Light Knight: People in Marvel, love to make friends

"Look at his tough and handsome lines, this oppressive red light, tsk tsk tsk, how much more handsome than Tony Stark's vulgar gold-red color scheme!"

Justin Hammer looked at the MK2, which has been modified and equipped with multiple heavy firepower weapons, and the overall armor is completely thick, and his face was full of admiration.

Now, it only needs to update the corresponding operating system, and this war machine can be officially put into use!

"With it, plus those robots... Soon I can prove to the world that Tony Stark is nothing more than that, and I, Justin Hammer, am the best arms dealer in the entire city!"

"The military said they wanted to name him War Machine...what a name!"

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

With a laptop connected to the built-in system of Gears of War, Ivan Vanke, who was updating the system, squeezed away Justin Hammer, who was intoxicated, and didn't take him seriously at all.

Holding a toothpick in his mouth, he spoke indifferently, with a disdainful expression, and his slovenly appearance made people feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Justin Hammer's narcissism was interrupted, his face was blue and white, and he was about to explode, but he finally held back his anger.

He stared gloomyly at Ivan Vanke, who was working hard, and made up his mind.

After the independent exhibition of Hammer Industries opens, let you, a worthless guy, know how amazing it is!

"What a perfect design...and indeed a good bait!"

A thick and deep voice sounded from behind. Justin Hammer turned around and saw Norman Osborn walking towards them leisurely.

"What bait, what are you talking about?"

Justin Hammer faintly felt that something was wrong, wondering whether Norman Osborn was eyeing this steel suit, and immediately felt a coveted anger.

He immediately said mercilessly: "Osborn, you have become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats, and you can't even keep your own Osborne Group, do you still want to use this suit? ?!"

"You better figure out who you are now!"

What he said was arrogant, and he looked like he was convinced of Norman Osborn.

Norman Osborn was not angry, just smiled and said: "My current identity? The factory you are staying in now belongs to me. If I want to use the things in it, what do I do?" question?"

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense with this idiot, the program in this suit has been activated, that guy Tony Stark is coming!"

Ivan Vanke spoke suddenly, and threw the computer to the console without any further operations.

Obviously, they have been aware of the Trojan horse program in MK2 for a long time, and even use this thing to plan and prepare to ambush Tony Stark.

"Tony Stark is coming?!"

Hearing the name that made him hate and tremble, Justin Hammer grabbed Ivan Vanke's hand and stared at him: "What the hell did you do behind my back?!"

"Also! You guys dare to call me a fool, do you want to die?!"

Justin Hammer's face flushed with anger, as if I really wanted to punch you, but he didn't dare to do it anyway.

"Ugh……"

Ivan Vanke sighed, spat lightly, and the toothpick in his mouth flew out and stabbed Justin Hammer in the face, and bounced away: "I said...you, idiot!"

"I am going to kill you!"

This extremely insulting behavior undoubtedly directly made this guy's anger rise to the peak. He raised his fist and was about to give the guy in front of him a set of punches, but his body froze suddenly in the next moment.

A palm grabbed his neck from behind like iron pliers, restricting his movements.

At the next moment when his eyes were wide open and his face was grim with pain, the hand exerted a slight force.

Click!

A huge force erupted, and before Justin Hammer had time to struggle a bit, Norman Osborn cut off his fragile neck, and his head drooped powerlessly.

The pair of exquisitely crafted glasses also fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"It's time to get rid of this nonsense fly!"

Watching a person die in front of him, Ivan Vanke's face hardly fluctuated. Instead, he curled his lips at Norman Osborn and complained.

"At this point in the plan, this guy is useless. To be honest, I can't stand his nonsense..."

Norman Osborn's face remained unchanged, and he threw the dead Justin Hammer aside like he was throwing trash.

"Then next, Tony Stark will be handed over to you, don't let that guy die too easily..."

"And I'm going to deal with my enemies!"

Anger welled up on Norman Osborn's face: "I want them to know what will happen to me if they go against me!"

"That's right! That's it!"

Ivan Vanke laughed loudly, and turned his head to operate the console a few times.

The floor suddenly opened not far away, and two armors with completely different shapes and styles were sent from the ground to the ground by the lifting platform and entered their eyes.

Norman Osborn stepped forward a few steps, looking at the devil-like light armor with dark green body and hideous lines, he looked satisfied.

"I still don't understand why you insist on using that batwing aircraft, isn't it good to directly use the armor to carry the particle thruster flight template?"

Ivan Vanke looked at these two proud works of his and asked casually.

He and Norman Osborn are the real hatred and like-minded collaborators. Now that the revenge plan that has been arranged is about to be completed, they also have a bit of chatter.

"I don't have the physical fitness of ordinary people like you guys. I have been strengthened, and I will be more flexible when using a batwing aircraft... In addition, I prefer to call him a devil glider!"

Of course, part of the reason is that the devil glider is his own creation, and he has more confidence in that thing, and there is no need to explain this to Ivan Vanke.

Norman Osborn said without turning his head, stepped directly onto the high platform, completed the wearing of the steel armor with the help of the machine, and activated the demon glider.

Stepping on the demon glider and slowly rising into the air, Norman Osborn looked down at the armor: "This looks really good... Maybe, you can call me [Green Goblin] in the future!"

"Not a bad name... If that's the case, then you can also call me [Whip Cable]!"

Ivan Vanke, who also finished wearing the steel battle suit, flicked his hands, and two thick electric whips popped out, cutting the console into several pieces.

He raised his head to look at Norman Osborn in mid-air, and the voice came from the thick steel suit: "Tony Stark has been hooked...I will let him know the taste of revenge!"

"I also wish you a happy revenge!"

"Hahahahahaha! Good luck, let's push the enemy into hell together!"

With a sharp and distorted laugh coming from behind the Green Goblin mask, Norman Osborn stopped talking nonsense.

The devil glider under his feet accelerated violently, smashed through the factory window, and just sped away.