Marvel turns into Iron Man

"If necessary, our F22 fighters will be in the air within half a minute."

"This matter can only be entrusted to you—"

The Secretary of State hung up the call and handed his mobile phone to the bodyguard beside him.

"Has something happened, sir?"

The bodyguard took the phone and asked with some doubts.

It's not some foreign spy or enemy spy spying on the news.

The bodyguard was just purely curious.

"No, nothing at all."

Considering that the life of the president is threatened, such a thing cannot be leaked at will.

What's more, I asked superheroes for help on behalf of the federal government.

This matter should not be leaked to others at will.

The White House cannot enter a state of alert, and it must play its role well.

For others, I can only trust that woman——

Jarvis still quickly carried out Miss Stark's order.

But Rhodes still looked a little worried.

"Toni, can you give me a set of clothes (Suit armor means)."

Miss Stark considered Rhodes' request.

"Rhodes, have you ever played arcade games?"

She seemed to think of something funny, with a wicked smile on her face.

"Arcade games...does that have anything to do with what I'm asking?"

Facing Rhodes' bewilderment, Miss Stark smiled happily.

"Mark-19 and Mark-21 are ready to fly, and the energy core is working well."

"Two armors are being transferred to the silo passage—over."

Rhodes was completely unaware of the two steel armors in Jarvis's words.

Soon, in the small park at the bottom of the building.

The fountain in the park fell down again, revealing a deep circular tunnel.

"Come on, Rhodes, let's play some technical games."

The difference from the Stark Industrial Building on the ground is——

Air Force One has reached an altitude of [-] feet.

Since New York is not too far from Washington, D.C., Air Force One doesn't need to fly too high.

The altitude is 5000 feet, which is only [-] meters above the ground.

But in this 5000-meter sky, a very interesting thing happened.

Even the president's bodyguard team, not everyone is working hard all the time.

They are also just a bunch of ordinary people, and there will be times when they need to take a break.

And this time, the two agents who were resting at the changing of the guard saw the Iron Patriot approaching.

"Hurry up, he's here, take a photo with us."

A black agent happily switched his mobile phone to camera mode and handed it to his friend.

However, the Iron Patriot just rudely pushed him into the room, and then closed the door tightly.

Although it is said to be a room, it is actually a cabin provided by Air Force One to other crew members.

After closing the door firmly, Savin opened the Iron Patriot's arm, revealing his own hand.

It was a hand that exuded intense temperature and glowed slightly red.

He needs to hold other people down so they don't bother him.

So, put your own hand close to the doorknob of the house and melt it with the heat.

The doorknob was made of steel, and it quickly turned into a semi-solidified liquid at high temperatures.

Savin melted them and pressed them against the crack of the door.

In this way, the door was directly welded together, the kind that couldn't be pushed open at all.

Although the agent on the opposite side tried to twist the handle, he was scalded by the abnormal temperature.

If his friend hadn't reacted quickly enough, I'm afraid his hand would be glued to it forever.

Savin controlled the Iron Patriot and walked into the central meeting office of the airliner where the president was.

Here, several deputy presidents and vice presidents are working.

"What's the matter, Mr. Colonel?"

The Vice President was the only one who looked up at Savin.

According to common sense, Iron Patriots would not break into the office at will.

But now, how could it be explained by common sense?

Savin sized it up, then casually picked up a Statue of Liberty from the table next to it and shook it in his hand.

Then he threw the Statue of Liberty directly at the Vice President.

The strength of the steel armor is so great, the Statue of Liberty is like a sharp awl piercing the heart of the vice president.

"Damn you bastard!"

Those deputies were the first to react, drew their pistols from their waists, and fired at the Iron Patriot.

However - even the anti-aircraft howitzer can only scratch the skin of the steel armor.

How could the small pistol dedicated to the bodyguard team be able to match it?

Savin grabbed the deputy closest to him and leaned on his shoulder to knock him out.

Then threw the dizzy guy onto another person.

The two of them fell to the floor without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Another deputy who fired a few rounds of ammunition hit the Iron Patriot's visor, and Savin instinctively blocked it with his hands.

The ammunition hit his hand, and the armor bullets of special materials flew out, shattering the glass.

The air pressure in the cabin was instantly out of balance, a large amount of air was pumped out, and paper documents were flying in all directions.

However, the open hand also touched the control system of the armor.

A bright ray of light sent the assistant flying out, smashing into a side cabinet.

"Wow - this is really interesting."

Savin looked at the bright round hole in his hand, as if opening a new world.

The door panel welded by the fuse handle was knocked open—

After all, it was just a door panel made of acrylic material, even if it was welded, it would not be able to stop the impact of the two agents.

However, Savin just stretched out his hand to the two agents rushing through the door.

After the two lights passed, the two of them were no longer visible.

Those who were still alive were killed by him one by one.

And our Mr. President has long been trembling under his desk.

There was only a loud noise, and the wooden board of the desk was directly torn apart by the steel armor with brute force.

Eisley saw a pistol on the floor ahead and rushed towards it.

However, Savin's speed was even faster, and he grabbed Eisley's neck and grabbed him.

"It's a real honor to meet you, Mr. President."

The visor of the steel armor was retracted, revealing Savin's face.

"Damn it, if you have the ability, do it—"

Eisley was not a weak person, so he immediately turned back.

"No, take it easy, Mr. President."

"Killing is not the mandarin's style."

Hearing Eisley's words, Savin had a smile on his face.

Iowa Air Force Base, Air Force Command.

"Sir, it has been detected that the air pressure inside Air Force One has dropped, and someone has fired a shot."

"What's going on, what happened in the cabin?"

The colonel who was in charge of communicating with Colonel Rhodes before moved to the screen.

"Is that Colonel Rhodes' Iron Patriot?"

On the satellite monitoring screen, only the image of the Iron Patriot flying away from Air Force One remained.

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