Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 174 The Fall of the White Palace
But he is also a man with hooks.

The Jarvis scanner was turned on all the time, and when it caught the light of the knife, it took over the control of the suit, raised the left hand to maximize the thrust, and moved a large part of the body horizontally out of thin air.

"Crack!"

The two amputated fingers flew into the air, rolled several times and hit the ground.

"when!"

"when!"

"Shet—"

Tony withdrew his left hand, and the armor at the front of the index finger and middle finger was sliced ​​off, exposing the flesh-colored nails.

If Jarvis slowed down, he would lose half of his arm... Tony broke out in a cold sweat.

This is the first time since he invented the steel suit that he was forcibly broken by a weapon.

The last time the demon named Goo is not counted, that guy is pervasive, and there are very few places in the world that can stop him.

Tony secretly raised his vigilance, looked down, and saw Loki holding a scepter in his left hand and a golden knife in his right?

Jarvis kindly reminded: "Boss, it's the knife that Boss Lark left in the hotel."

"Thank you, I know."

Tony had a toothache. He didn't expect this wave to be backstabbed by his own people.

He glared at Lak viciously: "It's all your good deeds."

Luke rubbed his nose, turned his head and threw the energy sleeve at Loki, since he couldn't refute it, he will take it out on you.

Loki's skills are all focused on auxiliary magic, and it is impossible to hold back the Dark Knight and Iron Man with the spiritual scepter alone.

Lak had no choice but to lend the golden knife to increase the enemy's strength by a billion points.

Otherwise, the play would look too fake.

Holding the golden knife, Loki's confidence increased greatly. He raised his hand and slashed open the energy cover with a knife. The avatar technique combined with the invisibility technique moved around on the ruins.

……

The White House was put on alert, and the Secret Service dispatched to patrol the surrounding area to be alert to suspicious persons.

A military vehicle stopped at the entrance, the black suit took the ID, let the camouflage suit press fingerprints on the display screen, and asked at the same time:

"The White House has entered a state of martial law. Who told you to come?"

The driver said coldly with a straight face: "It's confidential, you have no right to know."

The black suit didn't care, it was just a routine question, and the other person would only have a question if he answered with a smile.

"Drip, verification passed."

At this time, a prompt was uploaded on the panel, and he glanced at the closed ID and returned it:

"go in."

The military vehicle started to move along the circular passage in the middle of the lawn, and black suits kept watching from a short distance of 30 meters.

The vehicle stopped at the gate, and two people in camouflage uniforms got out of the vehicle, picked up a file bag and walked into the palace.

open the door,

The secretary said: "Boom! Your Excellency, General Ross's men have arrived."

"Ross?" Mustache frowned, glanced at the tablet, and immediately guessed his purpose.

"Let them in."

Then he got up and said to the vice president, "Look first, I'm going to see General Ross's people."

The others opened their mouths to answer, but a cold voice at the door interrupted:

"No need, just sit here."

Everyone was furious, whose subordinates are so arrogant!

court death!

"boom!"

Before turning around, a corpse suddenly flew towards and hit the table, the glass table exploded instantly, and the fragments splashed and cut the skin of several unlucky ones.

"My law..."

"Monkey Rechette—"

"boom!"

"To shut up!"

There was a gunshot and the office finally fell silent. Everyone looked at the camouflage uniforms holding guns at the door and shivered.

Mustache is always in his own territory. He mustered up the courage to ask: "Who are you? Who sent you here."

Someone agreed: "There are people from the Secret Service outside, you two can't escape..."

"boom!"

"It's a lot of talk."

Corpse +1, successfully blocked everyone's mouth.

The muzzle of the camouflage uniform moved slightly, and the mustache squatted with everyone obediently.

Although the scene looked very dangerous, no one panicked. As the unlucky guy said just now, this is the White House.

The outside is full of people from the Secret Service, and the President's Office should be surrounded by layers at this moment.

The two guys couldn't escape.

Thinking like this, everyone secretly glanced at what the two were doing at the same time.

Just as they thought, a large group of black suits could be seen approaching here through the glass windows.

The two camouflage uniforms looked at each other and parted left and right. The person on the left drew the curtains one by one to block his view. The bulletproof glass was somewhat defensive.

The gunman took out a grenade, pulled out the safety, and put it in the hands of the terrified mustache.

"Hold on, their lives are all in your hands."

After he finished speaking, he put the pistol on the table, peeled off the camouflage uniform to reveal the blue combat uniform inside, and took a ring device from his chest and placed it on the ground.

Slapping it with a palm, the ring emits beams of light forming a square passage in the air, and several heavily armed soldiers walked out of it.

Without orders from camouflage uniforms, they opened the door and walked out of the room as planned to clear the guards in the White House.

"Monkey Rechette, you are subordinates of that alien."

"I buy it..."

Everyone was shocked. When Loki attacked S.H.I.E.L.D., he summoned people to attack like this.

Mustache's already pale face looked even paler now. He held the grenade tremblingly and asked:

"Your real target is the White House, isn't it?"

The camouflage uniform turned around and praised: "Congratulations, you got the answer right, but unfortunately there is no reward."

A greasy-headed man shouted: "I remembered, you are Lark's subordinate, and you are on the hotel's prisoner list."

After he reminded, everyone immediately matched this face with the one in the information in their minds.

Unfortunately, it didn't come together.

Even knowing it can't change the reality of being captured.

Camouflage, no, Haytham gave him a thumbs up, before shooting him off to God.

"boom!"

"Sorry, I'm now a member of His Royal Highness Loki."

Everyone shuddered again, obviously frightened by his shooting and killing at a disagreement.

Hailsen pouted and asked about the progress through the walkie-talkie, and was overjoyed when he heard that the surrounding area had been cleaned up.

Beckon someone to bring the mustaches to the lawn in front of the White House.

After everyone left, several people in white coats pushed carts out of the portal, and Haitham led the way to the outside.

The battle between the two sides was very loud, and the sound of gunfire could be heard two blocks away.

Today, because of the awards ceremony, there are black SUVs constantly patrolling around the periphery, and they return to defense as soon as they receive the alarm.

In less than a minute, there was a large circle of cars around the iron fence, and the engine cover was covered with guns.

Then the moustache president and a group of senior executives were pushed out the door, each holding a small metal ball in their hands.

"I buy Karma——"

"Xie Te! What's going on here?" A man in a black suit cursed.

Another man in a black suit asked, "Captain, hurry up and contact the chief, the people from the TV station are coming soon."

"Trash, see for yourself who the person on the far left is."

Black suit: "..."

"Where's the vice president?"

"middle."

"Where's the Minister of Defense?"

"right."

"That……"

"Shut up, who is the captain on the horse, you, go and shout." The captain reacted and asked, pressing the horn on his hand with his backhand.

Gudong!

I'm really cheap, why do I talk so much!
The black suit wants to cry but has no tears.

He swallowed, he glanced at the dead bodies of his comrades strewn all over the iron fence, and then compared the murderous eyes of the captain, his heart broke...pointing behind him and shouting:

"Captain, the people from the TV station are here."

(End of this chapter)