Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

As more videos of Tony in Afghanistan were exposed, people around the world began to speculate on "its" identity.

Among them, the people in New York are the most enthusiastic and have given it many outrageous nicknames: Iron Man, Steel Man, Iron Man, and many other outrageous nicknames.

For a time, there was quite a frenzy on the Internet.

This makes Lak very happy, and now his biggest hobby every day is to use these titles to ridicule Tony.

Paired with the sand sculpture sentences learned in the previous life, the phone calls always end in someone's roar.

Tony's sassy character is unbearable.

On this day, the scene of Stark Group's new product launch conference.

The guests gathered, the media was countless, and the scene was crowded with people.

Rucker was sitting in the first row holding his mobile phone, and Winston was also there.

As the host said "Mr. Tony Stark, please", passionate rock music sounded on the stage.

In the center of the stage, a gold and red ring slowly rises.

Pressing his hand on the screen, Lark's smile instantly froze, right?

“Allyouantamanofthestreet…”

"Look, what is that?"

"...Iron Man, it's Iron Man, ah, I'm dead."

"Shit, Iron Man! Iron Man! Iron Man!"

The crowd boiled up, all kinds of weird nicknames kept coming, as if they were at the concert scene.

Boom!

Tony landed on the ring, and after a fancy mockery, he said that sentence:

"I'm Iron Man."

As expected of you, Tony!

The scene is very well managed.

Lark followed the crowd in applause.

Adhering to the concept of dressing 13 to the end.Tony completed the entire press conference wearing a battle armor, and by the way acted as a wave of spokespersons.

After a month of advertising warm-up, the press conference was over, and the store was almost crowded by crazy crowds the moment it went on sale.

This happened to several shops in a row, and Hailsen, who was in charge of driving, couldn't help but flatter him: "The boss is really amazing, you've got everything right."

"Indeed, the people below reported that all the stores in New York are full of people, and traffic jams have already occurred in many places." Winston was more reserved. He was swiping the screen, and several of them were about mobile phones.

"Haha, I just stood on the shoulders of giants and took two less detours."

Lak's old face turned red, but fortunately he had been under too much sun lately so he couldn't see it clearly.

Even if he just copied mobile phones, he also grabbed some news media-oriented software such as a certain news channel, a certain Facebook, etc. It was really shameless.

The car moved forward, the traffic was gradually congested, and it could only drive at a slow speed, and the sound of sudden braking was endless.

When I entered Manhattan, I simply lay down, traffic was paralyzed, and there were long queues of vehicles.

Lak looked around and asked, "What's going on outside, there's no specialty store here."

"Let me ask." Winston took out his mobile phone and sent a text message twice. It didn't take long for him to receive a reply.

"Boss, my subordinates say that the front is blocked by the military."

"Blocked? For what reason?"

The military blocked the streets, and in a place like Manhattan, you have to give a reason to prevaricate, otherwise the group of Wall Street masters will rebel in minutes.

Winston narrowed his eyes: "It is said that the biochemical weapon leaked."

"Ha ha."

Trivial excuse.

"Then wait a little longer. At worst, I'll walk back later. It's not far from the hotel."

"Ah."

Lak lay back, leaning on the seat, and just opened the panel, his eyebrows twitched.

The birds around the hotel brought intelligence, and dark shadows appeared.

As soon as the military sealed off the scene, you showed up. Aren't you afraid of being exposed?

"Winston, you don't have to wait for me when you go back on your own."

Although he was confused, Winston didn't ask any more questions and just said: Be careful.

Lak pushed open the car door, walked through the traffic, found a deserted alley, changed into a ninja costume, and took out the Taidao from the space and tied it behind his back.

He walked to the water stains on the ground and took a photo. He was covered in pitch black with a hood on his head, and his face was wrapped, only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed.

"Bacheng, as long as you are careful, you will have no problem deceiving ordinary people."

Lark sensed the bird's location and found that the ninja was still in the alley around the hotel.

well.

He pressed his ear: "Jarvis, old rules."

"Got it, leave the monitoring to me."

Turning on the scanner with an energy value of 5, Lark checked the direction and turned to the next alley.

It's not far from the hotel and he knows the roads around it.

Lak ran at high speed with the Taidao on his back, flying over eaves and walls, and climbing over walls when encountering walls. With his current physical fitness, these movements were easy to do.

Through this period of training, Luck has roughly understood the scope of "body strengthening".

He is improving in all aspects, including strength, speed, flexibility, neurological reaction ability, etc.

There are no shortcomings.

……

The sun went down, the neon lights on the street lit up, and New York officially opened the mode of the city that never sleeps.

At a glance, there was no one in this alley.

The dim street lights flickered from time to time, and the garbage bins piled at both ends emitted a stench that made people want to vomit.

No bugs flying around.

A faint hum echoed in the night, which could not be heard without paying attention.

"Snapped!"

The street lights went out completely.

There was a glimmer of light under the dustbin.

A gray mouse ran into the alley along the base of the wall, its nose twitched twice, it screamed, then it lay down and twisted its buttocks to squeeze into the gap.

"Snapped!"

The mouse was nailed to the wall, and the light in its eyes gradually faded.

There was a kunai stuck in his head.

The ninja in red took back Kunai and stuck it in his waist.

In front of him was a pit half-sunken into the wall, with gravel and dirt piled aside.

A black-clothed ninja with a long knife on his back inserted the cylindrical device in his hand into the ground, and the device continued to spew out mud with a slight hum.

Repeatedly, when the soil was about to fill the deep pit, the ninja in red took off the equipment, took out a small metal ball from his arms, and put it into the circular hole.

Silver thread is attached to the hand.

Outside the alley, Lark turned off the panel and ran to the trash can.

"Discovered mysterious energy: distance: 90 meters, intensity: 1"

"Distance: 93 meters, intensity: 1"

“Dang, bang, bang… bang!”

The metal ball hit the bottom, and the two ninjas looked at each other. The red one pulled the thread, but he didn't want the black one to hold his hand.

The scarlet eyes looked outside, and the ears moved slightly.

"Puff, puff."

"boom!"

Lark kicked the trash can away, but he didn't want two cold rays of light to hit his face.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

Lak's pupils shrank suddenly, so fast!

Due to the angle, the two ninjas jumped up high, and when the sword was approaching, Lark directly charged into him savagely.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The two ninjas' eyes bulged, and they were hit against the wall with two "puff" sounds. They slid down into the pit, and their long knives buzzed at their feet.

Lark was not spared and fell into the pit with a "plop". The position where he was standing just now was originally on the edge.

"puff."

The two ninjas rubbed their chests, stood up staggeringly, and stood in front of the circular hole.

There were three people standing in a deep pit with a diameter of two meters. Their swords were shining brightly. With their arms straightened out, the sharp blades could be placed directly on each other's necks.

The knives made a crisp clang when they touched each other.

As we all know, the ninjas of Shuhehui cannot speak. In order to fully play this role, Lak also imitates them to pretend to be dumb.

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