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"What is this? A biochemical weapon?" Brock quickly searched out all the available weapons from the little yellow man, armed himself, and handed Tony a small submachine gun/gun.

Tony frowned, thought for a while, and said, "It's called the Immortal Virus, a microelectronic artificial intelligence. It was originally used to destroy data, but in the end it got out of control and hurt people. It just escaped from prison a few days ago. Very sensitive to energy."

During the tens of seconds of speaking, the undead virus has already screamed and rushed forward.

Brock had a gun in one hand, and poured bullets at it, but he could only slightly block the monster's footsteps. Tony's palm cannon had a greater effect.

But after 1 minute, the monster had approached to a distance of about ten meters from them, and the screams of the Stark Tower staff came from behind,

Brock backed up while protecting Tony, and asked while changing magazines, "How do you deal with this thing?"

Tony glanced at him with pity, and gloated: "Run, you can't beat it, it's useless for a bullet to hit the undead virus, it can absorb energy, including the shock wave and heat energy generated by the explosion."

Brock said miserly: "Fuck, I didn't say it earlier, I fed it so many guns for nothing."

The aiming system of the undead virus turned on the close-range full-scan mode, and the processor quickly locked on its target—the blue shimmering light on Tony Stark's chest.

The giant red worm quickly climbed up the wall, and there was a click in its mouth.

"The energy signal of the Ark has been locked, please instruct."

"start to act."

The four-meter-long undead virus squirmed, its barbed legs hooked the wall on its back, its front body shrank inward, and then it jumped out like a spring, pounced on Tony.

Just as Tony was about to back up, he tripped over a high-heeled shoe thrown on the ground by someone who didn't know. He fell backwards and was about to land on the back of his head and suffer a concussion.

Suddenly a strong hand was around his waist, pulling him behind him. Bullock stood in front of Tony, raised his hands, and stuffed the troubled baseball bat vertically into the bug's mouth.

"Let's go!" Bullock took advantage of the bug's mouth being pried open and couldn't close it for a while, and started running downstairs with Tony.

"I remembered! Today I sent three battle armors from the Avengers Building here for overhaul!" Tony said while running, "It should still be in the underground warehouse and has not been transported to the laboratory!"

Brock stopped, crossed his arm to use it as a gun stock, and shot backwards with a steady expression. The minion's metal helmet was bulletproof, and each of his bullets went into the heart.

The yellow uniform couldn't stop the momentum of the bullet exploding in his body, and the shattered internal organs were presented straight in front of Tony, which made him feel a little nauseous.

"Then let's go to the underground warehouse, put on your battle armor, and the rest will be easy to deal with," Brock temporarily dealt with the pursuers, and picked up a few bombs/bombs from the corpse.

Tony shook his head. "Sending them in means they're broken and can't be used now, sweetheart."

Bullock choked: "Can you finish speaking in one sitting?"

Tony stared at the dead fish eyes, pretending to be surprised, and put his hands on his chest and pretended to say: "AIM has been coveting my armor, this time it must be trying to take away the Ark reactor and armor on my chest! We can't let them succeed! What should we do? I feel like a helpless and scared girl lost in a rainy night!"

"Where's the bodyguard of Stark Tower? Where's the defense system?" Bullock was exhausted physically and mentally.

Tony: "Remind you, this is just an office of the Stark Group. I just happened to be here today. I didn't even bring Jarvis with me. It's usually Harpy who is in charge of security. Who knows where he went to play. Oh , Poor Happy, he may have been sent to kindergarten by his mother for an afternoon nap."

Brock wants to leave the unreliable benefactor and run away.

Tony Big Shit, you can do it!It's your own company!Why the hell can't you serve dim sum? !

It's making money every day here, okay?

Brock was heartbroken.

The mouth and heart complained non-stop, and the two ran down without stopping, jumping like dogs and jumping all the way, and pigs rushed forward.

The ordinary employees of the entire building seemed to have been driven to the twelfth floor by AIM's minions, where they piled human burgers densely in the lobby, guarded by thirty armed men.

It seems that AIM has no intention of killing people for the time being.

Running down from the 22nd floor, the two lay down in the bathroom on the [-]th floor, discussing whether to go down.

"Didn't you say that the bug absorbs energy and can lock you? If we don't move, we will be discovered by it soon." Brock squatted on the closed toilet lid, fiddled with the communicator on his wrist, trying to communicate with Get in touch with the outside world.

"But if you want to go out, you must pass the twelve floors in the middle of the building," Tony refused to budge. "My employees are all there."

If they were stopped there, forced to fight AIM's minions and the undead virus, with a staff density of twelve floors, they would definitely be injured.

The two looked at each other, unable to think of anything to do.

Tony rubbed the center of his brows, and while turning on the phone that had completely lost signal, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I have a way of breaking through their communication silence."

Bullock put the snatched dagger in his waist, raised his eyes and asked, "What can I do?"

Tony looked at him haughtily at first, then his eyes became very pitiful, and finally he asked kindly: "Are you sure you want to listen? Because you can't listen to those principles and formulas 100% Understand."

Brock was struck by Stark's thoughtfulness and kindness.

"What? Believed in religion? The Lord needs you to do good deeds every day?"

Actually gave up the chance to gang/rape his IQ?

Tony rolled his eyes impatiently, and explained to the big-chested and brainless S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in front of him: "Give me a computer and 5 minutes, and I can crack their ridiculous information blocking technology and send information to the outside world." Summon armor. Please! They actually used this kind of clumsy technology to display in front of me?? Believe it or not, I dug out the bottom of their coffins along the network cable!"

Although the two of them were squeezed into a toilet cubicle that was less than two square meters, Brock had to admit that Tony's confident look was really pleasing to the eye, and his caramel brown eyes were shining brightly.

"Okay, where's the computer here?" Bullock jumped off the toilet.

Tony touched his nose and said, "I don't know...there should be computers everywhere."

......

By the time the two found a computer that hadn't been damaged by AIM, 15 minutes had passed since AIM broke into Stark Tower.

This is a notebook, hidden in a cabinet in a supervisor's office, it should be his personal computer, on the desktop is a bikini photo of a woman at the beach.

As for those office computers and high-end computers in the laboratory, after copying the information inside, AIM took a gun and shot the host computer to pieces.

Holding the notebook in his hands, Tony tapped the keyboard quickly with both hands, lines of blue code reflected in his eyes.

There was a sound like fingernails scratching the floor outside the door, and the people listening to it were disturbed. Bullock blocked the door and glanced at his watch.

Four and a half minutes to the time Tony requested.

Brock raised his foot, the half-dried blood on the upper sole of the boot was sticky and sticky, and it would make a creaking sound when he walked on the ground. He rubbed against the door frame, looking at the undead virus and the five people behind it. Six AIM armed men approached with guns pointed.

The dark-haired man glanced back at Tony, and slammed the door shut.

He took a few steps back, ran forward in a zigzag shape, avoided the incoming bullets, jumped up, and stepped on the raised head of the undead virus.

"squeak!"

The giant red worm was crushed to the ground by the huge momentum, and writhed angrily. Its transparent body was like floating blood. It let out a young and tiny scream. A few of its legs were broken, but more began to grow wildly. , bent towards the sky, and stabbed fiercely at Bullock on his back!

Bullock's waist exerted strength, and he rolled off of it neatly, rolling towards the yellow uniforms behind the undead virus.

His muscular body exploded at a speed close to the human limit.

Before the six AIM combatants standing in the font shape could react, a light hand was on their waists and they were about to go away.

Brock walked through their formation, standing quietly behind them.

Several people were ready to fight a tough battle, and now they were lifted up high and put down gently, they couldn't help but look at each other, and the hairs on their backs stood on end.

A person touched his waist and widened his eyes.

"what!"

The next moment, the undead virus suddenly crawled towards his own people.

Its flailing legs bound the minions tightly, and its jointless mouth opened wide and closed tightly again.

Several half bodies fell out of its mouth, and the leader only had buttocks and legs left, kneeling on the ground, intestines drooping, spine torn into countless small pieces, sprayed on the ground by the undead virus.

The bombs/bombs Brock placed on them worked.

Based on the information and reality given by Tony, he infers that the undead virus can absorb all kinds of energy. He originally thought that a few bombs/bombs that were about to explode could delay the time.

But I didn't expect that although this bug is called "artificial intelligence", it is actually an "artificial idiot" out of ten.

Right in the middle.

Bullock stretched out his legs and kicked the kneeling corpse down, suddenly thinking.

What will it be like when I die?

He walked around the undead virus with a cold expression, watching the bomb/bomb swallowed by it explode with a bang, and the yellow sparks rushed across the red worm body, which was a bit gorgeous.

The bug rolled on the ground like a baby, let out a satisfied moan, and began to eat the remaining bombs/bombs.

Two and a half minutes to the time Tony requested.

More than a dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. security vehicles were blocked on the side of the street 500 meters away. Coulson sighed as he saw the yellow warning sign stuck vertically on the ground in front of him, representing "the road ahead is collapsing".