Marvel turns into Iron Man

This night, some people fell into a complete mania, and some people slept soundly at home.

"Good morning, Toni, I thought you were going to sleep a long time."

The way Miss Stark came out of the bedroom in her pajamas with a head of hair like a chicken coop.

Colonel Rhodes, standing next to the pool table on the other side of the hall, saw it clearly.

"Ha...good morning, Rhodes."

She just rubbed her face lightly with her hands and regained her energy.

However, when he saw the neatly folded blankets on the couch, he also showed a dazed expression.

"Did you not sleep last night?"

He walked to the pool table and snatched the pool cue from Rhodes.

After hitting the red ball into the hole with a casual shot, Miss Stark said lightly.

"Sleeping well, making the quilt and so on is habitual."

Glancing at the blanket folded by himself, Rhodes shrugged his shoulders and said.

"So, don't you plan to take care of the Iron Armor being taken away?"

"The other party made it clear that the conspiracy was directed towards Mr. Secretary of State."

Reaching out to take another pool cue from the cue rack on the side, Rhodes also made a club.

"I think I should report this to Congress sooner rather than later, or at least get on the phone with Mr. Secretary of State."

The two started fighting like this - of course, playing pool instead of fighting.

"No, it's too early to make a decision."

Miss Stark shook her head slightly and said.

"We don't know what the enemy is going to do, and their ability to touch the top also means that they have internal responses at the top."

"Calling rashly will have a high probability of scaring the snake, so it's better to wait and see the situation."

In fact, it's just that she herself is too lazy to care about things over there.

But when she narrates it through her serious look, it actually gives people a convincing feeling.

"Looking at you, you seem to have some plans in your heart."

"But at least ... can you ensure that there is no problem at the top of the country."

"You also know what will happen if the leader of a country goes wrong."

Regarding Rhodes' words, Miss Stark just nodded slightly.

"Miss Stark, do you need me to arrange breakfast for the two of you?"

"Please, Jarvis."

It's different from the two leisurely people on the top floor of the Stark Industrial Building.

A group of people hidden in New York Harbor seemed to be in some kind of unbelievable ecstasy.

Over time, Killian has spiraled into a complete mania.

For nearly ten hours, this group of hackers had clearly cracked the last system defense.

But it was blocked by the so-called [system core underlying security protocol], and it lasted for several hours.

Killian is not a professional computer technology talent, and he doesn't know what the so-called security protocol is.

But since he paid for it, he should get what he wants.

On the eve of his attack, good news finally came from the group of technicians.

The Iron Patriot's control system authority has been seized.

At the same time, it can also connect to the satellite group of Stark Industries Group.

For Killian, this time, he really made a lot of money.

Due to his height, he couldn't enter the battle armor very well.

So the job of pretending to be James Rhodes in armor can only fall on the younger brother Savin.

Eight hours after the Iron Patriot disappeared, No. 40 lost its connection with the Ministry of Defense.

The Air Force Command of the Ministry of Defense has once again gotten a fresh take on the Iron Patriot.

"Colonel, I am glad to hear that you are safe."

Iowa Air Force Base, Air Force Command Hall.

The liaison officer in charge of the Iron Patriots looked happy.

"Uh, ah...yes, I'm back."

It was still Rhodes' voice, but no matter how he heard it, he looked a little flustered.

"Colonel, what's the matter with you, have you encountered anything?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

A decisive voice came from the other end of the communication.

"The message from the White House is that you can go to New York as soon as possible."

"I'm glad you're back. Your new mission objective is to escort the President back to Washington."

"According to the news from the CIA, Mandarin seems to be planning to do something against Mr. President."

"The country needs your help, Colonel, please speed up."

On the other end of the communication, the little bald-headed Savin in the Iron Armor finally let out a sigh of relief after seeing the communication hang up.

Although Pioneer Technology can disguise its own voice through technical means.

But it's actually dangerous to have a conversation.

Fortunately, the other party didn't care about [Colonel Rhodes]'s voice.

And it provided a rather coincidental excuse, allowing Savin to get close to the president as quickly as possible.

It's great and, to be honest, a little too dramatic.

But Savin couldn't care less, his boss seemed very irritable.

While thinking, he flew towards the coordinates sent from the Idaowa Air Force Base.

The destination is JFK International Airport, one of the three major airports in New York.

The exchange between Mr. President and the United Nations World Security Council has ended.

The World Security Council seems very interested in the new decree proposed by the President of the United States.

Superheroes are no threat to the domination of the world council.

And their interests just happen to be in a different direction from Mr. President.

They were interested, very interested in the demand for transparency about superhero identities.

To be precise, this group is interested in the superhero himself—

In other words, the World Security Council wants to figure out who those superheroes really are.

Then put this group of guys with special abilities into the hands of the World Security Council.

It's just a private discussion meeting, and the specific things need to be filled in and revised bit by bit.

As for the time for the next meeting, even those members of the Security Council have not set a date.

But for President Eisley, that's enough.

Kennedy International Airport, Terminal No.20.

The president's car stopped on the side of the road, and across the long red carpet was Air Force One.

Two rows of generals were separated on both sides, creating a long passage for Mr. President.

Every trip is such a scene, the president is used to it.

"salute--"

Mr. President walked straight through the passage that these officers pulled out with their bodies, and stood on the passenger elevator car at the end.

And at this moment, there was a violent whistling sound in the sky.

The blue, white, red and black Iron Patriot fell from the sky and landed on the side of the road.

Seeing the steel patriot who suddenly appeared, Mr. President showed a slight smile.

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