The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 176 Sports car
Tony Stark, no doubt, the name has a special character.

The well-known superhero Iron Man, the philanthropic billionaire, the cynical playboy, and the top scientists and engineers have been ranked first in the readers' voting column of "The Man You Want to Bear Monkeys Most" by Vanity Fair magazine for fifteen weeks .

This Howard Hughes-like legend was just stepping off the sports car, straightened his collar a little, and showed a reserved and proud smile to the reporters who had been waiting for a long time.

Stark is an arms dealer, but he is also a philanthropist. He has established many charitable foundations, including but not limited to African humanitarian organizations, the last wishes of leukemia children, and so on.

At this time, what he was going to attend was a large-scale charity gala.

The person who opened the car door for Mr. Stark was a middle-aged gentleman with a suit and leather shoes, a greasy face, a low-key watch and other exterior decorations, enough for courtesans in halter-style outfits to quickly assess his net worth of tens of millions of dollars.

"Hey Tony, long time no."

The middle-aged gentleman just wanted to say hello and give Stark a hug, so that the reporters next to him could take a photo of the two of them, which would be published in tomorrow's newspaper, in order to restore the decline in the stock of the company under the gentleman's name.

Unfortunately, before the sentence was finished, the gentleman bowed down and spat it out.

"Yuck~"

Pale pasty fluid gushed out of his nostrils and mouth, and splashed all over the ground. Tony Stark subconsciously stepped back a few steps to avoid this unfamiliar "friend" who was vomiting.

The reporters were like vultures smelling carrion, and the camera shutters sounded one after another, and they joined together to capture the embarrassment of this unknown gentleman and the expression of astonishment and disgust on Tony's face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the security personnel on the side hurried forward, trying to pull the gentleman away.

"Roar!"

The gentleman stood up suddenly, and countless tentacles gushed out from his throat, piercing through the throats of those security guards with lightning speed.

Half a second later, the crowd started screaming and running wildly, and those glamorous upper-class elites fled in a hurry. While retreating, some reporters still used their cameras to frantically take pictures of the scene in front of them.

The crowd farther away was still at a loss, and saw other people screaming and running.

People's herd mentality is so strong that a group of men and women in a dark corner at the very edge of the charity party were separated by the scattered crowd before they had time to unzip their trousers.

However, the situation was worse than they imagined.

The security guards whose necks were pierced by tentacles stood up unsteadily after 20 seconds. Together with the earliest gentlemen, they raised their heads high and hunted down those who were running a little slower with the fleshy whiskers extending from their throats. innocent.

Tony Stark was lucky, his sports car door was light and strong, and the whip-like flesh whiskers could only leave deep grooves on it, and it was still some time before they could be pierced.

That's enough.

Tony put his hand on the steering wheel of the sports car, and the voice of Stark Group computer AI Jarvis came from the car radio: "Fingerprint confirmed, armor dressing procedure started."

The steering wheel suddenly sags downwards, and the extremely precise parts continue to overflow, completely covering Tony's arm.

At the same time, the driver's seat is also folded inward, and the mechanical arms extending from all corners of the seat piece together various parts, seamlessly.

In a few seconds, Tony Stark has changed from a weak playboy to an iron man representing modern industrial beauty.

Without waiting for the sports car to open the sunroof according to the established procedure, Iron Man kicked open the door. With the assistance of a generation-leading vector control system, the flamethrower under his feet perfectly helped this man of steel fly into the air, allowing Iron Man to Condescending, overlooking the chaotic situation below.

Each "tentacles" can split thirty tentacles. These tentacles are flexible and tough. As long as they come into contact with other humans, they can use the "petals" at the top of the tentacles to carry out injection-like infections.

The infected person will vomit crazily at first, until after 20 seconds, the dead body that has lost brain activity will stand up again, dragging its body, looking for the next prey.

The identification information from the armor AI made Tony Stark's face quickly darken. As a superhero, he needs to control the situation.

The Iron Man flying in mid-air is undoubtedly very conspicuous, as soon as he shoots out from the tentacles, its initial speed even touches the sound barrier.

But in front of the AI ​​with a terrifying amount of calculations, the so-called tentacles are too slow. The AI ​​can even calculate the predetermined trajectory of the tentacles based on the muscle texture of the fleshy whiskers.

Iron Man raised his palm, and the energy cannon sprayed from his palm easily hit all the tentacles, smashing them to pieces.

The tentacles below let out a shriek, and the new tentacles were used towards Iron Man while trying to entangle other ordinary people.

"Don't even think about it."

Tony Stark opened the shoulder armor expressionlessly, and the ten tiny missiles emerging from the armor, with the assistance of AI, locked all the tentacles within 0.2 seconds, and with the tiny warheads, hit the their eye sockets.

The faint flames lit up, and the munitions creations from the Stark Group were far from being something that flesh and blood could contend with. Most of the heads of the ten tentacle fighters were blown to pieces, and they fell to the ground slumped.

"Huh? Is this the end?"

Tony Stark raised his eyebrows, still hovering in mid-air, and the energy cannon in his hand aimed steadily at the dead bodies.

"呲呲呲"

The sound of air leakage kept ringing, and under Iron Man's stunned eyes, the stomachs of those dead bodies continued to swell, to the extreme.

Finally, bang.

Like a balloon bursting, the belly of the dead body exploded, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and green mist rose up and drifted in the wind.

The diluted green mist drifted with the wind and fell among the panicked crowd.

The skin of those people was first covered with a layer of green moss. Amidst the screams, the green moss continued to spread, breaking through the skin, penetrating the surface of the skin, engulfing the flesh and blood.

Iron Man looked at the situation in front of him in bewilderment. Although the iron suit could help him be invincible, it was far from being able to deal with small and delicate microscopic creatures.

Half a minute later, these "people" stood up unsteadily.

Their bodies were covered with a layer of green moss, their hands, feet, limbs were completely distorted and mutated, some turned into knife-like shapes, some turned into long whips, some were covered with deformed fangs, and some simply turned into indescribable gorgeous sarcoma .

Iron Man's eyes were about to split, and he muttered to himself, "God, what have I done?!"

"Just now, your act of killing mutants will only allow them to complete their mission - to spread the disease."

There was a deserted echo in the distance, and Li Ang, who was wearing a white coat, stepped out of the darkness and looked at the mutants rushing towards him with great interest.

"It's so interesting that this plague is not just a simple strain of bacteria as those CDC officials imagined.

More precisely, this plague is a carnival of bacteria, viruses, fungi, parasites, prions, and neural worms. "

The mutant rushing to the front has already stretched out a long knife in his hand, and will cut Li Ang's head into the sky in the next second.

Iron Man didn't have time to think about it, and the energy cannon in his hand fired continuously, trying to save the Chinese youth who suddenly appeared before the mutant finished killing.

Li Ang's face was calm, and he picked up Tony Stark's streamlined sports car parked on the side of the road with one hand, lifted it up, and stood it sideways on the ground.

He kicked it out, and when the white coat flew up, the sports car flew out.

boom!
A gully was plowed out on the concrete floor, and any mutants that stood in the way were engulfed by Peiran's huge force, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and smashing the vehicle along with the roadside flower bed.

Gravel splashed, blood was mutilated, and the mutant compressed into a pie twitched unconsciously, and feebly spewed out a cloud of green mist.

"Is that your sports car?"

Li Ang looked at Iron Man who was stunned in the air, and said with a smile: "It feels good."

(End of this chapter)