Mei Man Zhi Ya Mo Zhuo armor

Chapter 112
Aunt Alice’s family, where Raven lives, has an activity project that almost everyone in the family attaches great importance to——every month, they will take a spare weekend to go out for a picnic.Aunt Alice thinks this is an important way to promote the relationship between the family and bring everyone closer together, and of course the children are also very happy about this regular outdoor entertainment, especially little Billy, who filled the house with joy the night before Running around, it took Aunt Alice a long time to finally manage to put him to bed.

Of course, it's not generally Raven's style to be involved in such activities, but she's also trying to fit in and be part of the family.

The children were running wildly on the lawn. Uncle Jack was setting up the barbecue grill and flicking all kinds of meat skewers on it. Aunt Alice was helping him.

Today's weather is exceptionally good, there is no cloud in the blue sky, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, and the golden glow unreservedly splashes on the green lawn.Raven looked up at the blue sky in a daze, and Eric's shadow appeared in his mind unconsciously.

I wonder what that guy is doing now?This guy likes to be brave, but seeing his father was a big blow recently, right?How is he going to spend this weekend alone?Maybe I should go with him.
"Raven!"

Raven was brought back to reality by the voice of Aunt Alice, who was waving in this direction.

"Ah, sorry, can you pass me the lamb in the trunk? I seem to have left it in the car."

"Ok."

Ruiwen found the skewered meat skewers in the trunk of the car and handed them to his aunt.

"Thank you." She smiled warmly, stroking Raven's dark hair tenderly like a mother, "I and Angela (Raven's mother) rarely agreed in childhood, but I must admit that she Raised a lovely girl, Rachel. I know maybe you're a little out of touch, but you don't have to, you're part of our family and you're always welcome to be one of us."

cute?I?What a fool's dream, Auntie.Raven grumbled inwardly.

"Yo? I'm not too late, am I?"

Raven's familiar voice came from the side of the lawn along the road. She turned around in surprise and saw Eric walking quickly with a natural smile on his face.

Aunt Alice said: "I remember you are Raven's friend?"

"Yes." Eric said, "Hello, Auntie, I heard that you have a picnic today. Raven invited me, right?"

Absolutely not.

Although thinking so in his heart, Raven quickly reacted and said: "Ah, yes, I mentioned it to him yesterday, saying that we have a picnic on the weekend. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, aunt."

Aunt Alice giggled: "What are you talking about, Rachel, he is a very good kid, of course I welcome it."

"Ah, let me help you, auntie." Eric stepped forward quickly.

"Oh? Can you still barbecue?"

"That's it."

Eric then mixed with them very naturally, and soon became busy.Raven approached him and asked in a very soft voice, "How do you know about our activities today?"

Eric smiled: "I may know more about you than you do."

Raven rolled his eyes and didn't speak again, but he obviously didn't take it seriously.

New York, Coney Island.

The atmosphere in the studio became visibly serious. As one sharp question after another was thrown, Mr. Piringer became more and more aggressive, and his body could not help but lean forward slightly.

"'Iron Man,'" Pillinger continued, looking like a general chasing victory. "How do you define it? A brand new military weapon?"

"I don't think so." Tony said flatly.

"In harmony with your other inventions, I'm guessing it's also armed."

"Everything is a military application, and all tools are lethal," Tony admitted.

Piringer shrugged: "Then I guess, the Iron Man armor must also have the ability of mass destruction, isn't it? Or should it be defined as a defensive industrial product?"

"All technology works like that, and I don't think I'm trying to convince you, but every time I try to explain something you just ignore me," Tony said. Achievement, the money earned from shower bombs goes into bioimplants, cardiotonic replacements, and internal pain pumps, so am I an arms dealer? No. Do I make my fortune designing weapons? Yes. I do Forever? No."

"And do you think they have your pain pump in Iraq, Mister Stark?" Pillinger asked sharply again, "How do you think an Afghan kid whose hand was blown off by your bomb would be affected by Iron Man? ?”

The air heated up again, and the atmosphere became more tense.Tony was silent for a while, frowning slightly.

The phone rang very inappropriately.

Tony took a glance at his phone from his pocket, thought for a while and pressed the hang up button, then stood up, as if preparing to leave.

"Look, I never tried to be perfect, I know I have blood on my hands, but at least I'm trying to make the world a better place."

"'Make the world a better place', well, thank you for your time." Piringer also saw that he was about to leave, stood up as well, and finally couldn't help but asked, "Actually, I still have a Doubt. You should know what I do at work, right? Then why are you interviewing me?"

"Because I want to meet you," Tony said dryly. "Have you been making documentaries like this for 20 years? But have you changed anything? You've been trying to expose the scary truth to the world, and then? You changed what?"

Mr. Piringer was stunned for a long time.

"I don't know," he said finally.

Tony was silent for a moment, then said, "Me too."

After speaking, he turned and left the studio quickly.

After going out, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called back the number he just called.

"Tony? Is that you?" A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Of course, ma'am. But now the question is - who are you? Why do you know my private number?"

"It's me, Maya Hansen, we've met before."

"Uh, sorry, I don't have any impression."

"That's not important. What's important is that I need you." Maya Hansen paused, and said, "Or I need Iron Man. The situation is very urgent and may become a national security incident."

"That sounds like something for SHIELD to do."

"Who?"

"Forget it, just tell me the address and I'll be there in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Tony walked into the bathroom by the way.

He washed his face in front of the sink, and when he raised his head, he suddenly found a young man in a green jacket appeared behind him at some point, with a sculpture-like expression.

He turned around vigilantly, a strong hand gripped his throat like pliers.At this moment, he was horrified to see that the young man's skin was glowing red like a branding iron.

(End of this chapter)