The days when I was making trouble in American comics

A few days later, in the laboratory.

"Jarvis, please report the current completion progress of the armor, and also send me the monitoring summary of the past few days."

Standing up and looking at the great work that was about to be born in his hands, Tony shook his stiff arms, rubbed his itchy eyes with both hands because he had not been rested for a long time, and spoke to the air.

"Okay, sir. The third generation of Mark has basically been assembled. Compared with the second generation, we use lighter materials... except for the greaves and the most critical power source part." Artificial intelligence Jarvis said in his usual way The tone responded, "In addition, sir, the summary you requested has been sent to your computer..."

Hearing this, Tony turned on the computer and ignored Jarvis's health reminder. His eyes quickly passed through the lines of information, and finally stopped at the words "Freedom Fighters" and "Clear all Jericho missiles in the inventory." He yelled angrily, "Really Uncle Obadiah? Why? Falk! Stark Industries would be nothing without me!"

After a moment, Tony squinted his eyes and said to Jarvis, "After completing the assembly, I want to conduct experiments directly."

"Sir, I advise you not to do this."

"Jarvis, do you know why you have never been able to become a real human consciousness?" Tony said as he filled the Satellite Ark Reactor into the Mark III.

"Why? Sir, I can't understand it," Jarvis asked.

"Because you don't understand people at all, let alone a genius like mine." Putting on the hastily assembled Mark III, Tony staggered outside, then pointed at the built-in verification lens and shouted ,"start up!"

Swish!

Flames erupted from the feet of the red and gold armored man, and he soared into the sky, quickly rising into the air. At first, he looked a bit like a headless fly, but as time went by, Tony gradually became more proficient and hovered over the laboratory.

"Jarvis, check how much energy we still have." The pleasure of flying did not make Tony forgetful, he asked inside the steel armor.

"Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent is left...Sir, you have consumed almost no energy during this period."

"Then let's go! Jarvis, help me navigate to Afghanistan!" Tony put his arms by his side, the flames under his feet produced a huge thrust, and after finding the direction, he rushed out like an arrow. .

Half a day later, over Afghanistan.

Looking at the explosion of fire below, Tony showed a satisfied smile. He had personally wiped out the base of the terrorist organization that captured him, and he had also destroyed all the weapons produced by Stark Industries.

The next step is to solve the problem of Obadiah. Thinking of this, Tony has a headache. He doesn't know how to deal with this person who is his elder. You must know that it was Obadiah who helped his prodigal son turn back.

For this reason, Tony once treated Obadiah as his own relative.

Floating in the sky in confusion, Tony was ready to return the same way. Maybe he and Obadiah could sit down and have a frank talk, which would be good for everyone.

Just as he was thinking about things, Jarvis suddenly said, "Sir, there is a group of UFOs approaching you in front of you. They are very fast. They seem to be U.S. military fighter jets."

Opening the cannon in his hand, Tony fired a shot at the little black dots in the direction indicated by Jarvis, then accelerated and flew forward.

"The game has started? It's interesting, it's a fighter jet." Tony didn't recognize the specific model of the fighter jet, and the US military logo on it was automatically ignored by Tony. He smiled and continued to blast the artillery towards the back, without choosing to directly distance himself. Instead, he kept dodging the artillery and ammunition fired at him by the fighter jets behind him. He played this as a game that could accelerate the secretion of adrenaline.

On one of the fighter jets, the red-haired man in the back seat was a little impatient. His skin was dark, and the muscles under his combat uniform were bulging, giving people a fierce sense of oppression. "Soldier, open the cabin, you This is too slow!”

"Captain Afu, this is impossible. I will not risk my life. It is just a UFO. I suspect it is an unmanned fighter jet sent by other countries." The fighter pilot refused Afu sternly. Fu, as we all know, a fighter pilot is worth far more than a fighter jet. He can't just be killed by this cronies sent by General Ross.

Ah!

Ah Fu laughed evilly, used one hand to lift the roof of the cabin, and stepped heavily on the fighter jet regardless of the horrified eyes in the front row!

The fighter suddenly became unbalanced and sank, like a flying butterfly. The figure of the fighter pilot was ejected. He was about to parachute to survive.

On the other side, the whistling wind was noisy in his ears, and Ah Fu rushed toward the golden-red figure in front of him, as if a missile with amazing power hit Tony directly.

The moment the two sides came into contact, Ah Fu's blue-black ghost-like muscles began to swell, and his body size also grew larger. Before the uniform burned in the air, he had already burst it, leaving only A pair of wide pants made of special material.

"Is it fun? This game."

"Fake! What kind of monster is this!" Tony was held down with a strong force, and pain came from his chest. Only then did he realize in horror that the UFO that attacked and captured him was a humanoid monster, which looked just like It was exactly the same as the military black giant he had seen in Harlem, Manhattan, New York.

And that day he witnessed the battle of these monsters with his own eyes.

No, when he thought that this was a fighter jet of the US military, Tony knew that something was wrong and he was in trouble, but he did not sit still and wait for death. In an instant, he asked Jarvis to increase the energy output to the maximum, hoping to drive at high speed. state to get rid of the other party.

A moment later, in the Afghan desert, a fiery red meteor roared to the ground.

Suddenly, a piece of sand sank.

"Sir, 26% of the body is damaged, please pay attention..."

Bang!

Beams of energy cannons shot out from Tony's palm, blasting towards the terrifying figure opposite.

Ah Fu looked clumsy but actually dodged flexibly. He didn't have the bad habit of resisting these things, and then punched Tony.

"Goodbye, you stupid fool with no power!" Tony suddenly lifted into the air, triumphantly facing the ground, and prepared to return, but a heavy feeling came from below, "Fake!"

blow!

The sea of ​​sand stirred up waves, and Ah Fu jumped tens of feet high. The huge force exploded in the air. He grabbed Tony's leg armor and squeezed the booster part hard.