Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"how so!"

the supervisor said in shock. .1kanshu

Then he caught a glimpse of the battle damage report being given in real time on another screen.

The armor's hips were damaged, its inner cavity was damaged, and its head controls were damaged.

The little ball just now gave ark2-1422 a quick version of stabbing, entering through the chrysanthemum and coming out from the Tianling cover. The internal structure in the middle was also greatly damaged by it.

There is no way, Song Fang is not sure where the remote control part of the armor is.

Anyway, Tony can fix it... maybe.

Song Fang continued to control the flight of the ball, circled to the left side of the armor, and hit its elbow joint.

It has to be said that a fake is a fake.

In fact, when this armor was made, there was no intention to put people in it - it's possible that when making the torso, they were thinking of putting a soldier in it, but when the arms were made, they realized it was better to stop thinking about it - —So the elbow is not actually hollow, but is actually connected together with bearings.

Based on common sense, a real thing must be stronger than a cavity.

But the ball just punched a hole in the armor's elbow joint.

Is it conceivable that this was the suit Tony was wearing?

With a clang, the armor's left arm fell off.

At this time, the armor almost became a human stick, with only the jet on the left foot remaining.

But the control circuit of the left-foot injector was damaged when the ball penetrated the anus of the armor and made a big fuss inside the armor.

In the control room, the supervisor slammed his fists on the console: "Quickly, send me field personnel to kill him!"

"But sir, what should we do if someone witnesses our field staff? The 'Iron Man' in the setting should be a lone ranger..." A subordinate asked cautiously.

"What do you care about the setting at this time!" the supervisor roared, "Once someone picks up this suit of armor, the setting of 'Iron Man' will be destroyed! No one will ever believe that Iron Man is back to take revenge! Even if the plan fails, it cannot fail in our hands! Go quickly!"

The subordinate who was yelled at screamed in confusion and quickly called the field staff.

"what!"

A controller pointed at the image coming back from the mecha's head camera, "The target is picking up mecha parts!"

I saw Song Fang holding a greasy bag in his hand - he just took a moment to find the two homeless men, and used the little change he had left to exchange the bag - and grabbed the parts of the armor Just throw it in the bag.

Hurry up! It's too late and someone's coming!

Don't tell me, this thing is really heavy!

A battle armor without a power system is like an iron lump, and the human body alone cannot bear it. That is to say, the Hongfu power of Song Fangtuo's system has become stronger and can carry part of it.

But it is still unrealistic to take away the entire armor. Even if he could carry it, the bag he bought and sold from homeless people couldn't bear it.

I miss Tianchao’s woven bags so much...

Song Fang gritted his teeth and pointed at the neck of the steel suit.

The little ball that was flying around there, having a great time, flew at the command and used the same method to cut off the neck of the suit.

Song Fang took out the mobile phone of the passer-by, snapped some photos of the deceased to Zhan Yi, then picked up Zhan Yi's head and threw it into his bag, then ran away with it on his shoulder.

Soon, the field staff that the control room supervisor said arrived at the park and almost stepped on Song Fang's heels.

But all they saw was a armored torso with missing limbs and a head.

Tonight, the dark night in the park is destined to be thrown into boiling soup.

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Stark Building.

"On behalf of Stark Industries, please allow me to offer our sincere condolences to those who lost their lives today."

On the stage, Stan said seriously.

The guests below also bowed their heads with him and observed a moment of silence.

Billy puffed up his chest, bumped his heels nervously and impatiently, looked around, and found that everyone had lowered their heads, so he reluctantly lowered his head for a while, then raised it up again in less than two seconds, and continued glance right and left.

"..."

Debbie glanced at Billy with her peripheral vision and curled her lips in helplessness and disgust.

"Against Iron Man!"

"Against superpowers!"

"Death to all those with superpowers!"

"Humans must behave like humans!"

Even the expensive glass curtain wall of the Stark Building could not stop the slogans shouted by thousands or even tens of thousands of people, echoing back and forth in the quiet hall.

Stan raised his head and looked attentively listening.

"Everyone, did you hear this?"

he asked with a smile.

What responded to him was an elegant smile. A few people laughed out loud, but the laughter was also very elegant. In this supposedly serious occasion, it was not at all out of character.

After all, for people like them, the laughter when standing in the clouds and looking down is too accustomed to them.

"That's too extreme." Stan shook his head and sighed, "We should indeed be cautious about superheroes, but let all people with superpowers die? I can beat a cherry stem in my mouth with my tongue. Knot, does this count as a superpower?"

There was good-natured laughter in the venue.

A hint of anger showed on Stan's face: "Some people even expand the scope of 'superpowers' to the daily scope. If you get high marks in the exam or run a little faster than the average person, it will be recognized as a superpower. Then human beings have not evolved yet. Evolved?"

People nodded in agreement.

Stan said: "We oppose superheroes in order to prevent anyone from having another chance to achieve their own goals in the name of protecting others, kidnapping people into their own chariots, and benefiting themselves while harming people, Sacrifice the people.

"This does not mean that we are against heroes. On the contrary, each of us must be our own hero. As long as each of us has the ability to protect ourselves, organizations such as the Avengers that make a living as superheroes will Losing our own living soil. This is our purpose."

"God saves those who save themselves." Stan pointed to the audience, "Please allow me to introduce to you a hero who saved himself."

The guests stepped aside to reveal Billy.

The flashbulb crackled, hitting Billy in the face.

Billy smiled more like a chrysanthemum, strode towards the stage, and at the same time raised his arms to wave to the guests around him.

Those who didn’t know better thought he was holding a fan meeting.

After he walked onto the stage, Stan gave up the main seat to him, stood beside him like a kind and reliable elder, put his arm around Billy's shoulders affectionately, and introduced to the people in the audience: "Billy Brown, during today’s campus attack, he used his intelligence and extraordinary courage to not only save himself, but also another classmate. Can you briefly tell us your story, Billy?”

"When...of course you can."

Billy smiled nervously, "Today is just an ordinary day. We were lucky enough to participate in an event organized by Mr. Stan at our school... Suddenly, a bomb flew over. I didn't think much about it, so I rushed toward a classmate next to me and threw it at me. She was standing under her..."

"Classmate Billy, do you have super powers?"

a reporter suddenly asked.