a strong material, at least it is not so dangerous.

Miss Stark was relieved at last, and so were those who were still alive.

But that doesn't mean it's safe—

In order to prevent Air Force One from exploding and disintegrating, she broke into the cockpit.

"Two poor guys, just lost their lives."

For the two drivers, she just shook her head slightly, and stepped over them to the side of the driving dashboard.

"Jarvis, mark for me where the dump valve is, I'm going to drain all the fuel from the tank."

Miss Stark is not a professional and does not know how to fly large aircraft.

"Boeing VC-25A, the operation steps corresponding to opening the oil unloading valve have been marked for you."

That’s where Jarvis’s magical power lies——

Soon, Miss Stark followed the prompts on the visor to open the oil discharge valve of the fuel tank in sequence.

Dumping aviation fuel is also a choice made by Miss Stark out of safety considerations.

For those who have been sucked out of the cabin of the airliner, Rhodes has gone to the rescue with a small team of steel armor.

What she has to do now is to protect the remaining living people in the cabin and the face of the US government.

Of course, the US government's presidential plane exploded in the air, and only those politicians have to worry about it.

Miss Stark just didn't want the rest of the people to be involved in this senseless fight and die.

PS:

Happy spelling~~~

I still need to code!Don't stop me!It won't work if anyone stops me!