Marvel turns into Iron Man

A terrorist is not a terrorist if he is not trying to disrupt public order.

The Ten Rings Council, the Mandarin, indeed caused panic among the public.

But now, Miss Stark's declaration of war in front of the camera.

Those poor guys rely on sending people over to play blew to get stares.

All of a sudden, the attention of the people across the country was directly attracted to her.

It's not that no one paid attention to what she said was the "massacre" that was carried out in Afghanistan.

Instead, everyone pinned their hopes on the Iron Queen who repelled the attack of alien visitors.

The terrorist leader named Mandarin can be dealt with as soon as possible.

After all, at this stage, no one knows whether his next target is by his side.

In the current social environment, under such panic that everyone is in danger.

Having a prominent target deflects public panic, which is, quite literally, necessary.

And this existence that is responsible for passing on the target is Miss Stark's self-exposure behavior.

There are still many police officers from the Los Angeles West District Police Department at the scene of the Chinese Theater.

And the arrival of Miss Stark again made people a little surprised.

Now, those who know the speech she just delivered definitely do not include the workers and police at the scene.

So no one will be surprised by her appearance again.

Miss Stark's silver-gray Audi sports car stopped at the edge of the road.

Outside the car window, there was still the young policeman who had just accompanied Miss Stark.

"Brother, can I ask you something?"

The electric window slowly lowered, revealing Miss Stark's face with light makeup.

The young police detective didn't refuse, but just took a few steps forward and leaned forward.

"Is the physical evidence at the scene still there? Don't tell me that it has been sent away?"

"Uh...Although it's unfortunate, it has indeed been taken away by the people from the Evidence Identification Center."

The little policeman shrugged his shoulders, with some embarrassment in his tone.

"Okay...you get in the car and take me to the evidence identification center."

Miss Stark admitted that she was delayed in the hospital for a long time.

It is also reasonable that all the leftover items that were used as evidence were taken away.

So, she made a request that wasn't a request anyway.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

General evidence identification centers are separated from the police station.

With someone inside the system leading the way, things will be relatively easier to handle.

The police detective didn't say much, and got into Miss Stark's sports car directly from the other side.

"Jarvis, I'm going to the evidence identification center in the city center."

"The route you requested has been successfully planned, miss."

It could be seen that although the police detective was a little surprised by the existence of Jarvis, he still held back his doubts.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Luke, my name is Luke, Miss Stark."

The sports car picked up speed suddenly, and drove towards the city center along the path planned by Jarvis.

Although there is a police officer in the car, Miss Stark is totally right.

The driving system of the silver gray Audi R8E-Tron is controlled by Jarvis.

Although it is also traveling at high speed, it is always pressing the speeding line.

In the eyes of passers-by on the side of the road, he is another person who is racing with his power.

But the policeman in the car could clearly see the numbers on the dashboard.

Completely crimped, without any speeding violations.

After all, dangerous driving is nothing, what if someone's car is equipped with propellers and can still fly.

In less than 15 minutes, the silver-gray sports car arrived at its destination.

Although Mr. Detective looks young, he seems to know quite a few people.

Under his leadership, Miss Stark quickly came to a meeting room specially prepared for her.

Rich people, especially those like Miss Stark.

It's not surprising that some places are slightly privileged.

"Someone from the National Security Agency will come to take these exhibits soon."

"My authority allows you to browse at will before they come here."

Mr. Detective shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"It's enough, it's okay to make do with it."

Miss Stark looked at the messy evidence in the conference room and sighed.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing half of her shiny forearm.

"Jarvis, let the drones file the scans of these things."

Before the words fell, Miss Stark raised her arm.

The small lady's watch had already flown from her wrist.

The metal strap became the propeller of the drone, and the dial cast a blue light curtain over the conference room.

The blue light curtain carefully scanned each piece of evidence.

The stereograms from the simultaneous simulations were also archived in the database by Jarvis.

As for the scanning of the evidence, it only took less than 10 minutes.

When people from the National Security Agency came here to recover the evidence of the terrorist attack.

Miss Stark had already driven the sports car on the interstate highway home.

The underground garage studio of the Malibu villa - the holographic imaging device is working at full capacity.

A ring-shaped blue light curtain wall appeared around the underground workbench.

On the curtain wall, every scanned evidence was arranged neatly in the form of pictures.

"So... Miss, do you have any idea about this?"

"The clue... probably this is it."

With a swipe of Miss Stark's hand in the air, the ring-shaped light curtain wall rotated a certain distance.

Finally, her index finger landed on one of the pictures.

"Jarvis, show me this [dog tag]."

[Dog tag], also known as soldier identification card.

As early as the Vietnam War, the U.S. military had already issued these ID cards to soldiers as proof.

Although the technology at that time could only make a small wooden sign.

But the current forging process has been upgraded for an unknown number of generations.

The main difference from the old-fashioned identity cards lies in the engraved content and the production process.

The inscription on the identity card is generally machine embossed.

Most of the old-fashioned identity cards are in the form of gravure stamping and letterpress stamping.

Now, most of the U.S. military uses photoetching to make soldiers' military badges.

"It's made of aluminum, oval-shaped with holes on one side, and it's a C-shaped military badge."

【Dog Tag】She took it out and enlarged it alone.

Although it is an aluminum product, it is for a flame as high as [-] degrees Celsius.

It is lucky that some fonts are not worn out.

"By the numbers, it's a Marine who's been in the service since 1990."

PS:

Detective's identity from the beginning

"Being a Detective in the Film and Television World"

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