The knight passing by Marvel

Chapter 170 A Different Driver

Greer rode a motorcycle to another entrance of Stark Tower, stopped at the gate, took off his helmet, and before he could say anything, a guard in a black suit, sunglasses and earphones came over, bowing slightly The body said: "Mr. Stark, waiting for you on the top floor of the building, this is your temporary pass."

As he said, he handed over a card with a metal clip in both hands. Greer took it and clipped it on his clothes. The railing had already been opened, and he drove in with a twist of the accelerator. The car is parked there.

Carrying the helmet to the parking space, he patted the lid of the storage box, and the storage box made of special alloy was opened immediately, revealing that there were three magic books and the hanging ring inside, and he threw the helmet in casually, obviously only two The storage box is ten centimeters long, wide and high, but throwing in two helmets and three magic books that are as thick as Cihai, it is still so empty, it feels like throwing a car in it will not be able to fill it up.

The Stark Tower is nearly 300 meters high, and it took a while to reach the top floor even by taking the high-speed elevator dedicated to Stark. The luxurious villa dedicated to Stark is indeed like a villa.

Like Stark's villa in Malibu, the entire wall is replaced by high-strength glass, and the Atlantic Ocean and ships on the sea can be seen. Such a height always gives people a feeling of looking down on all living beings.

Greer is no stranger to the Chrysler Building with long spikes on the front left, or he is familiar with many buildings in Manhattan. When he played "Prototype", he manipulated the game characters countless times. Jumping and gliding from building to building, and now...he can do it in reality.

Glancing at the Chrysler Building for a second, these thoughts flashed through Greer's mind. Greer saw Daisy running towards him in a hurry, making Greer open her arms involuntarily, but when Daisy ran in front of him, she pulled Pick up Greer's coat.

This made Greer, who was about to be hugged, extremely embarrassed. Stark, who was sitting at the bar on the right, let out a strange cry and said with a cramped smile, "I'm not interested in watching people make out. There are many rooms here. , you can go there."

With that said, he turned his head and looked at Happy next to him: "Take them to that very interesting room."

"No, no," Greer hurriedly stopped, grasping Daisy's hands with both hands, looked at Daisy very suspiciously, and asked, "Louise, what's wrong?"

Stark poured himself a glass of wine, sat on the bar and dangled the wine glass, and said: "Hey, it's very rude to refuse a girl's enthusiasm, you will make the girl hate you, believe me, the higher the height, the fun The more hi."

Greer looked at Stark helplessly, not wanting to talk to the old rogue, looked down at Daisy who was a little bit wrong, and asked again: "What's wrong?"

"Belt, belt!" Daisy muttered, struggling to hook Greer's jacket with her fingers and pulling it up a little, revealing the decade drive tightly tied around her waist, her eyes were full of doubts and curiosity, death Staring at the milky decade driver tightly bound by the metal frame.

Daisy's appearance really didn't sound right, and Greer didn't dare to use too much force so as not to hurt her arm. He raised his head and cast doubtful eyes on Happy. The strong and strong Happy shook his head and spread his hands: "I also I don't know, she has been like this since she got off the car, she must have remembered something?"

Daisy had already straightened up, raised her head, and looked carefully at Greer's face, which was only more than ten centimeters away. At such a close distance, even a little bit of breathing could reach the other party, making Greer blush instead. I couldn't help but slid half a step backwards, trying to create some distance.

Seeing this, Stark, who was 'watching the show', turned his head to Happy and said, "Absolute rookie, how can you step back at this time, you should move forward."

Daisy sighed slightly, and murmured as if disappointed: "It's not like that, the color is wrong, and the pattern... seems to be wrong."

"What's wrong?" Monk Greer Zhanger couldn't figure it out. He was confused by her series of actions from the moment he entered the door. Could it be that he was frightened? There is a possibility. After all, the exhibition hall was full of explosions and blood. flying.

Just as Daisy was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of Stark and Happy from the corner of her eye, bit her lip, and said in a low voice, "Let's talk when we go back, I have something to ask you."

"Oh?!" Greer was still in a daze, maybe he was asking himself if he was a Kamen Rider?But didn't she see it all?
There was nothing to watch, so Stark stood up and said as he walked, "The time for whispering is over, the next thing is business."

Greer turned his head, looked at the leisurely and comfortable Stark, and asked helplessly: "Mr. Stark, didn't you say that you have something urgent? Could it be that your urgent matter is an alcoholic?"

"Yeah." Stark looked at the wine glass in his hand, and nodded seriously: "It is indeed a very important thing, it can be ranked in the top ten, and making money is the last item in my plan."

'Snapped! Greer slapped his head, and finally understood why the good-tempered US team wanted to beat him up on the space carrier of S.H.I.E.L.D. He answered irrelevant questions, had a hippie smile, was full of airs from the boss, and showed unconscious arrogance. It was too irritating, and after a little guidance, it turned into an urge to beat someone up.

Stark didn't care what Greer thought, or rather, he didn't care about other people's feelings at all, and shouted directly into the empty hall: "Jarvis, bring the screen of the press conference over."

"Yes, sir!"

The TV on the wall instantly lit up, showing the live broadcast of the press conference. The CEO of Stark Industries, Pepper, was reading a speech to the reporters crowded in the living room. It seemed that Stark left in a hurry to engage in That's it, after all, so many people died at his fair, there must be something to do.

Pepper was dressed in business attire, and read with a serious face: "...at the hearing a few months ago, a congressman asked Mr. Stark to hand over his iron suit to protect the people of the US Empire, and to terrorize the people in Monaco. After the attack, Mr. Stark was severely condemned for not handing over the steel suit as a selfish act.

But the second company with the technology to manufacture steel suits on a large scale has just appeared, and the appalling incident of steel suits killing humans crazily happened.If the steel suit technology continues to spread, such out-of-control incidents will probably continue to happen.

Not everyone is Stark, and not all companies are Stark Industries, which can provide extremely strict protective measures for steel suits, so that no one can take advantage of them. I still remember when the unmanned vehicle was just launched At that time, there were many incidents in which hackers controlled unmanned vehicles to cause car accidents.

I think you have all seen the consequences of steel suits being manipulated. It is a thousand times more serious than unmanned vehicles. Do the people of the United States really need the protection of such manipulative steel suits?Just like nuclear weapons, in the hands of a few responsible countries, it is safer than all countries in the world.

I would like to ask the congressman here, if Stark handed over the steel suit, can you guarantee that such out-of-control incidents will not happen, and companies such as Hammer Industries, which are not technically qualified, can get the steel suit? Large-scale manufacturing technology, and allows the military to invest, how did it pass the production qualification review?Facts have proved that Hanmer Industries and the irresponsible review department are responsible for this accident. "

(End of this chapter)