Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Stop the gossip, we'll talk about the specific meeting, I'm already on my way."

After all, Miss Stark rudely hung up the phone call with Mr. President.

Although it sounds self-willed, there are really few people who dare to take the initiative to hang up the number 1 number of the US regime.

At this time, Eisley looked blankly at the phone that he had hung up on.

What does this mean? It's nothing more than a specific meeting. She's already on her way here?

"...I didn't hear that there was an appointment meeting today, did she come here directly like this?"

Only a very few people can skip the appointment and break into the presidential office directly, and Miss Stark happens to be one of them.

Of course, if she visits publicly as Stark Industries, of course she needs to make an appointment first.

After all, that is only the identity of a public figure, representing the public visit of the capitalist class.

But if she chooses to come in a private capacity, or as a superhero.

Miss Stark doesn't even need to say anything in advance, there is no restriction on flying directly over.

At this time, Mr. President is still looking suspiciously at today's itinerary sheet sent by the secretariat this morning.

But even after looking over and over, I didn't see any words about Stark Industries' visit records.

The old man stretched out his hand in a daze, and gently scratched the hair on the back of his head, thinking that this young lady was planning to play a raid on the White House.

There was no other way, the old man could only slowly walk out of the gate of the office, planning to go to the east hall to speak in advance.

And just as he walked out of the door, before he had time to tell the government employees at the door, he heard a loud noise from the courtyard outside the White House.

Then there was the piercing siren—then it was extinguished inexplicably after only two rings.

The agents who were patrolling outside the White House wall in twos and threes rushed in immediately, and the government employees around the president also rushed in his direction immediately.

As one of the places with the highest level of security in the US government, the White House is naturally protected by a large number of security personnel.

But this time, there was not even the slightest sign of an unknown attack, and even the Pentagon didn't react.

"Eisley, what happened, why haven't you taken refuge yet?!"

The Chief of Staff came out from the corridor on the other side of the President's Office with a serious expression on his face.

"Tell them to lift the alarm. It was just a visit that I didn't have time to notify. I was negligent."

After making such a commotion and making a big fuss, I am afraid that tomorrow the White House News Department will be raided by reporters again.

Thinking of this, Mr. President naturally had a gloomy face, and led the chief of staff to the northern lawn.

At the same time, in the lawn in the north of the White House compound, the dust and smoke that filled the air finally dissipated slowly, and the agents of the White House Security Service also reacted.

Since there was no explosion, something was probably thrown onto the White House lawn.

When everyone had arrived and sealed off the entire area, a figure also appeared in the middle of the lawn.

Moreover, a not-so-small pothole was left on the lawn, and the sand and soil were scattered out like radiation.

"Hey hey, put down your weapons, I don't have any hostility."

Gold and red meet, Iron Man with a festive appearance raised his hands above his head and said jokingly.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the security agents, the whole body disintegrated from the hands to the head to the toes——

Miss Stark, who changed into a small navy blue women's suit, stepped out, and almost tripped over the ground of the White House by the lawn she damaged.

The two-inch heel accidentally tripped over a raised rock, and she almost fell straight onto the lawn.

If it weren't for her dexterous body to stabilize the balance in time, Miss Stark might really lose her again after her cool appearance.

Although it is embarrassing enough to see her now, but what do others dare to say.

After tidying up her suit jacket slowly, she walked out of the lawn steadily.

It was not until this time that Mr. President arrived late with his chief of staff.

Behind them are two police steel armor Mark-36s painted in orange-gray.

"Okay, I can't survive because of my own sin..."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Eisley, long time no see, I really miss you."

She just walked up to him indifferently, seemingly completely oblivious to the security agents around her who were still guarding with guns.

"Welcome, dear miss, but this time it really left a deep impression on me."

"Just next time, can you walk through the gate? I don't want the White House to fall into my hands because of you."

At this time, the president had a rather bitter smile on his face. He really didn't expect such a result.

"This time it's because there are some matters related to the international situation that need to be discussed. There is no time to delay any more, so I can only come here like this."

"If there is a next time, I will definitely walk through the main entrance of the White House, please believe me."

Facing Miss Stark's sincere face, the old man couldn't say anything, so he could only laugh secretly in his heart.

It's best not to have a next time. I'm afraid the little turf in the White House is really not enough for you.

I'm afraid I should also notify the back office and add an additional expense to the lawn maintenance for Stark Industries to pay for.

"Release the alert, notify the logistics to call a few people to come over and repair the lawn, and the others will dismiss."

After confirming that the person who came was not a friend but an enemy, the chief of staff who followed the president's appearance naturally stood up and issued orders, instructing others to return to work and continue working.

"I already have a premonition of tomorrow's headlines - or I'm afraid it will be out tonight."

Miss Stark shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile, but the old man in front of her just showed a bitter smile.

I'm afraid that those uncrowned kings will take advantage of the "low security capabilities of the White House" and "Stark Industries' extreme capriciousness" to fire.

Obviously, the White House will be scolded miserably, and the stock price of Stark Industries is afraid that it will go up again.

So to say who and what caused all of this, there is no figure of the culprit.

But even so, what can he do? Anyway, his term of office is coming to an end, so I will leave the rest to you.

"So, don't you plan to invite me in to talk? Although I'm not picky about the location, this is obviously not the place to talk."

"Well, please come with me, we go to the office to talk."