Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

The two were walking and chatting, so at this time, Stan and Arthur had already entered the front hall of the Stark Building. .

"The arc generator hasn't been removed yet?"

Arthur looked like he hadn't slept for days and nights, and nothing he saw was pleasing to his eyes. "Your company is already strong enough to miniaturize it."

"Yeah, in terms of practical value, we really don't need it anymore. But I think it has a strong commemorative significance for me." Stan put his hands behind his back and looked up at the huge arc generator. "After all, I was once used by it. Killed once."

Arthur gave Stan a sideways look.

"No one in this world wants Iron Man to disappear more than me." Stan spread his hands to show his honesty, "But he is back, and he is back with full of hatred. You and me, and the whole world shrouded in the night New York City, and even the entire United States, are his targets for revenge.

"The people's government is in crisis, and this crisis comes from the heroes who once protected them. Can you really remain indifferent to both public and private matters?"

"That will only happen if Iron Man really comes back." Arthur pointed out poignantly. "Just one or two explosions and a short video can't prove his existence. Even if he really comes back, we still have to Find out if he really betrayed all mankind."

"I didn't expect you to be a fan of Iron Man." Stan's smile gradually turned cold.

Arthur shrugged. "My son was a big fan until he died on the second snap. But we can't go around shooting at a source of danger we don't even know where it is. Stan, we can't open fire on people." .”

"I didn't ask you to open fire on the people. Besides, I don't believe you can't find him." Stan said, "Isn't it your specialty to find potential threats?"

"That requires surveillance cameras, not missiles."

"Our company also sells surveillance cameras. Besides, what happens after you find him in the surveillance camera? Do you think that just a handful of 16 can make him surrender?"

Arthur reached for the elevator button. Stan pressed it for him first.

"Stan, you have chased me from the lobby to the elevator. Can you please stop talking?" Arthur showed a helpless expression, "You should know who we really want to deal with. If you can develop Weapons that can protect the people from the snap of Thanos’ fingers, no matter how much it costs, we will only say one thing: buy it.”

Stan's hands dropped. "The snap of Thanos' fingers is a natural disaster."

"So you can resist it?"

"In the face of disasters, what we should do is early warning and avoidance. Just like we face tsunamis and hurricanes."

"So you can resist it?"

"Why do we have to have anal sex from the front? Could he really be able to snap his fingers a third time? Even if he did, only one-half of the people would die. Prepare clones and consciousness-maintaining measures in advance, and wait until the impact of the snap passes. Just fill the body with consciousness."

"So, can you resist it?"

"..."

The corners of Stan's mouth twitched.

"So... if you invest more in biology, you will gain something. After all, the current cloning and consciousness-maintaining technologies are still very primitive."

Arthur patted Stan on the shoulder and got into the elevator. "Go take care of the other guests. I'm going upstairs first."

"and many more!"

Stan blocked the elevator door, "Isn't there a plan to deal with Thanos? We are also cooperating with those in purple robes. But besides Thanos, there are other threats. Are you just..."

"We only care about Thanos." Arthur interrupted Stan, "As for those goddesses... God, let's not mention them, okay?"

The elevator doors closed in front of Stan.

Stan clenched his fists, his cheeks twitching.

After a while, Stan twisted his neck and walked in when the elevator came down.

Ding-dong-

The elevator reaches the designated floor.

The spacious ballroom is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. Here, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful night view of New York.

Guests gathered, and the atmosphere was as solemn as the entrance to the building.

There are also some reporters debugging equipment.

This is a press conference.

But in fact, this is also a funeral.

Stan's eyes found Arthur. He was talking to a woman whose behavior and appearance were clearly different from those of the others. Not long after, the woman burst into tears, and he comforted her softly, giving her a very reliable feeling.

That's a representative of the families of those killed in this morning's school attack.

Stan snorted and turned his gaze to another person who was out of place. I saw the young man with a slicked back hair and a suit that didn't fit very well. His eyes were staring at the telecommunications on the table, his eyes gleaming with hunger. There was a beautiful girl next to her who was trying hard to suppress her disgust.

"That...Mr. Stan?"

The secretary spoke carefully from behind. "The target has arrived at the designated place. In addition, he made a phone call outside on the way to the designated place. Because he used a passerby's mobile phone, we were not able to monitor the content of the call, but we have found out that he called Whoever he killed was the brother of the little girl who came here with Billy today."

"Go and find out why he made this call. I want to make sure my plan is foolproof."

Stan said coldly.

The secretary was ordered to leave.

Stan took the champagne from the tray held by the waiter and looked at the lights of New York City.

“Only care about Thanos?

"hehe.

"I will let you see the other enemies."

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"Exchange it with your hand."

The person opposite Song Fang said viciously, pointing the gun directly at Song Fang's chest.

In addition, there were four people who surrounded Song Fang and pointed guns at Song Fang.

"I need to see my grandma first."

Song Fang said.

"Stop, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up!" The masked man opposite tugged at his mask anxiously. His mask was probably borrowed from the set of "Django Unchained", "Otherwise...or I'll shoot!"

"Yes, otherwise we will shoot!"

His companion echoed.

Song Fang sighed.

These masked men were holding ordinary rifles. Recalling the feat of connecting the energy shield to the RG, Song Fang believed that there was a system in place, and even if five people shot at the same time, he should be able to hold on.

But he couldn't be sure that there wasn't a sixth person standing by his grandmother's side.

"Okay, which hand do you want?" Song Fang asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"..."

The masked man opposite Song Fangzheng - let's call him Masked Man A - made no movement.

Because his face was covered, Song Fang waited for a while before realizing that he was stunned.

After thinking for a while, a continued to shout: "Of course you have to break off your hand yourself! We want to make sure that you can't use your superpowers."

...This is a bit difficult.

Besides, whether he can use his "superpower" actually has nothing to do with whether his hands are on him or not. The navigator system was directly implanted into his body and integrated with him.

But Song Fang didn't need to tell these thugs about this kind of thing. The top priority was to find out the whereabouts of his grandmother as soon as possible while appeasing the other party.