The Devouring Evolution of the Wild Python

Under the quiet moonlight, New York is as prosperous as ever. The streets of the city are flashing neon lights, crowded with people, and busy with traffic. In addition to the hustle and bustle of the day, the whole city seems particularly indulgent under the cover of the night.

Happy things always make people ignore the passage of time.

Yuye leaned back on the back of the chair and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Opposite him, Natasha, like a wounded little beast, curled up in the corner, her beautiful eyes dim.

Yuye took some food out of the kitchen where the chef ran away, and said to Natasha:

"Do you want to eat something?"

Natasha's eyes were timid and a little fearful. Her delicate body tried her best to retreat, tightly pressed against the back of the chair, and screamed:

"You... don't come over!"

God knows what she had just experienced to make the famous Black Widow show such a little girl's posture.

Ahem, due to the recent popularity of river crabs, some of the plots are entirely imaginary, so I won't describe them here.

"Tsk, it's a pity to waste these delicacies."

Each dish that Yuye brought out was on a plate as big as a washbasin, and the taste of French roast meat made people drool.

Cut the sandwich, put the roast meat between the two slices, add a piece of fresh lettuce, and then spread it with hot cheese. When you take a bite, the juice flows, salty but not greasy. Every bite seems to feel the sea breeze from the other side of the Atlantic.

After eating the roast meat sandwich, have a cup of ground iron coffee, let the rich coffee aroma spread wantonly in your mouth, that feeling is really intoxicating.

No wonder Americans always like to drink coffee so much, and it's not without reason.

After enjoying the sumptuous dinner, Yuye burped slightly, looked at the ragged Natasha, his eyes flashed, smiled evilly, and said:

"Why don't we continue to do the happy things just now?"

Natasha's pupils suddenly shrank, shrinking into needle-like shapes, and her fair face involuntarily revealed an unhealthy redness. She breathed heavily and shrieked:

"No, I will never do that kind of thing with you again, you'd better kill me!"

"That's not up to you!"

Just when Yuye was about to do some after-meal exercise, he suddenly found that a series of explosions sounded on the street.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the flames that rose to the sky, the surrounding cars were lifted up by the aftermath, and the iron fragments produced by the explosion, like sharp knives, burst in the crowd, cutting many people and causing a commotion and commotion.

New York is indeed a city with many disasters in the Marvel world. It has not been burned, killed, looted, or invaded by aliens. It has never been wiped off the map. It is really a good joke from God.

Of course, the citizens living here are also stubborn. They know that it is so dangerous here, but they can still live and work with peace of mind. Even Yuye secretly admires them and calls them the best model workers of the 21st century.

Of course, chaos is chaos and noise is noise.

As long as Yuye's interest is not disturbed, he is not interested in being a superhero and doing those boring tricks to save people.

Superheroes are the romance of adults, but for Yuye, a fierce god who meets and kills gods all the way, it is just a dispensable thing.

But who can say for sure about the things in the world?

Nine out of ten things are not as people wish.

You say how coincidental this is, but today's incident has to come to Yuye.

Look, the moon is bright in the sky. At the end of the road, a golden-red armor is fighting and retreating with a silver-white armor, approaching the street where Yuye is from far to near.

Yuye narrowed his eyes slightly. With such obvious appearance and logo, even a fool knows who these two are. They are old enemies in the Marvel world again.

Iron Man!

Iron Monger!

When in the Middle East, Yuye and Tony had a meeting. Although Yuye intervened, Tony still made the iron suit as in the original book, returned to Stark Industries, and fought for power with a group of old officials.

Although Tony Stark's Mark III is flexible and changeable, he cannot get rid of Obadistan's Iron Monger because of insufficient energy.

"This is not a solution!"

Tony Stark was secretly anxious. He knew exactly what was happening below.

"We need to find a way, or more people will get hurt."

Although Tony is a playboy who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, he is usually arrogant and rude, but at the critical moment, he has the mentality of a superhero.

"Hey! Look here!"

Tony braked suddenly in the night sky, turned his head and grabbed, and a fierce artillery shot out from his palm.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

The intensity of the gunfire was no less than that of fifty people, and it made Obaday turn over several times in the air, slowing down the pace of pursuit.

The design of Iron Overlord was derived from the Iron Man suit, but it had an alternative style. It relied on abandoning speed in exchange for stronger defense and firepower, becoming a veritable assault turret.

Boom!

Obaday drove the bloated and huge Iron Overlord on the streets of New York, and the heavy weight sank the asphalt road surface by several centimeters.

Seeing that all his attacks only caused some insignificant scars on the Iron Monger's specially made super-thick titanium alloy shell, Tony Stark felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Obadai steadied himself, a grim smile appeared on his lips, and he said arrogantly:

"Tony, let's see how you can dodge this time!"

The shoulder of the silver mecha bounced open, revealing the missile launch hole, facing Tony directly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!

Missiles came one after another with long tails of flames behind them, breaking the tranquility of the night sky.

At this time, behind Tony was a busy commercial street, with panicked people rubbing shoulders and making a mess. If Tony dodges, the people behind him will suffer very serious casualties.

This is not what Tony wants to see!

"It's so despicable!"

Tony clenched his fists, and a hateful voice came out from between his teeth.

"Despicable? Wahahaha, this is my motto!"

The mask blocked Obaday's face, making it impossible to see his proud and arrogant smile at this time.

"Your voice is as ugly as that of a wolf grandmother."

Tony mocked Obaday with a venomous tongue, and the golden red armor opened the weapon hole.

"Launch guided missiles!"

The smaller guided missiles attempted to intercept Obaday's missile rain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

With a deafening explosion, a missile passed through the heavy smoke and rushed straight to the commercial street behind Tony. The target happened to be the coffee shop where Yuye was.

In a glimpse, Tony only vaguely saw two people inside, and his face suddenly changed:

"Oops!"