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Chapter 190 Debt Repayment Theory

Perhaps because he couldn't find an antidote, Stark had already begun to give up on himself, and began to make clear arrangements for his life. He transferred all the company to Xiaojiao, donated collectibles and sports cars, and donated whatever he could. Just send it away, and now, he has a new idea.

"That's my car! My car!" The racing driver holding the helmet looked at his partner Zhongxing Pengyue surrounding his racing car without tears, changing tires, checking the condition of the car, Even his own coach leaned beside the racing car and said something flatteringly.

"Shut up, what do you know, the team can now add an Iron Man sponsorship symbol!" The team's agent was about to laugh, just now Stark gave them a sponsorship, and then hoped to change the driver to race, while It is a small bonus for winning the race, which is just enough for the team's expenses, and the other side is a large amount of sponsorship that is enough for the team to replace with a new car and give bonuses to all members. It is natural for a normal person to choose.

So this team driver who originally wanted to get a good place in the Tour of Morocco fell into bad luck. For him, the car is equivalent to his wife, but now, his wife is in the hands of a rich man. Friends of the team also advised him not to be sad, but to be strong.

"Your car is awesome!" Stark, who put on a racing suit, didn't forget to praise him after getting into the car.

The frantic driver who was stimulated could only smash his helmet angrily, and then walked back to the waiting room to cry bitterly.

"You rich people like to do whatever you want?" Margaret asked, pointing to Stark who had already driven the car into the track and was ready to go.

"No, he's the only one. That guy got ptsd after he came back from Afghanistan, and he couldn't bear the stimulation!" Fisher drank the rest of the liquid with a grunt, and then asked the bartender for another glass of cold beer and a Mexican chicken taco. He wanted melon seeds, but the only thing this bar offered was chicken wraps.

"Who are you?" Countless question marks flashed across Margaret's little head.

"When you watch a play, you have to have a beer to accompany the meatloaf!" Fisher opened the beer and said happily.

"Play? Stark? What's so interesting about it?"

Although I don't know why Fisher suddenly showed an expression of watching the show, Margaret still enjoys the relaxed atmosphere with the other party. bodyguard.

And amidst the yelling of a bunch of people eating melons, the racing competition began.

Relying on the level of veteran drivers for many years, Stark performed well, leaving most of the people behind at the start, and only a few drivers bit him tightly.

Soon the race was halfway through. At this time, Stark fell behind and became No.3 because of his lack of proficiency in cornering. However, in the second half of the straight line, he gradually caught up. When he was about to pass No.2, the camera suddenly turned. direction.

"Hey, what's going on at this time?" Someone protested dissatisfiedly, and then they saw a man wearing a strange exoskeleton that almost exposed his entire upper body walked onto the track at some point.

"Sir, it's dangerous here, please leave!" A staff member pulled the iron fence next to the track and reminded loudly, but the split man just spat out the toothpick in his mouth coldly, and then walked towards Mercedes without looking back. coming racing.

"What is he going to do?"

"God!" Many spectators already had a premonition of the tragic scene that this man would be hit by a flying car, so they couldn't help closing their eyes and drawing the cross to pray, but there were also spectators who did not close their eyes. The crackling sound on the racing track made these spectators open their eyes again.

Facing the speeding racing car, the man didn't dodge or evade, but shook his two arms. Only then did the audience realize that the other party had two long whip-like things.

The racing car was getting closer, the man shook his head, and turned on the energy supply of the arc reactor on his chest, the continuous energy was transmitted to his whip, the arc flashed and jumped, and the whip was quickly heated to an extremely high temperature , pulling out scorched marks on the ground.

The driver of the first car also noticed that there was an uninvited guest on the field. Although he was cursing, he still tried to avoid the other party. As a result, when the two were about to pass each other, the man threw out the arc whip.

Like a hot knife cutting a block of butter, the first racing car was split into two pieces, and the rear wheels of the unbalanced racing car were still fueled continuously, causing the racing car to flip over after sliding on the ground for more than ten meters. 180 degrees, and finally hit the track heavily.

Splashing parts, tires rolling around, and the track emitting green smoke, the nearby spectators panicked, and the security guards and staff responsible for maintaining order also hurriedly evacuated the spectators.

"So, this is another debt-paying knot!" Fisher took a sip of his beer, it was really enjoyable, why didn't he think of making a thermal weapon before, such as a thermal axe, a thermal sword, this technological giant is completely no problem!

At this moment, the situation on the field has become more and more uncontrollable, because the second one to be sent flying was the racing driver Tony Big Shit. The latter could only roll around on the ground in embarrassment because he did not wear a armor while driving. , to avoid the whip man's attack, but after seeing his Maybach appear, Fisher knew that Ivan Vanke had no chance!

"Let's go, there's nothing to see!" Fisher pulled Margaret up. There will be other activities later.

"You don't look worried at all!"

"That's the invincible Iron Man. At most, he will be whipped like a spinning top a few times, and nothing will happen!"

Stark is also unlucky. In the past, his enemies were made by him or by himself, but Ivan Vanke, nicknamed Whiplash, was his father's fault. Back then, Ivan's father, Anton Vanke, partnered with Stark. Research and development, but was kicked out by Howard because his hands and feet were not clean, and he was ostracized again when he returned to Russia. In the end, the old man could only die of hunger and cold, and his son Ivan Vanke did not reflect on his own problems. He obviously had the blueprint left by his father In the end, he failed to make any money (so it’s true that Maozi is engaged in economics, no matter whether it’s reality or a game), and instead hit the door like Leng Touqing, pretending to be a b, but being grass, you have the ability to dig Howard’s grave, and then Pull out the corpse and give it fifty lashes?

Looking for Tony Stark, playing the game of repaying the debt of the father and the son is a bit unbearable!But what did that have to do with him, Fisher?Wouldn't it be nice to go to Broadway to watch a show with my little sister in my arms?Wouldn't it be nice to go to the Empire State Building to finish dinner at night?Wouldn't it be nice to take my young lady to the villa to watch the dog do somersaults after dinner?

(End of this chapter)