Marvel turns into Iron Man

The hijacked Pepper was not taken away alone.

At the same time, Maya Hansen, who was arranged by Miss Stark by her side, was also taken away.

Originally, I thought that this would probably escape the necessity of the plot.

But in the end, what must happen must happen.

No matter how far the central character flees, the result will be the same.

"Miss, are you not going to dispatch to bring Miss Pepper back?"

"It's a development that I expected, but it's not something to rush."

Miss Stark shook her head and replied.

"It's hard to say if Killian would do anything extra to Pepper though."

"Just in case, send two more [Sneaky] to keep an eye on Pepper's side."

"By the way, dispatch a [Kestrel] to report back her situation at all times, and bring her back immediately if something goes wrong."

This incident is not a so-called incident of selling teammates, it is just some kind of inevitability in the future.

Pepper has already been injected with the full version of the Extremis virus produced by Miss Stark.

Unless there is a combat power beyond the norm, no one will be able to really hurt her.

What's more, if there is such a level of combat power.

Miss Stark will also use the ability of the space gem to arrive as soon as possible.

But out of the intention of protection, Miss Stark increased the hidden force arranged around Pepper.

She also thought about keeping Pepper by her side and using the Reality Gem to create a clone instead.

But such a choice is extremely difficult and extremely difficult to achieve.

After all, she couldn't possibly tell others everything she knew.

All you can do is protect those who are important to you as much as possible.

Jarvis didn't ask too much about Pepper's kidnapping.

He just carefully completed Miss Stark's arrangement.

That's a nice step forward for an AI that's constantly learning.

At least, Miss Stark doesn't need to explain too much to her artificial intelligence.

"Sorry ma'am, I need to interrupt you."

Jarvis' voice sounded again, and this time there was even a little anxiety in its tone?

"What happened, Jarvis?"

Before Miss Stark could react, Jarvis had already turned on the projector.

"The satellite TV signal has been hijacked again, and it's still nationwide."

On the light blue light curtain, a colorful flag with ten rings appeared again.

"I guess they don't know what rest is, right, since today is Christmas Eve."

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the Christmas makeup that hadn't been removed from her basement, and said with a smile on her face.

"The satellites on the entire east coast are out of control. They didn't hack into our ground base station at all this time."

In the satellite TV network center, a staff member was explaining to the supervisor.

It's not just the East Coast, though—the coverage is still global.

The one who does it is indeed very smart.

Civilian satellites do not have the same strong firewalls as military satellites.

Even if the software has been upgraded, there is not much defense ability.

And dragging the satellite back to the ground for hardware upgrades is even more out of the question.

"Mr. Secretary of State, you must see this."

The same thing happened on Capitol Hill. The Secretary of State was arguing with Congress on Christmas week on behalf of the President.

However, the sudden hijacking of the channel silenced the entire conference hall, which was as noisy as a vegetable market.

"Damn it, here it is again, have you notified Mr. President?"

It seems that even the Secretary of State has some headaches about this sudden incident.

Air Force One is still in mid-air between Washington and New York.

In the conference room inside the cabin, President Eisley looked at the flag on the screen and sighed.

"My dear Mr. President—"

The big face of the terrorist leader named Mandarin appeared on the TV screen in the cabin.

"There's only one last class left and I'm going to finish it by Christmas."

And as soon as this guy came out, he went straight to the topic.

The Mandarin sits on a high throne surrounded by various skull decorations.

He holds a short, black HK-USP pistol in his hand.

But the muzzle of the pistol was aimed at a trembling man who was prostrate at his feet.

"Come and meet Mr. Thomas Richard."

With a mocking tone, Mandarin pointed at the man with the gun in his hand.

"Mr. Thomas is a financial accountant from the Roxxon Petroleum Company."

"He's got a good job and he's a nice guy to get along with."

The close-up of the live TV broadcast was on the face of the prostrate middle-aged man.

He was still wearing a well-dressed black suit, but now he looked messy.

His face was covered with scars and bruises, as if he had been beaten by these terrorists.

"I believe, he's a good guy... so I want to kill him."

Mandarin spoke in an extremely indifferent tone, raising the gun in his hand.

He seemed to be saying something that couldn't be more ordinary.

"However, I changed my mind again."

Seems like it's not fun to execute someone publicly in front of everyone, he added.

"Mr. President, I want to play a game with you."

IWantPlayAGame, WithYou——

A famous sentence that appeared in the American Hollywood movie "Chain Saw".

And now the person who read this line, everyone knows what kind of mentality he is.

He is playing a game, using one's life, playing a game with the President of the United States.

"I know you're on Air Force One right now, and I know you're in the conference room watching live TV."

"And there's a cell phone in the drawer next to you."

Mandarin paused, a smile appeared on his face.

"You don't need to know who put it there, you just need to get it out."

"There is only one number stored in the phone's address book."

"—that's the number of the phone next to me."

"Next, I will explain the rules of the game."

The smile on his old face gradually became hideous.

"30 seconds, I'll give you 30 seconds to make this call."

"If you call, this man won't die."

"If you don't call ... it turns out to be interesting."

This is the threat from terrorists.

President Eisley put on his reading glasses and took a phablet from a drawer.

"How the hell did he—"

He is in the tangled situation of neither fighting nor not fighting.

A drop of cold sweat gradually fell on Mr. President's face.

PS:

Thanks to the reader named Walnut

There was not a single referral ticket from morning till night today

I thought I was abandoned

But a spicy stick you voted for me gave me hope again

I originally thought that since no one is watching it, I might as well not code it.

Until I saw that someone would give a reward for this book

The world seemed to light up again——