Marvel turns into Iron Man

Air Force One landed steadily on the ground, while the surrounding crowd cheered.

After all, this big plane represents more than just an ordinary plane.

"Wouldn't you think that my mother would still experience Clark's feelings in her lifetime?"

The appearance of a total of fourteen steel battle armors falling in front of the crowd at the same time is very oppressive.

The twelve Mark-7 steel armors released the people inside.

But the two special-model steel battle armors standing in front of them just stood there coldly.

A few guys who were accidentally thrown out of the plane were because of the armor on their bodies.

Not just a thrill ride, but a hero.

At this point, the engineering team rushed into the cabin to evaluate Air Force One.

The medical team also began to help the wounded.

In this day and age, news travels very fast.

The TV station's eyeliners in various places will pass the news to the headquarters.

The headquarters will dispatch the nearest team of reporters to find first-hand news.

The news that the US President's Air Force One was hijacked by terrorists did not know where it came from.

Many people saw the large plane falling through the thin clouds.

In fact, it is not difficult to find, you only need to take a telescope with a slightly higher magnification to see clearly.

The TV station broadcast the whole thing to the whole country in real time through the lens.

And Miss Stark's rescue operation was also seen by people watching news channels across the country.

"Miss Stark, don't you plan to come out and say a few words to the TV audiences across the country?"

The female reporter from the CNN American cable television network channel came forward.

Of the reporters present, this is probably the one who is qualified to step forward, right?

After all, CNN has a big business and is the largest news channel leader in the United States.

However, Miss Stark just smiled wryly.

"Sorry, I can't do this."

"These, my Iron Armors, are all unmanned."

"At this time, I am sitting on the bar counter with Colonel Rhodes on the top floor of Stark Industries Building in New York."

The Mark-21 controlled by Miss Stark rotated once, showing its unmanned technology to the surroundings.

At this time, in the center of Manhattan, New York, nearly 200 miles away from here.

It's in the lobby of the penthouse of Stark Industries Building.

"Okay, okay, you won."

Colonel Rhodes smiled wryly and removed the special device from his ear.

It was a large, lightweight plastic earphone.

However, although it is said to be a Bluetooth headset-like device, it actually has special functions.

[Miniature steel armor ultra-long-distance control device]

Miss Stark didn't give this thing a qualified name, she just called it casually.

The control device will project the control system of the battleframe in front of the eyes, and at the same time broadcast the information collected by the faceplate of the battleframe live.

It has a 24-hour uninterrupted signal supply from the Stark Industries Group satellite cluster.

Even across the other end of the entire earth, you can control the unmanned armor with unlimited connections.

Such equipment is installed on all Iron Armors.

The crisis was completely resolved, and Rhodes just casually took off the device next to his ear.

The projection was interrupted instantly, and he threw the device onto the bar counter of the bar.

"This thing looks good, can I have one?"

As he spoke, he picked up his glass and took a sip.

"You can take that thing if you want, and Jarvis will help you activate the control terminal of the Iron Patriot."

"But you'd better not lose it or give it to someone else, it's dangerous."

The projection of the device is still suspended in front of Miss Stark, and she is trying to prevent the reporters from asking questions enthusiastically.

Hearing that the armor is unmanned, this group of reporters gathered around without any burden.

The cameraman they brought was at close range to film Miss Stark's Iron Legion.

And this one is quite characteristic of Miss Stark.

Looks super shiny golden steel armor Mark-21 Midas.

Even she had nothing to say about that.

After all, as a decent person, I would not attack ordinary people at will.

The result is that they can only come here casually.

"Miss Stark, where is Mr. President......?"

The one who came was the person in charge of the base, a lieutenant general of the Air Force.

"General Rupert, we have sufficient evidence to prove that he has been taken away."

"If it's correct, the other party has cracked the core of the Iron Patriot's system."

"Our inability to pinpoint the whereabouts of the Iron Patriot means that the location of Mr. President is unclear."

Miss Stark shook her head lightly, reached for her glass and took a sip.

Mark-21 Midas also followed her movements and shook his head slightly.

"Well...thanks for your help, the country will remember your outstanding contribution."

"It would be great if we could find out the whereabouts of His Excellency the President."

The air force lieutenant general named Rupert nodded helplessly.

He also understands that Miss Stark has done her best and has no obligation to follow up on this matter.

And he also heard from the Secretary of State that the cause of the incident had ended.

For the group of superheroes, although the lieutenant general himself doesn't have much feeling.

But this matter, the hijacking of the president, is always a matter at the national level.

However, what is the situation of the hijacked Mr. President at this time.

Remember that abandoned factory building in New York Harbor?

That area is a port for import and export cargo belonging to Roxon Ocean Oil Company.

Yep, that's the Roxon oil, that poor guy who was beaten to death on TV.

The accountant of the Roxon Petroleum Company named Thomas is actually a high-level executive.

He used to talk to Killian about the transfer of the port, and it happened that Killian asked to help film the movie.

Thomas agreed happily, and cooperated very well with Trevor Slater.

And now, this cargo port that originally belonged to Roxon Ocean Oil Company was resold to Killian.

The Iron Patriot immediately descended to sea level after taking the president off Air Force One.

This is a means of preventing capture by radar scans—

"Welcome, Mr. President, I have been waiting for this meeting for a long time."

The Iron Patriot opened the cover, and President Eisley fell to his knees on the floor.

In front of him, Killian, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, smiled like a dog.

It seems that I have been waiting for a long time.

PS:

Honestly speaking, spelling is really fun

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