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Chapter 41 Tony, give me a pair of boots like yours

Martin climbed into the cave and looked up to see a bald man with glasses.

Damn, why is it bald again!

Both squatted on the ground, looking at each other.

"who are you?"

"who are you?"

Martin saw the other man's unshaven face and crooked gold-rimmed glasses, and knew that the other party was not a threat, even if he was holding a gun.

In this kind of place, anyone who doesn't wear a turban, gown, and glasses is basically not an enemy.

"Are you their hostage?"

Martin raised his hands to indicate that he was not threatening, and then looked back. He was relieved that there were no pursuers behind him.

He is still far from the green fat's defensive power, and the heavy machine gun poses a great threat to him.

The bald man with glasses still got up nervously and pointed a gun at him: "Who are you? What happened outside?"

Martin heard the noise in the cave, and looked sideways, but was blocked by the bald man with glasses.

"We were just passing by, going to the valley ahead, but these bandits were crazy, and they fought."

The man with glasses seemed to put down his guard, lowered his gun slightly, and looked at Martin: "There is their training ground and weapon depot in the valley ahead, they will definitely not let you pass, in fact, it is more appropriate to call them terrorists, listen to you Accent not native?"

"So that's how it is..."

Suddenly, Martin shrugged again: "A friend got lost. I flew over from the United States overnight to pick him up. In fact, if you need, I can take you away. You don't look like a bad person."

"cough!"

There was a light cough from the cave, followed by two bang bang bang bang bangs, and something came over.

Martin was startled, then thought of something, pushed away the man with glasses who was blocking him, walked to the entrance of the cave, raised his eyes and saw a humanoid steel frame in front of him...

"I'm not sure who you're looking for, but can I give you a lift?"

Martin's familiar voice came from the steel mask.

Martin looked up, looked at the steel helmet that was a head taller than himself, and asked in a daze, "Tony, why are you so tall?"

The guy in the steel hunk is Stark!
Stark's face darkened when he heard this: "This is what you're paying attention to? I'm in my armor! Also, you're a dwarf, and not as tall as me!"

Martin pouted, and turned around the steel armor: "I will grow taller, I am still young, and you are already an old man, buddy!
ha!I saw half of your ass, it's cool to have such a big hole, or save it for going to the toilet? "

After discovering that Stark's armor hadn't been built, Martin accepted the reality in front of him.

It has been less than a month since this guy was attacked, and the cave is just a small handicraft workshop.

If Stark built the entire armor now, Martin would kneel down and call him dad without hesitation.

Grandpa is fine too.

But now, Martin patted Stark's thigh hard twice, making a crisp sound.

"Haha, buddy, a month of farmhouse fun in the Middle East has made you a lot stronger! Can't move? The power system hasn't been solved yet?"

Stark squinted at Martin: "If you still have the strength, help me take it off, the armor is expected to be completed in a month, we heard the movement outside and thought something happened, so we put it on in advance.

Now I just started charging, and the battery will run out after a few steps. I don't want to be held here because of the lack of battery. "

As he spoke, he patted his chest again: "The power source is on me, but the transmission system on the legs has not been fully installed, and the propeller has just started to be built. I will explain it to you later. I think it is more appropriate for you to wear it now." .”

Martin saw the semi-finished thruster on the workbench next to him: "That's it? Solid fuel rocket? Ha! Aren't you afraid of blowing your leg off?"

With that said, he helped Stark open the breastplate casually.

Stark took off his helmet, pushed away the breastplate, and began to disassemble the waist armor.

While operating, he said: "There is only such a condition here. Dr. Ethan and I have a better idea, and we only need enough energy. However, are you sure you need me to explain to you?"

"Propellers that don't require fuel?"

Martin was stunned for a moment. In his impression, there was really no place for refueling in the steel suit.

"I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation, just keep playing by yourself, I'm only interested in your inner height."

"Heh! Ignorant guys always pay attention to the surface. How did you get your bachelor's degree in mechanics? Or is it too easy to graduate with a bachelor's degree now?"

"Tony, go back and give me a pair of boots like yours, and it will be my reward."

"..."

……

After seeing Martin show off his power, Bronski put down the binoculars after killing two machine gun points, and asked the team members beside him, "How does the general describe his future son-in-law?"

The team member laughed and said, "He said he was a cowardly bastard."

Bronski smiled slightly, pulled off the Velcro on his leg, and pulled out a pistol: "So, the general sometimes makes mistakes.

Ready to rush with me! "

……

Dr. Ethan held a gun at the entrance of the cave, nervously watching the battle outside.

Afterwards, he heard the two people behind him chatting about messy topics speechlessly, and finally couldn't help it: "Can you two go back and talk about the old days!

I have understood that the person you are going to save is Stark, and he is here now.

Tony!

While they're in chaos, go! "

Martin glanced at Dr. Ethan: "Man, you are a nice person, you should go with us."

Stark gave Martin a strange look: "Of course Ethan wants to go with us, he just hasn't figured it out yet, it's dangerous to go out at this time."

Martin nodded: "You can't run very far on two legs, and you can easily meet other terrorists."

Stark also added: "Driving will directly attract the attention of the enemy. Obviously Martin and the others have suffered this loss, even if he just passed by."

Martin squinted at him: "I thought you were in that valley, but I didn't expect you to be so close to the outside, why didn't you just run out?"

Stark laughed and said: "Do you know what a cave is? Even rabbit holes have many exits, and these base armed forces are of course no exception.

The exit here is usually closed, but just now we used explosives to blow open an iron gate, only to see someone crawl in with their ass pouted. "

Martin automatically ignored Stark's habitual ridicule, but his eyes lit up, he walked outside the "room" and looked in another direction. Sure enough, there was still a dark tunnel.

"This road leads directly to that valley?"

Martin asked.

Stark nodded, and finally came out after removing the leg armor, he let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, Ethan, I saw it, don't rush us.

Martin, it's your turn! "

Obviously, Stark already knew Martin's intentions, and he was trying to hand over this big guy that he couldn't drive to Martin.

"What are the weapons?"

Martin followed Stark's example, stepping his legs into the leg armor.

"There is only one rocket, and its power is average. It is recommended to use the flamethrower in the left hand."

After finishing speaking, Stark thought for a while: "Although I don't mind exposing this suit of armor, if you have privacy needs, you can first knock down the camera outside the corner after you go out."

Startled, Martin looked up and looked around.

Stark pointed to a corner with a smile and said: "We have thought about it a long time ago, and the data cable has been removed before the door was blown."

Martin looked at the camera with his head drooping, heaved a sigh of relief, and said angrily: "You are not afraid of the pressure of public opinion, nor are you afraid of all kinds of covetousness, but I don't want to bear that kind of pressure. My company has just started, and I don't want to be criticized by those The boss is watching."

Stark smiled proudly: "In front of you is a big boss."

Martin grinned, and glanced at the dismantled weapons on the table: "The boss who sold arms to the enemy?" Most of them had the logo of "Stark Industries" printed on them.

Stark's face sank, and he pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Clearly, the subject stung him.

Martin didn't care about offending this guy, it was a great favor to save him, so why should he put up with his stinking mouth?

"They're going to use anti-aircraft guns! Those soldiers can't stop them!"

Dr. Ethan shouted to the two in panic.

(End of this chapter)