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Didn't expect that? Your soldiers, ministers, carriages, artillery and soldiers are all my people!
Vanke maintained the posture of squatting and about to jump up, with both whips raised high but he dared not move and remained silent.
It was like the movie was paused.
The black colonel was amazed, stunned, and in awe. He licked the corners of his dry mouth unconsciously through his visor, staring with dead fish eyes, "Is this... your backup plan? Oh my god, it's amazing..."
Stark patted the ghost's shoulder, and his joyful praise came from the armor, "Okay, good job."
"I've already told you there's no backup plan. This is called on-site subversion... Do you understand the value of my mouth cannon?"
The villain's big talk is the way to death, while the hero's big talk is the reliance for victory.
Lai Mu took a step forward, looked at the more than thirty machines in the sky, and then looked at Ivan Vanko.
"Do you have any last words? I'll give you ten minutes...is that enough?"
The situation was reversed in an instant, which was beyond Ivan Vanko's ability to understand. He didn't know where he had made a mistake, and he was being played around like a hamster.
The incident happened too suddenly, but the chilling murderous intent was right in front of him, leaving him no time to think.
"I……"
He stood up straight, said the word "I", and then a flashing red light appeared on his chest - it was self-destruction!
Ivan Vanko wanted to rush forward, but was fired upon by 32 machines in the next second.
Sixty seconds later, the entire armored vehicle and Ivan Vanko inside it were reduced to ashes in the stream of artillery fire.
A person who has nothing naturally has no last words... If there is one, it must be to drag everyone in front of him to death together.
Tony Stark sighed with mixed feelings as he looked at the explosion and flames before him.
It’s better to die than to do that, at least there is one less extreme terrorist.
People do not share the same joys and sorrows, and it is even more difficult for them to understand each other's thoughts.
After returning from Morocco, Stark did some research and learned that his father and the other party's father had some old grudges, but he still couldn't understand why Ivan Vanko was so obsessed with killing him.
In the past ten or twenty years, Stark didn't even know the other party, and the two had never met each other... For Stark, this was no less than an unexpected disaster.
Now that the other person was dead, he even wanted to clap his hands in joy.
But... Stark remembered something.
He opened his visor and glared at Lai Mu, "You said it was dangerous! I paid the price with my birthday party, and it ends like this? Today is my birthday!"
"You can handle this easily, are you playing tricks on us like this?"
Lai Mu waved his hands nonchalantly, "Don't worry, don't rush. I bought you a cake, it's on the second floor, you can eat as much as you want by yourself later, I won't snatch it from you this time."
"And it's safer with you here, isn't it? Don't you think you'll be the last, strongest line of defense? So you're our backup!"
Stark was a little disappointed, but he reluctantly accepted this reason. "Tsk... that's right..."
The black colonel was heartbroken. "What about me? I'm just a front-row audience member, right? It feels like watching a movie. I was excited, thrilled, and panicked, but none of it had anything to do with me."
"Let's go, let's go upstairs to cut the cake. By the way, call Pepper to come back. It's her birthday after all, so everyone should be together. Call Happy too."
"Where's your little girlfriend?"
"Forget about her, it's your birthday, not mine."
The three men took off their armor and went upstairs, and the sound gradually faded away.
……
Outside Stark Villa, thirty-two unmanned robots automatically lined up and flew to another hill, to Lai Mu's villa.
The wind pressure from the flight blew over the holes on the ground created by the artillery fire. In the dark red holes glowing with fire, tiny sparks flew up with the wind and then extinguished in the air. No one saw it, and no one cared.
In the living room on the second floor of the villa.
Lemu, Stark, Roddy, Natasha and Pepper and Happy who came later, the six of them sat together, laughing and talking while eating.
Even Justin Hammer, a prisoner, got a small piece of the pie.
He huddled in a corner with a miserable look on his face. He ate the cake carefully and licked the cream off his hands, as if he was having his last supper.
This might be the last piece of cake he eats in his life.
He knew that Hammer was finished, and so was he...
Chapter 74. Here is the creative DIY session (2.5K)
It was late at night, after twelve o'clock, and Stark's birthday was over.
Everyone stayed in Stark's villa for one night.
Three thirty in the morning is when the night is darkest and people sleep the deepest.
A stealthy dark figure sneaked out of the guest room and found the Mark II parked in Stark's underground studio.
He and Stark are close friends, know the password to the basement, and are authorized to drive the Mark II during the day.
Roddy tiptoed into his armor, started the engine, and quietly took off into the air with a trail of flames.
The black colonel in the armor smiled with satisfaction.
Mark series technology, this is what the military wants. If you get it smoothly, you don’t have to resign.
Although Lai Mu said that he planned to hand over the Mark II to the military, why wouldn't he want the complete version if he could get it?
Moreover, Stark's attitude is ambiguous, and it is still unclear whether to give it or not.
living comfortably without anybody's help.
After he shakily took off into the air, he looked around carefully and avoided the next hill.
A few hours ago, dozens of red lasers were shot out from the building on the hilltop, exploding the rockets in the sky one by one.
The memories of that time always lingered in his mind and could not be shaken off.
He had reason to believe that as long as he dared to pass by there, he would become a lonely firework in the sky in the next second.
Roddy set the navigation position to the air force base through the armor system, then squinted his eyes comfortably. He could still take a ten-minute nap.
The Mark II, with the coordinates set, flew automatically, turned a corner, and flew towards... the next hill.
? ! ! Stop!
Roddy quickly switched to manual mode, but the armor didn't respond at all, as if it had malfunctioned.
Then, a thin red laser suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and passed by his visor.
“Fu*k!”
Luckily I didn't scare him to death.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, dozens of red lasers suddenly appeared around him, locking onto him as a target and firing continuously.
For a moment, Mark II was like a dragonfly in the wind and rain, shuttling between red dead lines.
Roddy brushed shoulders with death again and again, as if he would be torn into countless pieces in the next second.
"God! Wahh ...
Sharp screams echoed through the sky.
This is too exciting! The middle-aged colonel said he couldn't accept it!
……
When it was dawn, Colonel Rody slowly woke up on the sofa.
Stark, a chocolate bar in his mouth, walked past the sofa and patted his confused face.
"you're awake?"
"Why am I here? I'm not... not...?"
Roddy looked around blankly, his eyes dull, and he felt a sense of unreality.
He clearly remembered stealing the Mark II, flying into the sky... and then being strafed by lasers.
How come I'm back in this villa when I opened my eyes?
He sighed heavily, damn, what a horrible nightmare!
"By the way, you flew in the sky for a long time last night, which consumed a lot of energy of the Mark II. You also triggered the laser interception system of the Lemu family, which consumed a lot of electricity."
"I'll send you the bill later, remember to pay it."
!!!
Roddy punched himself hard in the face and fell flat on the sofa.
How stupid I am, really!
I only know that I can drive the Mark II, but I don’t know how many backdoors others have left!
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Laimu's luxurious seaside villa.
On the huge H-lift platform in front of the villa, he looked at the robots lined up in four rows, eight in each row, and smiled with satisfaction.
Although Hammer's technology is pretty rubbish, it's good to get something for free. All these things in front of you are worth nearly one billion.
The thirty-two machines are divided into four types.
Army, equipped with self-aiming artillery.
Navy, equipped with anti-aircraft missiles.
Air Force and Marines, equipped with machine guns.
There was also a smell of fresh motor oil on it.