Cyborg

Capital of Morocco.Mobile terminal m..

Frankly speaking, this country with a population of tens of millions has been on the edge of the world most of the time. Not many people care where its capital is. But what happened today has made the world's attention fall on this small North African country. body.

In the presidential suite of the top hotel in Morocco, Stark, who was bruised and bruised, was wearing a black hoodie and sitting alone in the room. The open collar revealed the strange patterns and scratched bruises on his chest that had been corroded by the palladium element. .

Opposite Stark, stood his steel suit. The surface armor was almost completely destroyed, especially the arms and waist, which had neat deep scars. It was hard to imagine that this suit was completely made of super. A battle armor made of titanium alloy with extremely strong defense could actually be injured to this extent.

Stark's bright eyes rarely lost their sparkle. He was not seriously injured in today's attack, but this incident dealt a heavy blow to his mental level, and the scratch at this certain point on his body was heavy.

Today's enemy is not just a technical imitation. The Ark is the core of the steel suit, and the opponent actually completely copied the Ark reactor.

"You look down on the world."

Stark leaned on the sofa tiredly. The lights in the room were very dim, which reflected Stark's face even worse. If he was still healthy, he would never be afraid of challenges, but the problem was that he was already dead. , up to two months.

Perhaps, it can only last until he celebrates another birthday...

"I heard that you...were beaten up by someone today?"

The lights in the room suddenly brightened, and Zoro walked in and sat next to Stark. He had a special ability and could make the other person hate him with just one sentence.

Faced with this tooth-itching way of greeting, Stark turned his head coldly and snorted from his nostrils,

"Asshole Iron Head, do you want to fight?"

Zoro looked back at him, then tilted his head and said very seriously, "I have no interest in beating you right now! Look at how lost you are now, beating you? I have no interest in beating you at all."

This malicious answer made Stark snort. He turned away and ignored the snickering Zoro, but there was no doubt that the gloom in his heart was reduced a lot, and a complicated look flashed across his face.

"Solo, a new enemy has appeared..."

He murmured to himself, "Although the craftsmanship is very rough, he has completely copied my technology, which is very scary. Solo, if his technology is used by others, it is very likely to create a very powerful terror empire."

"Huh? It's none of my business. If anyone messes with me, punch him back!"

Zoro looked like it had nothing to do with him and sat lazily beside him.

The fact is, Solo and Stark are both smart people, so they can easily see the consequences of this attack.

At the military hearing two days ago, Stark played with many officials of the Ministry of Defense with an unscrupulous attitude, and then made a high-profile declaration to the media around the world, saying bluntly that the steel suit technology is ahead of its time. science and technology.

Iron Man will not be a threat, but will use his strength and Stark's spirit of selfless risk to win precious peace for the world.

Stark's declaration that day was reported by all major media, but just two days later, at a motor racing track in Morocco, Stark was severely slapped in the face by a whip cord that suddenly appeared.

Although Whip Rope failed, he pulled Iron Man down from the altar in embarrassment in front of the whole world, letting the people know that Iron Man was not that powerful and would be injured or even die. In just a few minutes, , Stark went from a national hero and the darling of the media to the target of criticism by everyone.

"But I am very interested in the guy who beat you! It's a pity that I was not there at the time, so I could only watch you being beaten from the live broadcast. By the way, don't you want to talk to him?"

Zoro went straight to the point. These words made Stark's mouth twitch, but the next moment, his expression immediately became subtle, and he pondered for a moment,

"That's right! I want to meet him."

……

At this moment, in the single cell of the police station, Ivan Vanke was lying on the hard bed, squinting at the ceiling above his head.

He is tall and burly, with rough skin and dark red complexion unique to Russians in extremely cold areas. His body is densely covered with Orthodox tattoos, and he is wearing a pair of dirty ripped jeans, with half of his body exposed.

If you just look at his appearance, this guy with a toothpick in his mouth looks like an alcoholic and violent guy on the streets of Russia. He really has nothing to do with physical scientists.

Although he was imprisoned and awaiting trial under the local laws of Morocco, Ivan's face did not look sad at all. Instead, he was in a very good mood, whistling in his mouth, whistling unknown tunes from the streets of Russia.

"Crack..."

There was a sound from the cell door, and the door opened. Ivan Vanke sat up and saw a man in black walking in. He was not tall, but he was very clean.

He has short black hair and a very friendly smile on his face, but this kind of eager smile with a hint of hypocrisy can easily make people think of some animals, such as "fox" or "jackal".

The man in black cheerfully took out a few brand-new banknotes from his arms and handed them to the guard who brought him in. The latter kissed the banknotes passionately, and then smiled humbly at the man in black with his yellow teeth grinning. He leaned out and walked out, closing the door.

"Mr. Ivan Anton, I am from Washington and I come here specifically for you."

The man smiled slightly and spoke impure Russian. He stretched out his hand. Ivan looked at the palm with neatly manicured nails. He raised his hands above his head with an indifferent expression on his face.

This made the man in black a little embarrassed, but the embarrassment was fleeting, and his hand turned to the other side.

"Well, let's get straight to the point! Mr. Anton, we have something to talk about."

Ivan did not refuse, but just sat on the bed with a meaningful smile on his face, looking at the man standing opposite and talking to himself.

"I know that your father, the physicist Mr. Anton Ivan, made a mistake not long ago! And you yourself also have great resentment towards Iron Man! But unfortunately, your current situation is obviously not satisfactory to you. .”

"What do you want me to do?"

Ivan Anton held the toothpick in his mouth, then looked up at him and asked in Russian. His squinted eyes opened slightly. It was obvious that the other party had completely mastered his information.

"I came to see you on behalf of an organization. Fortunately, you were chosen by the organization!"

The man in black's voice became serious and serious.

"There is a "big man" who really likes your performance today. He thinks that you still have a lot of potential in your knowledge... That is a real big man..."

"And I am responsible for recruiting people. As for that big shot, he comes from a place you can't even imagine, and you don't have to guess Jean's identity. He asked me to tell you that he can meet any request you make. "

Ivan Anton's interest was obviously aroused. He tilted his head and said with a smile, "Oh? So what do I need to do? Build a weapon for him to destroy the world?"

The man in black pursed his lips. He looked at Ivan Anton and said with a smile.

"What the organization needs from you has nothing to do with me. I'm only responsible for recruiting people."

After finishing speaking, the man in black took a deep breath, leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"Frankly speaking, your appearance surprised us. This is simply a gift from the Lord. You help us, and we provide you with the opportunity to defeat Stark head-on. Isn't this what you want? Let that person plagiarize your father The creative family paid a heavy price for him to kneel in front of you and cry bitterly in confession."

"It's a fair trade. You and I both like this exchange, don't we?"

The man in black's voice was sincere, giving people an unconscious feeling of wanting to be convinced.

Smiling reservedly, the man in black took half a step back, looked around the empty cell, nodded and said, "Besides, your current situation also requires our help. According to Moroccan law, you may end up in prison for the rest of your life. You Are you ready to waste the talents and knowledge your father gave you?"

Ivan's eyes trembled, and this emotional expression did not escape the eyes of the man in black. He whispered,

"You can't think about what kind of big shot wants you to be invited, but it doesn't matter. You just need to remember that he can meet any request you make, and luckily, you can also afford the payment. "

With a chuckle, the man in black turned and left gracefully. Before leaving, he turned to Ivan and said,

"First of all, as a token of our sincerity, I will send someone to get you out of this hellish place!"

"By the way, I have brought the little bird your father left behind and the equipment you left in Russia for you..."

"If you have any other needs, I will be happy to help you~"

The man in black bowed slightly politely, and then walked out of the cell door, his footsteps disappearing into the silent cell.

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