Marvel turns into Iron Man

Everyone present couldn't help holding their breath, and the scene became a little dull for a while.

But as a first-class news media person, everyone present is very clear.

The more explosive news will inevitably come later to be true.

As they imagined, Miss Stark threw a big gossip.

"The one who kidnapped me is this organization called the Ten Rings Society."

"Then I killed them all, relying on the steel armor made of broken copper and rotten iron."

With the previous foreshadowing, such news is not surprising.

What's more, these news had already been announced when Miss Stark returned to the United States.

It was also at the press conference, she said it to the camera.

It's just that now, there are more insider things.

But, is Miss Stark really that simple?

"They made me anxious, and then it took about two or three months."

"I can't remember the specifics, anyway, it's almost that time."

"I went to Afghanistan again and destroyed seven or eight of their town strongholds and arsenals by myself."

"You know what, Jericho, boom—nobody survived."

Miss Stark's indifferent tone caused everyone present to gasp.

Anyone with a little common sense would know what the Jericho she was talking about was.

A cluster-type long-range split-type air-to-ground missile that far surpasses modern military technology.

The video left by this weapon during the test firing has long since ceased to be classified.

With that kind of extremely dense carpet bombing effect, no one will survive the explosion.

Miss Stark's words not only proved the news that she had already met with the Ten Rings.

It also proved the fact that her hands were already covered with blood——

The so-called urban strongholds naturally have enemy facilities, as well as innocent ordinary people.

Everyone knows the consequences of dropping a Jericho missile.

It is also because of this that they all shudder from the bottom of their hearts.

The original Miss Stark, philanthropist, rich man, superhero.

Among those bright and desirable titles, another blood-red stroke has been left today.

【Arms dealer】, 【Executioner】, 【Witch who brings death】

However, the journalists present could only convey today's news to the world under pressure.

But this time, they no longer dared to play any exaggerated propaganda methods.

Or grab some eye-catching headlines to earn more attention.

Because they don't know if they really did it.

So, can I either go home, or...

Can you still see the sun the next day?

After all, what is in front of them now is a woman who has been completely blackened.

Maybe she used to be so brilliant.

But no one can say what will happen after today.

"Don't you want to know what I think of that terrorist?"

Miss Stark said, but lowered her head and opened the door of the sports car in front of her.

"Then I'll tell you, and tell the whole world by the way."

One of her feet has already stepped into the cab of the sports car, but she always looks up at the camera.

"The person who once beat you to death."

"Even the person who made you lose your head for a while-it's me, it's me."

"You're just a bunch of rats living in the sewer."

"What qualifications do you have to shout with me and this country?"

In the camera, the billionaire lady has a firm tone beyond ordinary people.

However, her eyes were still so indifferent.

It's like being able to completely freeze a person from the bottom of his heart to the surface of his body.

"Do you think that pulling a group of innocent civilians can stop the arrows that are shot at you?"

"Do you think that as long as there are hostages in hand, you can cause massacres without restraint?"

"I'm here to reply to you rubbish with my real name. Your delusions will always be just delusions."

Everyone present was shocked by Miss Stark's bold speech, even more shocked than before——

"And you, Mr. Mandarin, with all due respect, you are a coward among trash."

"At least those of your followers dare to fight."

"And you are just a non-burnable garbage hiding behind everyone's back."

"So, I decided—it's time to clean up the world of trash like you."

Miss Stark finally issued a declaration of war.

"If you really want to prove that you are not a coward."

"If you want me to look up to you a little bit and turn you from a coward in the trash to pure trash."

"Just remember, 10880 Malibu Street, Block Beach, San Diego."

"I, Anthony Natasha Stark, am waiting for you at home."

In this way, Miss Stark revealed the place where she lived without reservation.

And now, not only the terrorist Mandarin knew her address.

Even the whole country, even the whole world knows it.

However, regarding this matter, only she herself knew that she had thought it through.

After all, only Miss Stark knows it.

Just how strong that villa was—impregnable.

Not to mention the hidden automatic forts that are covered with mountains.

Just a high-power energy shield generator, Miss Stark dares to say.

As long as there is no permission from her, no one can call in.

What's more, there are nearly a hundred steel armor stored in Ganakuri.

If you really want to say it, this is simply the Longmen pocket formation that Miss Stark laid out.

As long as people from the Mandarin dare to come over, she is sure that those who come will never come back.

"Okay, I'll give you the big news you want too."

"So, can you make way for me?"

Although it was a question sentence, Miss Stark didn't mean to ask.

Her words were filled with a sense of command.

The news media workers around Miss Stark finally gave way.

"Miss, your speech is very elegant."

Jarvis's voice echoed over the car's audio system again.

"Thank you for your inarticulate compliment, Jarvis."

She just nodded slightly, and then started the engine of the sports car.

"Are we going home?"

"No, there are still things to do."

Miss Stark drove the sports car back to the Chinese Theater again.

There, the construction team of the disaster management and control company has arrived at the site and started work.

First, the messy scene was cleaned up, and the rocks were sent to the sweeper to resume traffic.

Then, the restoration work was carried out according to the construction drawings given by the Chinese Theater.

In this regard, disaster management and control companies have extremely rich experience.

PS:

as if i didn't say anything