I'm really not a superman in Marvel

Tony's seaside mansion, inside the studio.

"bring it on!"

Tony yelled, as if to cheer himself up.

"One last time! We can make it!"

"Sir, you haven't closed your eyes for 72 hours."

Jarvis reminded.

"Take a good video, Jarvis."

Tony patted the manipulator, then turned to the camera and said:

"The No.40 second-generation self-propelled attachment test has begun. Start the program! Let's play some music."

Light music suddenly sounded in the quiet studio, and Tony writhed rhythmically.

In the middle of the jump, he suddenly stretched out his right hand towards the pile of steel suit parts scattered on the work table.

The right hand part of the steel suit that detected Tony's movement reacted immediately, spewing flames into the air, and then quickly rushed towards Tony's right hand.

With a "clang", Tony's right hand firmly put on this part of the steel suit.

"Very good start, we are already halfway there!"

Tony smiled happily, and he did the same with his left hand, putting on the steel suit.

As Tony moved one by one, the steel suit was quickly assembled on his body.

"Okay! Looks like there's nothing wrong with this part."

Iron Man moved his body, and then said to himself:
"Next is the flight system and the weapon system."

"Sir, Miss Pooh just fell asleep."

Jarvis said kindly.

"Forehead?"

Tony hesitated.

"Then test it tomorrow."

With that said, Tony came out of the suit.

"The battle suit is ready, now let's take a look at the Mandarin..."

Standing in front of the work table, Tony's expression became completely serious.

He has not investigated this Mandarin these days, one reason is to give the government time to solve the problem, and the other reason is that he is not ready yet.

Mark 42 has not been debugged yet, and he is afraid that once he finds out the details of the Mandarin, he can't help but fly over directly, and fail because of a problem with the battle armor.

"Sir, I compiled the database of the Mandarin for you. Based on the intelligence intercepted by SHIELD, the FBI and the CIA, I started to reconstruct two crime scenes virtually."

Accompanied by Jarvis' voice, a three-dimensional picture of the memorial service site appeared on the ground, and a large number of various materials about the Mandarin emerged in midair.

"Okay! Let's take a look..."

Tony stood up from the stool, walked to the information with his hands behind his back, and began to browse.

"He is called a staff member, which means the leader's advisor..."

He wandered among the documents, quickly checking a large amount of information at a glance.

"South American Rebellion Tactics..."

After scanning the documents in front of him, he turned his head to look at the documents behind.

"Sounds like a Baptist preacher..."

Looking at it, Tony scratched his head in annoyance and said:
"There's too much information here, I can't read it."

After a pause, he turned his head and stretched out his hand:

"closure."

Jarvis closed all files and reminded:
"The high temperature caused by the explosion exceeded [-] degrees Celsius..."

Speaking, Jarvis also released a part of the enlarged three-dimensional image and continued:
"...can rapidly vaporize everything within a 12.5 yard radius."

"Three thousand degrees Celsius?"

Tony muttered to himself, and with an idea, he jumped up the steps and told Jarvis:

"Call up the temperature distribution map and take [-] degrees Celsius into account."

As soon as the words fell, the original scene map of the memorial service disappeared, replaced by a global map, and red beams of light that continuously rose representing high temperature.

"Oracle Cloud Computing has completed the analysis. It is now accessing satellites to map thermal events over the past 12 months."

In a moment, the global three-dimensional map was filled with red beams of light.

"Exclude the locations that the Mandarin attacked."

Tony ordered.

Afterwards, the beams of light on the map rapidly decreased, leaving only a few.

Tony looked over one by one to see if there was anything unusual about these thermal events.

"No, no, no..."

Based on his experience and memory, he eliminated the beams of light on the map one after another, and finally stopped on a beam of light.

"That's it!"

Tony pointed at the beam of light, and Jarvis immediately retrieved the incident information.

"Are you sure he didn't do this?"

Tony asked suspiciously.

"Encounter any known terrorist attack on Mandarin in time, which is a suicide by detonating explosives..."

"Come closer!"

Tony stared straight at the data and ordered, and the data flew in front of Tony's eyes in a moment.

"The heat energy characteristics are similar, both are [-] degrees Celsius."

Jarvis also explained.

Tony glanced through the information quickly, and couldn't help but believe that there might be some important information here.

"Ever been to Tennessee? Jarvis."

"Preparing to fly to Tennessee tomorrow..."

After completing a series of arrangements, Tony stood there in a daze, not knowing what was in his mind, and did not move for a long time.

"My lord, I will kill you..."

……

The next day, the President of the United States boarded the plane.

President Ellis' face was ugly, and the officials around him were also silent, and everyone's eyes were locked on the small screen.

In the picture, it is the culprit who has caused many terrorist attacks recently and caused headaches for this group of officials - the Mandarin.

Yes, the Mandarin has hacked into the TV signal again, broadcasting threats live.

"Mr. President, there are two more lessons to cover, and I want to finish by Christmas."

The Mandarin on the TV was speaking mysteriously, and then the screen changed, revealing the Mandarin and a trembling white-haired old man at his feet.

The Mandarin held a pistol, pointed at the old man at his feet and said:

"This is Thomas Richard, nice name and good job. Thomas is an accountant for the Rox Oil Company, and I'm sure he's a good guy..."

At this time, the picture shows the old man who was frightened by the words of the Mandarin and cried bitterly, trembling all over.

"I'm going to blow his head off later and shoot him in 30 seconds, just watch it live."

The Mandarin paused for a moment, letting the crying of the old man on the ground be heard clearly on the TV, then pointed to a nearby phone and said:

"You have this phone number in your phone... Exciting isn't it? Exciting just thinking about it! Americans, if your president calls me in 30 seconds, Tom won't have to die, go!"

On the plane, all the officials looked solemn and said nothing.

There is no doubt that the Mandarin has posed a problem for them.

If the president bows to the terrorists and makes this call in order to save Tom, the credibility of the US government will inevitably be greatly damaged.

Once the government bows its head, there will be endless troubles.

Will the government bow to the terrorists if any terrorist captures an American in the future?

How is this anti-terrorism?How to maintain order?

According to the past practice of the United States, it is absolutely to send troops to kill the provocative terrorists.

As for the life and death of the hostages?
Of course, you have to ask God about this kind of thing.

But the mandarin is different this time, his live broadcast is seen by millions or even tens of millions of Americans, and his influence is far greater than before.

If the matter is still handled in the original way, how can the president and the government face thousands of irrational Americans?

You must know that in this "free" country, many people are not so high-quality, and they don't have any blind trust in the government and the president.

Once they are not handled well, it is easy to arouse all kinds of demonstrations, and even cause regional turmoil under the control of people with good intentions, which in turn affects the national situation.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Americans are standing in front of the TV, staring at the phone intently.

One question on their minds: Will the president make the call?
"How did he hack into my phone?"

The president held his private phone with a sullen face, which showed an incoming call from a number.

"We can't let terrorists do whatever they want."

The official sitting closest to the president's seat saw the president's intentions, and immediately emphasized it firmly.

"I have to make this call!"

The president took off his glasses and spoke decisively.

"I have to make this call!"

"I strongly object!"

The officials objected relentlessly, but unfortunately the objection was ineffective.

"Just call!"

The president stood up, stared at the phone on the screen, and swiped the phone to dial the call.

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone rang on the TV screen, which made countless Americans excited.

Their president chose to save Americans!

Long live America!

Even old Tom on the ground stopped crying and looked up at the phone with a beaming face.

But right now!
The Mandarin who had been expressionless all of a sudden raised his gun and pointed it at Tom who was on the ground.

"No!"

At this moment, countless Americans roared in their hearts, and they didn't even dare to watch what happened next.

"boom!"

The shot rang out, and in a pool of blood, Old Tom died with regret.

In the picture, the Mandarin threateningly said in a sinister tone:
"There's only one lesson left, President Ellis. Run and kiss your children goodbye, because nothing, not your army, not even your circus troop will save you!"

On the plane, the president took a deep breath with an unacceptable expression.

"We'll see you again."

After the last words, the terrifying face of the Mandarin disappeared into the logo of the Ten Rings Gang.

The president paused for a while with dull eyes, and after recovering, he said in a cold tone:
"Order Rhodes, find this lunatic now."

"Sir, we have traced the signal. The source of the signal may be in Pakistan. The Iron Patriot is on call at any time."

Behind him, an officer in military uniform reported.

Since the TV signal was hacked last time, the government has made preparations for anti-tracking the other party after the TV signal is hacked again.

Otherwise, the TV signal main station that has learned the lesson from the last time can completely cut off all the signals as soon as the TV signal is hacked.

Too bad it now looks like the signal should have been cut sooner rather than let it play in order to track down the source.

The president didn't want to let the mandarins live longer, so he immediately issued an order:

"Right now, right now!"

"As ordered, sir."

The officer left with the order, while Mr. President stood there blankly for a long time.

He knew that countless Americans were destined to remember this day.

On this day, tens of millions of Americans will shed tears because they watched the greatest country in their hearts collapse.