Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

Ghemiya region, Afghanistan.

After getting off the private plane, the motorcade walked for several hours before arriving at the destination. Obadei's face obviously didn't look good when he got off the car.

Where birds don't poop, rotten people are matched with rotten land. It's a perfect match.

"Obaday, you're finally here." The scars on the bald man's face were already scarred, and it looked even more shocking now. "You didn't tell me that the person you wanted to kill was Tony Stark. That’s a chicken that lays golden eggs.”

"That's right, I'm here to see you, a fool who succeeds in nothing but fails in everything." Obadiah had no scruples here. He took off his usual hypocritical face and showed his overbearing and unreasonable side. , "I asked you to kill Tony Stark, but you let him go. You made all my original plans fail, and now you come to blame me?"

"That's because the price you offered is not enough!" The bald man stood up from the chair and faced Obadiah head-on. "I can control him, and what he brings to me is something more valuable!"

"Can you control him? Haha, why are you talking about this when people go home to pick up girls?" Obaday laughed angrily. Are you trying to make me laugh on purpose?

"No, although he left, I still got what he left behind." The bald head looked confident. He picked up a few pieces of paper on the table and shook it. "Look, I found out What?"

Then he opened the cabinet on one side, and hanging on the shelf inside was a half-to-six piece of Type 1 armor.

"I got its design drawings and the body left behind. As long as you provide me with such equipment, I can build an army of steel soldiers to sweep away all opponents here."

Obadai took the drawings, put them on the table and spread them out, and a sample drawing suddenly appeared on the paper. net

Kind of interesting, but. . . Nothing more than that.

"That's it?" Obadiah put down the drawing and looked at the bald head.

"What? Do you have a better one?" The bald man noticed something was wrong with Obaday.

Obaday shook his head and said: "No, even Stark Enterprises is not involved in this armor. There is no doubt that it is Tony's latest invention."

Obadiah's eyes fell on the bald hand, and the red gemstone ring on his finger made him look twice.

Alas, it is a pity that the treasure is covered in dust.

Obadai turned around, pretending to look at the Type 1 armor in the cupboard, but he calmly took out the ring from his pocket and put it on.

"It's really good, this kind of power." Obadiah didn't know what he was praising, "Your ring is very nice, do you wear it all the time?"

The bald man didn't react when he heard Obadiah's meaningless words. When Obadiah turned around, the green ring on his raised hand made his eyes widen.

"You...how could you..." What shocked the bald man was not that Obadie got the ring. What shocked him was that the ring was obviously less broken than the red ring on his hand.

"It is so magical, and it is indeed possible." Obaday also looked at the ring on his hand, but he gradually turned his attention to the bald head, "So I want to see if your ring can also be so magical."

"you--"

Before the bald man finished speaking, his whole body convulsed and fell to the ground. At some point, streaks of lightning had spread throughout the small room, and two of them wrapped around the bald head. Under the binding of this current, he His body became paralyzed and paralyzed on the spot, and he couldn't even speak.

Obadiah walked over and looked at the bald head lying on the ground. He sneered and shook his head.

Mortals, nothing more than that.

He squatted down and snatched off the red ring. Without even looking at the bald man on the ground, he was about to walk out of the room, but he stopped and looked back at the design of the Type 1 armor on the table behind him. After he made this move, it was still placed on the table intact.

He walked over, picked it up and put it in his pocket before leaving.

Outside the door, the mercenary men he secretly trained had suppressed all the opponents and were gathered together to wait for his orders.

"Handle it cleanly." Obadai gave the order before getting into the car. Then he called one of his subordinates and said, "There is something in that room. Bring it back to the plane for me."

The news of Baldhead's sudden death was discovered after noon the next day. After Big Beard found out that his boss had been killed, he was not sad at all, he was just completely happy.

If Bald Head dies, then he will naturally become the leader. Apart from Bald Head, no one else can use the weapons and materials of various origins hidden in this area like him.

As for the missing steel armor, he has no interest in taking care of it. There is only one thing he wants to do now, and that is to start the first round of expansion for the arrival of his bearded era!

After all, they have been suffering from severe staff reductions recently, and now even Bald's direct descendants have been wiped out. And if he wants to truly control the organization in this region, he must cultivate his own people.

Then expansion is necessary. However, in this chaotic and impoverished land, there is only one method of expansion, and that is to rob people as if they are goods.

Stark Sea View Villa.

Roddy's vacation is almost over. He is an active-duty officer and is unwilling to extend his vacation indefinitely. He will always go back to work.

Just before leaving, he looked at the display cabinet Tony pulled out from behind the lift platform malfunction caused by the accident in the experiment just now, and spit out a mouthful of wine.

"One, two, three, four, how many No. 2 armors have you made?" Roddy looked at the display cabinet pulled out from behind the lifting platform for assembling the armor. He felt that this point must be vomited. He was originally a At most, there were only two of them with some accessories, but Tony pulled out this stand and successfully let him know what it means to have enough money.

"It's better to be prepared. If you fall down, we can change to another suit and continue. Anyway, the cost of 2 is not high. Let's make a few more. After all, I have one more for my collection and one for making a coffin for you." Well."

"What???" Roddy was confused, "Does that mean that in addition to what you are going to wear, you are also going to prepare something that looks good on display?"

Tony nodded and admitted, and even added: "I will make Type 1 in a few days, just like you said, it will look good."

What can Roddy say? As long as you have money and are happy, I still have to go back to work and collect wages to live, so I won’t talk to you now.

Roddy left, and Pepper was handling things on Tony's behalf at Stark. The rich man was the only one left in the large room, and he couldn't help but feel lonely.

It's a pity that he has no one he can trust now, and it's even less possible for him to invite people to his home for a carnival.

Tony thought of Ethan, but now Ethan had been transferred to South Korea to receive post-traumatic tissue regeneration treatment, and he couldn't see him even if he wanted to.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he was. He chose to continue the work at hand to divert his attention.

"Jarvis, the Type 3 plan has been transferred out. I have to do a final inspection. After confirming that it is correct, I will implement it according to this plan." Tony said, and then he saw the silver piece on the display shelf on one side, which was too monotonous. It was too cold. He didn't like this feeling. "Well, I think the first thing to solve is the color matching problem."

A red Ferrari? A golden Lamborghini? It seemed that a single color was not enough, and finally Tony's eyes were fixed on a classic car of his. Yes, that's right, it was the one with the engine he made when he was a child.

The two-color combination of fiery red and golden yellow is a high-profile and eye-catching wink, but when put together, it is lighter than a single wink. It is in line with his pursuit of high-profile personality without being too showy and making him look like a country bumpkin. The house is also tasteless.

That's all.

"Mr. Stark, will the other Type 3 also follow this plan?" Jarvis prompted, "Based on my analysis, I don't think Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes will choose the same color scheme as you."

"The production of Type 3 Unit is on hold for now. It's better to wait until he comes back to seek advice before making his iron coffin." Tony couldn't help laughing when he thought that Roddy was even more obsessed with armor than he was, and he was ready to become a steel mummy. There was a sound.

It's a pity that he is not very good at life. He can share wealth and wealth with you, but when it comes to danger, Tony Stark does not have the quality to share difficulties now, so he chooses to deal with it alone.