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Chapter 126 Too Dangerous (Please Subscribe!)
The invisible Quin-jet fighter flew quietly in the midair of the arena, like a hunter waiting for the prey to show its tail.

Garp was lying on the window curiously, looking at the little dots below, but he seemed extremely happy.

This was his first time flying in mid-air, and although he didn't rely on his own ability, it was enough to make him happy.

Natasha looked at Mars on the next co-pilot, saw that his eyes were closed, and said softly: "The race is about to begin."

Mars nodded unobtrusively. If it weren't for Natasha's keen observation, he would have thought Mars hadn't heard it at all.

At the same time, the racing venue below was already overcrowded.

Now, Tony Stark's appeal is stronger than any star's appeal.

Looking at the crazy crowd wearing Iron Man gloves and Iron Man masks, Ivan Vanke dressed as a decadent uncle had a gloomy expression on his face.

The more popular Iron Man becomes, the more angry he becomes with the Starks.

These cheers should have belonged to him, to their Vanke family!
It won't be long, it won't be long before he'll discredit the Starks and make them shameless thieves!
However, the problem he has to face now is how to get in...

Squeezing through the crowd, Ivan Vanke was sweating even though his body was like a bear from Siberia.

Every drop of sweat shed now is to make the blood more colorful in a while!
Ivan Vanke stood outside the gate of the racetrack, thinking bitterly, trying to get away with the flow of people entering the racetrack.

"you are you!"

A black ticket inspector stopped Ivan Vanke, his bell-like eyes were full of anger, as if he had caught a despicable blasphemer.

Ivan Vanke pretended not to hear with an indifferent face, and squeezed inside.

"Hey! What about you!"

The black ticket inspector pressed Ivan Vanke's shoulder.

Ivan Vanke looked at the other party indifferently, and said, "Let go!"

"Tickets! No tickets! Never see Iron Man!"

Ivan Vanke clenched his fists, wishing he could take out the whip wrapped around his waist and split the opponent in half!

"Don't try to make trouble!"

Seeing that Ivan Vanke had no urge to take the ticket, the black man suddenly blinked at Ivan Vanke and said, "Come out!"

Ivan Vanke's heart moved.

Could it be...he met a ticket inspector hoarding tickets?

Without any resistance, Ivan Vanke was pressed on the shoulder by the opponent, walked out of the crowd entering the venue, and followed the black ticket inspector to a relatively secluded corner.

Yes, that's right, you should find a relatively secluded corner to conduct transactions.

The corners of Ivan Vanke's mouth were slightly raised, but his brows were unconsciously frowned.

I don't know if he has enough money...

The big black man stopped in his tracks.

It was a corner surrounded by three walls, very hidden.

"Want a ticket?"

The big black man looked at Ivan Vanke with a smile, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him with an expression that made Ivan Vanke's hair stand on end.

Ivan Vanke frowned, and said in a rough and hoarse voice, "How much?"

"No!" The big black man raised his finger and said, "No money, just pay for something you have never valued before."

As he said that, the big black man looked down, and Ivan Vanke felt a gust of wind, and the atmosphere in this hidden corner became weird.

"Look!" The big black man's expression became obscene, he smiled strangely, and said, "Look, you understand."

I understand your mother's size!

Ivan Vanke took a step back unconsciously, and grabbed the electric whip wrapped around his waist.

The big black man squinted at Ivan Vanke, licked his lips, and said, "One cannon for one ticket, it's fair."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Ivan Vanke.

Ivan Vanke stared, like a furious brown bear, and punched the big black man in the face.

Bang, bang, bang!
After half a minute...

Ivan Vanke tightened the belt around his waist, spat at the big black man wearing only a pair of big underpants on the ground, picked up the clothes belonging to the big black man on the ground, and left quickly.

Now that he has this suit, he doesn't even need a ticket.

shit!

Thinking of his experience of almost losing his virginity, Ivan Vanke couldn't help but secretly annoyed, and put this account on Tony Stark's head.

At the same time, two men and one woman, three people with indifferent faces also walked outside the arena, walked to a hidden corner, jumped on the wall twice, jumped directly into the arena, and quickly blended into the arena in the flow of people.

At the same time, in the racing club, Justin Hammer, who was sitting with a blond beauty, pressed the strange symbol on his neck, showing a sinister smile.

Tony changed into a racing suit, stood on the spot and twisted a few times, getting used to the racing suit, and said to Pepper who was holding the helmet beside him: "My steel suit is more comfortable."

Pepper shook his head with a smile, passed the helmet over, and said, "Tony, you're just here to perform!"

Stay out of the limelight!

Tony smiled slightly, understood what Pepper hadn't said, put the helmet on his head, and said, "I know!"

click!
Pulling down the glass mask, Tony, who was wearing the No. 1 racing suit, turned around and walked out of the lounge. He paused and said to the staff beside him, "Wait for me, I'm going to the bathroom."

After the words fell, before the staff could speak, they turned and walked to the other side.

A few minutes later, Tony, wearing the No. [-] racing suit, came out, nodded to the staff, and walked to the car preparation area. Amid the cheers, he sat in the No. [-] car.

The game is about to start...

Watching the racing cars slowly come to the starting point, fans of Iron Man, racing fans, ordinary tourists, as well as Mars and Natasha flying in the air, as well as the enemies hiding in the dark, all set their sights on the racing car. on the road.

Ivan Vanke took off the ticket inspector's clothes, changed into the stadium staff's clothes, pressed down the brim of his hat, stuffed a toothpick in his mouth, and slowly walked into the stadium.

The corners of Ivan Vanke's mouth curled up, feeling his slowly accelerating heart, and exhaled lightly to make himself excited.

Immediately, he could see everyone's surprised expressions!
Immediately, he will be able to appear on the stage and let everyone in the world see him!
Immediately, he made Stark notorious, and the name Vanke resounded all over the world!
"Heh...Tony Stark, listen to the cheers, this is the last time you will hear it!"

With a whisper, Ivan Vanke walked out of the dark passage and stood in the sunlight.

Three, two, one!

drop!
As the start signal appeared, all the cars rushed out of the starting line.

(End of this chapter)