The big noise specially made when Xingfeng left attracted all the security personnel, and also alarmed Obadi, who lived on the top floor.

When Obadi hurried to the president's office and saw the download page on the computer monitor that was not closed.

His face was suddenly gloomy, as if a storm was coming!

Realizing that the plan had been exposed, Obadi had to change his plan temporarily, took out his mobile phone again, and made several calls in a row.

There is only one intention!

That is, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the plan, he must completely remove this hidden danger as soon as possible, before the market gap is too late to leak.

When Obadi ended the call, he walked murderously to the basement of Stark Industries' headquarters, the secret 16th production area.

It was at this moment that the lightning storm against Stark began to brew and erupt.

……

Inside the villa with sea view!

"Ah, oh, oh, tap, little clumsy, I said you can take it off, you need to find the right way, you can't do it."

Stark had returned to the fully automated assembly table by this time, but the Mark 3 suit was under fire with howitzers, missiles, and bullets.

In addition, when directly hit by a howitzer, from a height of several hundred meters like a "kiss" of the earth.

Although the internal devices of the Mark 3 battle have not suffered any damage, many of the protective armor and connected parts on the outside have been deformed and stuck.

The fully automatic assembly table is just a fixed dead program, and in the face of these deformed and stuck connecting buckles, it is naturally impossible to work smoothly.

At this time, Xingfeng had already gone out to carry out the second step of the plan, and he was not in this villa, and Insen was alone in the face of the severely deformed Mark No. 3 suit, and he was helpless.

Therefore, Stark can only hand over the relieved job to the artificial intelligence program "Friday".

For this work of disarming the Mark suit, Friday has the data on all the Mark suits, and the removal is not a big deal.

It's just that the way it works, in Stark's words, is "little dumb hands".

To put it bluntly, it's a little violent!

Just as it did when it was responsible for fighting fires, it controlled six or seven robotic arms at the same time, and it was a wild pull on the Mark 3 suit.

Stark, who belongs to the category of Mark's No. 3 suit, is helpless and panicked in the face of this way of lifting the whole person being pulled around.

I don't know, I thought that the artificial intelligence was going to dismantle him on Friday.

"Sir, I'm sure I'll be able to take it off, please don't move." Friday doesn't care about Stark's yelling, remembers his duty, and serves Stark wholeheartedly.

"Hey, hey, little clumsy, it's not like I want to move, don't you know you're pulling me?" Stark shouted speechlessly.

"It's a normal way of relief, sir." Friday used two robotic arms to immobilize Stark's body and put his head down again.

"Stark, you don't look good, it's a blessing that you're back." Insen couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly when he looked at this set of Mark No. 3 suits that went out brightly and came back unrecognizable.

"It's just a small accident, I can definitely do better next time." Stark said nonchalantly.

At this time, Miss Persia, who was attracted by the sound of dingding in the underground garage, came to the underground garage in confusion.

“oh my god！ Tony, what's going on? Is that a bullet hole? ”

Looking at the Mark suit with most of the colors on the red lacquer suit, which had been ablated into burn marks, and was covered with various small holes, Miss Potts's face suddenly became flustered.

Miss Potts knew about the plan of the penal wind, but she did not expect that it would have such serious consequences.

"You've seen anything worse than this before, haven't you?" Stark was referring to the fact that he had a big hole in his chest after he had fled from Afghanistan.

"Tony, you know, I'm willing to do anything for you, but only if you can't have an accident, promise me that you must be careful and careful in the future, okay?"

Miss Potts was very confused and frightened, and knew that with Stark's current situation, it was impossible to stop him from going to fight, so she could only comfort herself with a verbal assurance.

"Okay, okay, I promise!" Stark could sense Miss Potts' concern and smiled and nodded.

"This may ...... And that's just the beginning! Insen, who ate a mouthful of dog food, although he did not participate in the battle, his instincts told him.

Torture's plan is only to lure out the black hand, in fact, the real battle has not yet begun.

"Coax-"

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air came from outside the underground garage passage.

Followed by!

A steel man with a body as black as ink, with a meter-long flow of energy gushing from his hands and feet, flew out of the passage and into the underground garage at high speed.

"Qiang~"

A dashing head swing tail, half a meter above the ground to close the propulsion system, smoothly landed on the ground.

And with the arrival of this robot, you interrupt the communication between the three of them.

"You're not bad at landing!" Seeing Xingfeng's smooth and handsome landing action, Stark did not hesitate to praise himself.

Just this simple landing in the air was enough to make Stark clearly realize that Xingfeng did have a few brushes, and the words that he claimed to be his teacher before were not bragging at all.

"Haha, it's okay, so-so, it's just ......." Xingfeng smiled and walked over to Stark, "You look a little bad, do you need my help?" ”

"Of course, this little fool is going to torture me crazy." Stark grumbled.

"I think you need to improve the disassembly system, otherwise it would be a bit bad if you had to do this every time."

Xing Feng made a suggestion, picked up a multi-function wrench from the tool table, and strode over in a sonorous manner wearing the Mark No. 4 battle suit.

"We've found a new problem, which sounds like good news." Stark accepted the suggestion of the situation.

"Alright, Friday, I'll take care of the rest, you can go to the side and rest first, and learn how I work by the way."

Xing Feng walked up to Stark, grabbed the shoulder of Mark's No. 3 suit with one hand, and lifted him directly off the assembly table.

"Bang~"

A piece of deformed protective armor was directly torn off by the violent force of the torture wind, and then the multi-function wrench was smoothly stuck on the fixing bolt, and the right leg part was lifted in a few easy clicks.

"Did you learn?"

Hearing Xingfeng's question, Friday shook his mechanical arm thoughtfully and replied, "Sir, I understand what to do." ”

I said...... Big man, are you sure you're not sabotaging, you're teaching little clumsies? ”

Stark was speechless about this violent demolition method, and Inson and Miss Potts, who were on the side, were also full of shame.

"Don't care about the details of the process, as long as you can achieve the ultimate goal, violence is sometimes the best way to deal with it, this is what I personally think is the best way to behave!" Ignoring the expressions of the three of them, Xing Feng opened his bow left and right and worked drastically.

Artificial intelligence Friday, who watched and studied carefully from the sidelines, seemed to understand the essence of the work and calculated its artificial intelligence program.

With a serious face that learns every day, he is in a good baby state, and he concentrates on learning on the side.