The new super cute from Meiman

Chapter 178 I hope you will not be ignorant of flattery

In a coffee shop on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, DC, it seems to be a very ordinary breakfast time, but there are only two people sitting in the corner of the restaurant. If you turn your attention to the Chevrolet Cruze parked outside the restaurant and a ticket in a black suit If you look at the black-clothed bodyguards standing guard with carbines, you may be able to understand why no one comes to this restaurant.

"What the hell, how did these media become like this!"

Fisher, who was reading the newspaper, was complaining dissatisfiedly.

"Tell me a joke, the media people in the capital world are fair and just!"

An old man sitting opposite the small round table elegantly cut open the fried egg on the plate, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and then wiped his mouth with a handkerchief beside him.

"So Congress is determined to get Stark's new toy!" Fisher closed the newspaper, and then a beautiful waitress in a little black dress and a small suit uniform came over with a breakfast, carefully put the tray on the table.

"Thank you!" Fisher nodded to the waitress to express his gratitude, then picked up the knife and fork, and cut the steak and eggs on the plate.

"Could it be that Atlas is not interested in that thing?" The old man smiled and picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"Interested, just interested, my men don't need to wear that thing to maintain peace all over the world, heavy exoskeleton and heavy armor are enough!"

"It's a pity, speaking of it, I still want them to award you this year's award!"

"Hey, let's forget about that award. I don't even want the Nobel Peace Prize. Besides, you award it to Tony Stark every year, and the other party still doesn't come every year?" Fisher swallowed the food and drank Sip the milk smoothly.

"I think the hearing you are going to hold will be cold. That suit of armor can only be called Iron Man if it is combined with Stark!"

"It's best to do this, just to teach those guys who want to climb up all day a lesson, you know, it's Stern who is leading this time!"

"I guessed it, by the way, Mr. Speaker, Christmas Mother asked you to go to Long Island, and our family will spend it together!"

"Okay, then I will wear Catherine and Abigail and go there together!" The old man took out his wallet, put the meal money and tip on the table, then patted Fisher on the shoulder, and then stood behind the bodyguards. Get off the Chevrolet.

Let me tell you another joke, capitalist society does not respect human feelings.

Having an uncle who is the speaker of the House of Representatives has avoided a lot of troubles for Fisher, and at the same time, he can see a lot of jokes. For example, this time, the House of Representatives will hold a hearing on the Stark armor.

Fisher estimated that this may also be due to Stark's recent popularity. Since saving many people in the Hulk incident and the monster attack incident, Stark's fans have skyrocketed all the way. Of course, most of them are Female fans, children, young people, especially the social animals of 996 every day, can only enviously swipe their mobile phones when commuting to and from work, and then express that they have a battle armor and can be a hero.

Ordinary people can only drool enviously, but the military and some institutions are different. They want to get a real machine to experience it for themselves.

"Not for sale!" Stark's attitude is also very clear, the steel suit is not for sale, so go as far as you go!

Stark's attitude displeased a black leader of a certain organization and those friends who wore masks behind him. You Stark started selling arms from your father, but now you say you don't sell them?The watch stands on the archway?

In addition, Fisher's exoskeleton was sold everywhere before, and a small-scale arms race among various countries began. A bunch of countries on the United States' own blacklist also began to tinker with exoskeletons, hoping to come up with similar samples. The U.S. military, which must lead in everything, is also in a hurry.

"Mr. Fisher, isn't it?"

After breakfast, Fisher was preparing to go to the airport with a newspaper rolled up in a suit, when a black Bentley car stopped in front of him, and then a beast in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone wants to see you!"

"Hehe!" Fisher lifted his suit and put it on his shoulders. Since he served in the military, no one dared to talk to him like that. Why, wearing gold glasses and a suit makes him a master?

"Nope!" Fisher casually folded the newspaper a few times and stuffed it into the trash can beside him, then turned around and left. As a result, several big men in suits came down from the Bentley and stopped in front of him.

"Mr. Fisher, our boss sincerely wants to meet you, and please don't be ungrateful!"

"Fvck off!" It was Fisher's middle finger who responded to the man in the suit.

"Stop him!" A few big men in suits were about to step up and surround Fisher, when a police car drove over at the corner of the street.

"Mr. Fisher, do you need help?" The thick and thick police officer got out of the car with a KF5 submachine gun on his chest.

"I suspect that these guys smelt copper and aluminum to sell silver. I'll leave it to you, officer!" Fisher patted the face of the gold-rimmed glasses, then shook hands with the officer, and then left the scene, leaving only The next four or five police officers slowly approached those guys with their weapons raised.

"Don't panic, our boss is Mr. Justin!" The man with gold spectacles was still pretending to be calm, and he walked up to the policeman, putting on a proud posture.

"My boss is..."

"Touch!" What came oncoming was an all-iron submachine gun butt.

"This is DC, baby, you can yell at the president here, but you can't mess with that gentleman!" The sheriff bared his white teeth, "Now, you better hope that those black dudes in the prison don't like you little jerks! "

"Our boss is... Justin Hammer, you can't afford to go around!"

"Justin Hammer?" The sheriff chuckled, "Sorry, our boss is the federal government!"

Justin probably didn't expect that his stink of being domineering in New York would also infect his subordinates. His initial thought was that his subordinates would politely invite Fisher to his private jet, and then the two would talk to Stark. He had an in-depth discussion on the armor issue, and finally Fisher was moved by his sincerity, and the two reached a consensus.

It's just that Hanmer, who was waiting at the airport, didn't wait for his subordinates to arrive. Instead, he saw the C17 transport plane transformed by the giant god soaring into the sky on the runway on the other side of the airport.

Then he got a call from the Washington Police Department.

"What, what, didn't I ask them to invite people? Why did they invite me to jail and commit the crime of smelting copper and aluminum and selling silver?" Justin suddenly felt that something was wrong!

"Damn, these guys!"

(End of this chapter)