Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Good evening, sir, it is a pleasure to meet you."

As Killian said, he leaned over and saluted the president.

At this point, the president was kneeling on the floor.

And behind him, the red, blue and white national flag colors on the Iron Armor.

Let the whole picture be like a great irony——

The enemy has successfully captured the leader of the most powerful country in the West.

But the person who was supposed to be protected was delivered to the enemy by the machine used to protect him.

Having said that, however President Eisley is to Killian himself.

Its role is only to play a role in attracting prey bait.

And the so-called attracted prey was also the one he wanted to revenge day and night.

But, even if it is just an ordinary bait, what will happen to Mr. President?

He would be loaded into the Iron Patriot and hoisted between the gantry cranes in the harbor.

In Killian's controlled footage of live webcasts around the world.

Fueled by oil, the raging fire of thousands of degrees Fahrenheit burned alive in the battle armor.

For Killian, it was an execution, too.

A final execution belonging to Mandarin.

And after Eisley died in front of people all over the world, the US government will usher in a brand new president.

At that time, the Secretary of State controlled by Killian will be promoted to the position of president.

Until then, Killian had truly grasped the lifeblood of the West.

By that time, Killian believed that he had already completed his revenge.

"Mr. President, how about I show you something interesting."

Although it was a question, Killian reached out and directly pulled President Eisley from the ground.

"The cause of the matter was a mistake two years ago."

In this way, the president was dragged to the other side. Here, there is a transparent glass showcase.

"I've seen... this is a carrier belonging to Roxon Offshore Oil Company."

Eisley said, looking at a model of an oil carrier in a glass display case.

"Of course, of course you remember that it spilled almost a million gallons of oil in the Pensagos."

"Thanks to you, no one will take due legal responsibility."

Killian turned his head to look at President Eisley, his words were full of sarcasm.

At first, the oil carrier encountered a problem of crude oil leaking from damaged cabins.

The warnings were ignored and the entire ship sank to the bottom of the sea in just a few hours.

Until this time, the government slowly sent a rescue team to the rescue.

However, how can the oil spill in Chengde's marine pollution be solved so easily?

Most of the crew were buried in the sea with the ship, and the guys who survived by chance.

However, because of the long time of direct contact with the leaked oil, the chance of rescue was lost.

Few people were rescued until the matter was reported to the Office of the President in the White House.

Something about the oil spill, the sunken ship, the dead, and the pollution.

If the whole matter is known to the international community, it will have a considerable impact on the government's reputation.

Because of this, after discussing with Congress, President Eisley single-handedly suppressed the accident.

The relevant personnel were not punished by law, and it was as if nothing had happened.

But suppressing this matter does not mean that this accident does not exist——

All Killian needed was an excuse, one that would allow him to take the opportunity to execute the president.

"You...what the hell are you trying to do?"

Facing President Eisley's annoyed look, Killian just shook his head in embarrassment.

"Uh...it's nothing, Mr. President, I just want to show you."

"I just want to find a good reason to kill you that can be on TV."

Killian shrugged lightly and didn't seem to care.

"You see, I've found a proper political patriot."

"And tomorrow, he will replace you and exercise your authority."

As he said that, a grim smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, Mr. President, should I say goodbye?"

"Go and hang him up for me, now!"

Killian yelled at the men beside him, turned and left.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

The burly-looking black man grabbed Eisley and pulled him out.

Mr. President struggled feebly in the arms of the big man.

Christmas - for people in western countries, is a day of celebration.

American citizens who thought Air Force One going down was the biggest thing that happened today.

As they gather at home for a turkey feast.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound from the TV.

And then there's a colorful flag with these ten rings nestled together.

"Damn it, why are they again?"

No matter how the channel is changed, it will always be the banner of this terrorist organization.

In order to prevent the impact on the physical and mental health of the children, the adults can only let the children go back to their rooms first.

But they themselves could only stand in front of the TV worriedly and wait for the next picture.

I don't know who those crazy guys are going to kill.

Most of the American citizens standing in front of the TV were sweating from the bottom of their hearts for the victim they had never met.

Soon, the expected picture appeared on the TV.

It looks like a port.

Follow the footage of the camera, if it exists at all.

In the center of the port, under the huge double-girder gantry crane, stands a large Christmas tree nearly ten meters high.

It is not too accurate to say that it is a Christmas tree. It is actually a round oil drum stacked on top of each other.

I don't know who arranged the oil barrels like that from bottom to top, and wrapped a lot of Christmas lights around them.

But these are not the most important.

The camera pans into the air, as several spotlights are turned on.

On the top of the oil barrel Christmas tree, there is a thin figure in midair.

The light from several spotlights from different directions illuminates the figure clearly.

It was a steel battle armor that many people had seen.

The red and blue color scheme is intertwined, and the white star is drawn on the chest.

The answer is naturally - the most powerful hero of the US government, the Iron Patriot.

But what really surprised people was the person inside the armor.

The man showed his face, and the bright light hit his face, making him look uncomfortable.

However, the exposed face is almost unknown to everyone, and everyone knows it.

"God, that's Mr. President, how could he?!"

In Times Square, pedestrians stopped and pointed at the electronic screens in the streets and alleys and exclaimed.

The same picture was played on the electronic screens in the streets and alleys.

That was Mr. President, who was suspended in mid-air by a strong rope, wearing a steel armor.

"Viewers in front of the TV, I don't know if you have heard of the funeral of the Vikings."

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