Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Hey Toni, it's time, the convoy is waiting for you alone - don't tell me you're not up yet."

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, who had changed into a light and short-sleeved military uniform, took off his military cap and tucked it under his arm, and knocked on the hardwood door of the bedroom at the rear of the cabin.

"Are you kidding, do you know how long I have been waiting for you? I have been waiting for you for more than half an hour, more than half an hour, Roddy!"

Perhaps it is precisely because in front of the friends she has known for a long time, Miss Stark doesn't care about the lady image she usually maintains, but she has shown amazing speed in handling such important matters for the US military. She showed great dissatisfaction.

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes opened his mouth helplessly and scratched his scalp, but he didn't know what to say to appease the woman who looked like an angry lioness.

"Did you know what I was doing during this half hour? I bought a bankrupt luxury hotel in San Francisco with the money I earned during the half hour when the stock market opened!"

"Wow...that's not every day's bargain, Toni."

Hearing her words, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes smiled embarrassingly, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his nose lightly. He really didn't know what to say, but he couldn't help it. After all, the situation in Afghanistan It's really not safe.

Weapon testing requires a safe place. In order to clear the area, the Agram Air Force Base dispatched a 200-strong army team to clean up the dangerous area near the weapon testing site all night. The work was not completed until the next morning.

"You have told me more than once that it is better to do more useful things than to complain. Now it's time for me to tell you, don't be too nervous, I will follow you."

"Huh...I'm fine, Roddy, it's just a little... Forget it, let's lead the way."

Miss Stark let out a breath of foul air slowly, and didn't take Rhodes' advice to heart. She just picked up a red and black two-color women's shoulder bag, walked past Rhodes, and walked towards the cabin door. walked over.

Soon, the two left the luxury airliner at the airport one after the other, and drove out of the Agram Air Force Base in a military Humvee. Mountains and desert areas.

The so-called headquarters of the weapons testing site was not the building that Miss Stark had envisioned. In fact, it was just a temporary camp set up with tents and other military supplies on a flat place in the high mountains.

Here, nearly a hundred elite US soldiers are stationed, responsible for the security of the surrounding area.

At the same time, there are dozens of U.S. military officers stationed in Afghanistan. They all heard the news of the weapon test, and also heard that the beautiful CEO of Stark Industries would appear here, so they left their jobs and formed a The visiting group came to observe this weapon test.

When Miss Stark and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes arrived with the convoy, the hands of the watch had already passed twelve o'clock. Fortunately, a rich lunch had been prepared in the camp at the weapons testing ground to provide food.

Although, with the help of the Extremis virus, Miss Stark no longer needs to take in special energy, but in order not to cause any unnecessary trouble, she still told Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes and the person who provided lunch for the two of them. General Marcos had lunch.

Lunch is a prepared Burger King meal. God knows how much the U.S. military has spent so that all soldiers can eat Western-style fast food that tastes like home in any corner of the world.

However, compared to ordinary food, Miss Stark prefers simple but delicious food like hamburger and cola, especially after she doesn't need to worry about calorie intake at all.

"Our soldiers cleared nearly [-] square kilometers of no-man's land overnight. Is it enough for weapons testing?"

"Let's make do with it—"

Time passed quickly. After the meal, everyone gathered at the commanding heights on the hillside, waiting for the final commissioning of the weapons. The three Jericho missiles were quietly lying on the launch pads, and their metallic shells shone dazzlingly in the sun. .

Miss Stark stood directly below the missile launcher, and connected the control panel of the missile launcher to the Stark Industries satellite through the tablet computer in her hand. The console option interface was exposed on the tablet computer.

"Damn it, these guys don't let me bring engineers over to Afghanistan, they insist on troublesome me to adjust the weapons myself, but they set up a tour group of officers themselves, really...... Are they just a bunch of fun Is it a primary school student?"

Standing in the sun, Miss Stark gritted her teeth resentfully, but she confirmed one thing in her heart.

As a means of retaliation, after a while after the weapon test starts, they must be scared to death by relying on the powerful deterrence of the Jericho missile to relieve their hatred.

The end of the weapon program test means that the weapon test on the Jericho missile will officially begin. According to the usual practice, as the boss, Miss Stark needs to go up and say a few words, then... Let's just say two sentences.

"Well... Actually, I never believed that the so-called war can bring peace, but the existence of weapons can at least make those stupid enough to dare to provoke us shut up their mouths."

In the distance is an open gray wilderness area, and farther away is an undulating, continuous mountain range. Standing in front of everyone and becoming the center of sight, Miss Stark did not have stage fright. She just pondered for a few seconds, and then Open your mouth slowly.

"It is true that more than one person has said, and many have agreed, that the best weapon is no weapon, but I have reservations about that."

Such words, when they were spoken by a weapons dealer, were indeed ironic, and all the officers present smiled more or less.

Among them, some were really amused, and some were just laughing at Miss Stark's cold joke, at least not to make the atmosphere embarrassing.

Miss Stark could see the expressions on the faces of these people in front of her, but she would not get angry with these ordinary people, she just waved her hand lightly.

"Okay, gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you, this is a brand new product of the [Code Name: Freedom] series, Jericho."

As her words fell, Jarvis remotely released the blockade of the missile launcher tractor through the satellite signal, and the three missiles were ready to launch and entered the launch preparation state.

The launch trajectory and actual coverage area of ​​the missile was delineated by the multi-spectral infrared guidance sensor. In just a few seconds, a long tail flame ignited from the tail of a Jericho missile, dragging a golden line towards the Looking at the sky, he flew towards the distant mountains.

The microchip inside the missile constantly adjusts and corrects its own flight path during the flight of the missile. In just a few dozen seconds, it has already approached the mountains dozens of kilometers away, and the distance from the mountains is getting closer and closer. When approaching, the shell of the missile was completely separated.

The Jericho missile is actually not a conventional missile, but an outright weapon of war. There are twenty power-guided parent bombs inside, all filled with special mixed high-explosives, and a single bomb covers an area of ​​hundreds of meters , The scene of twenty bombs being detonated together is enough to set off a shock flow no less than a nuclear bomb explosion.

A violent explosion was staged in front of everyone, setting off a wave of dust and air that swept across the wasteland. The huge impact storm even affected the observation site dozens of kilometers away, causing a group of people to fall to and fro.

The dust in the sky gradually dissipated, but the endless mountain range turned into a dog gnawed unevenly in front of everyone. Everyone was amazed at the power contained in this small missile, and that person General Marcos, who represents the Department of Defense and the U.S. Army, has even brighter eyes.

The Jericho missile has an explosive impact no less than that of a nuclear bomb, but there is no need to worry about the radiation left after the nuclear bomb bombardment. It is simply the cleanest and most convenient big killer.

Perhaps the price of nuclear bombs is cheaper than that, but the various restrictions on the use of nuclear bombs and the aftermath are much more troublesome.

"Gentlemen, what I show you is the future."

"A set of [-] million US dollars, buy two get one free, a single purchase of more than [-] sets can be discounted, large quantity discount, pre-order as soon as possible."

After the missile demonstration was completed, Miss Stark took off the women's sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, once again put on a businessman's sly smile on her fair face, and spared no effort to promote her new weapon—because she knew , the U.S. Department of Defense will definitely be tempted.

This kind of nuclear deterrent-level parent bomb is small in size and powerful, and there is no need to worry about the restrictions of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty. As long as it is purchased in batches, it can become the most important weapon for deterring enemy countries.

General Marcus slowly came to Miss Stark's side. His body was trembling a little. He didn't know whether he was frightened by the power of the Jericho missile, or he was too excited to speak. He just raised his hand. Compared with a Yeah gesture.

"General, let's talk about business. You don't have to be cute in front of me."

Miss Stark frowned, the Y gesture of a greasy middle-aged man in front of her was really unacceptable.

"One hundred sets, one price—we want them all."

The Brigadier General, who had regained his strength, stood in front of Miss Stark, slowly picked up his military cap, and put it on his head again.

The expression on Miss Stark's face instantly became very surprised. Are these people so rich, but she was relieved when she thought that this group of people made a lot of war money in the Middle East.

Just how rich are the U.S. troops stationed in the war zone? Tens of billions of dollars in cash are piled up in warehouses. They don’t need coal for heating in winter, and burn two shovels of money when it’s cold.

The Middle East is in chaos, and its economic sources are mainly various munitions, gold, and endless oil. Each of these is the most profitable project in the world. It is not that the US military can save this money in this place. So incomprehensible.

"Well, since you want a hundred sets, and we are also the best partners, I personally decide to give you a little more discount, as a contribution to the cause of global weapons strategy, money first, goods later."

"Two percent off, how about it, don't say I don't give face, I still have to pay taxes when I go back, I can't get much, so I will return it to your hands and become a weapon in your hands."

"But I have a condition. I have agreed in advance. After the deal is concluded and the weapons are delivered to you, if you don't want them anymore, we can take them back, but at a discount and at a high price—as arms sales tax compensation."

As she spoke, Miss Stark paused, as if thinking of something, she spoke again, adding a special condition.

"Ah, that's okay, I'm sorry, I'll notify the Ministry of Defense to send money now, cash or bank?"

General Marcus didn't seem to care about the supplementary conditions given by Miss Stark. His heart had completely fallen in the distance. On the only two remaining Jericho missiles on the launch pad, the two missiles seemed to be The most beautiful beauties in the world usually attract his eyes and make him unforgettable in his heart for a long time.

"Let's go to the bank, I will immediately notify all factories to start work immediately when the money arrives, and half of it will be delivered within a month."

Miss Stark nodded with a chuckle, but felt the tablet in her hand suddenly vibrate. She glanced at it, and the big face of that old guy Obadiah Stan appeared on the caller ID.

"Sorry, I have to answer the phone - remember, transfer money at any time, start work at any time."

"Please go ahead, I will notify the Ministry of Defense now."

Miss Stark nodded slightly, walked slowly to the other side, away from the crowd, and opened the communication request on the tablet.

"Hey girl, how's it going?"

"It's not bad, old man. Those Army guys have taken the bait."

After the death of her parents, she has always been this old widower, a middle-aged widower who took care of her like her own daughter. For the old guy Obadiah Stein, Miss Stark can emotionally It's very complicated to say the least.

Before that, the old man had been excluding himself from the management power of the group because he was too young to inherit the group, but he was not bad to himself, and the treatment was not worse than that of his own daughter. Called over a very generous pocket money.

And after getting memory fragments from another world, another self, she has realized that Obadiah has indeed done a lot of things behind her back, but she will not hold any resentment against him because of those things.

As the saying goes, if the person you trust and love the most betrays you, but his intention is for your own good, even if he uses some dishonorable means, it does not mean a real betrayal.

Miss Stark could feel that Obadiah Stan had a special feeling for her—that kind of feeling was called silent affection.

Although Obadiah has never been a person who is good at expressing her emotions, she can clearly see that he cares for herself no less than he cares for his own son Ezekiel Stan.

"Notify the factory, and prepare to start work as soon as the money is in place, so as not to have long nights and dreams, let them seize the opportunity to regret it."

"Good job, girl, I'll hold a celebration party for you when you come back. I think the guys on the board of directors will definitely drop their jaws in shock."

The old guy lying on the bed was talking with a smile, and gently teased the gray beard on his chin.

"Hurry up and come back when it's over. I didn't want you to go there from the beginning. The Middle East is too chaotic."

"Okay, I see—how can you be more annoying than my dad?"