It was another sleepless night, and Stark slowly slowed down the Warframe, and finally the Warframe landed smoothly on the protruding platform outside Stark Tower.

"Oh my God!" Pepper, who walked up to the platform to greet Stark, looked in amazement at the armor parts that had been removed by the robot, which were covered with cratered bullet holes and crumbling paint, as well as blackened by the flames.

"What was that?"

"Well, don't worry, it's just an ordinary large-caliber machine gun! Right, Jarvis! Stark took the glass and gulped down the cold liquor.

"Yes, sir, it's just a very ordinary Russian-made heavy machine gun that can break an adult in two!" Jarvis said seriously.

"Shut up if you can't speak, Jarvis!" Stark looked at the little woman in his family, and sure enough, the other party's face was full of shock.

"Tony, in fact, I don't think we need to, we can donate more supplies............" Pepper's throat squirmed twice, and her voice became smaller and smaller, after Obadia's coolness, the person who knew Tony in the world was her, except for the old man who delivered the courier downstairs, but she also knew that Tony Stark would not listen to her, and all kinds of words could only be turned into a sentence to rest early.

"You too!" Stark watched Pepper leave with his glass in his hand, and then he let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the couch in shape.

"Jarvis, get the mirror!" After another glass of wine, Stark ripped open his collar and looked at his body in the mirror, black lines like earthworms clinging up the core of his chest, about to reach the place of his neck.

That's a symbol of palladium poisoning, when he was in Afghanistan, the core saved his life, but now, the core that saved his life has become a new hidden danger, the scrapped palladium core is constantly corroding his body, although he continues to take inhibitors, but the effect is constantly weakening, unless he can find a new element to replace, or stop using the steel suit, but how is that possible, how can Iron Man not have a suit?

"Jarvis, help me draft a contract!" Stark pondered for a long time, deciding that it was time to make some plans for the future.

"Also, Jarvis, make a list of the equipment we can use at the moment, I think it's time to think about building an intelligent army!"

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Louisiana

Parish of Taylorborn

The parish of Taylorborn is a nightmare for humans, but for wildlife it is a paradise because of its proximity to the Gulf of Mexico, where the moist water turns the land into a swamp where crocodiles, poisonous snakes and all kinds of poisons live, so no one dares to come here except scientists and biologists.

"Woo~~" A noise from a huge fan alarmed several crocodiles resting on the shore, these cold-blooded animals looked at the source of the noise with their long mouths, and then quickly swam into the water as if they had seen something terrifying.

It was not only the crocodiles that were alarmed, but all sorts of birds flew up from the reeds, and then they flew towards the monster that was running in the swamp, and began to soar in the wind behind the monster.

Four large fans made by Sikorsky rotated rapidly, and the continuous wind blowing on the cushions propelled the inland hovercraft through the swamp at speeds of up to 70 kilometers.

"We're coming! Say a word to those passengers! Inside the bridge of the hovercraft, the old captain with a large-brimmed hat and an unlit pipe looked at a building looming in the reeds in the distance and said to the herald behind him.

"Yes, sir!" The young herald saluted, then slid down the stairs on the right side of the bridge and through the narrow passage to the landing capsule of the hovercraft, where a dozen armed soldiers and two black suits were seated.

"Sir, we're coming!"

"Okay, all stand and check the prisoners!" The man in the black suit at the head got up, straightened his suit, and then followed the sailors to the bridge.

At this moment, the camp hidden in the swamp in the distance was very clear.

Blackwater Prison, that's the name of the facility, in the 80s, at the height of the Cold War, the CIA set up a secret prison here to hold spies from other countries, everything here is not officially recognized, and the prison is guarded by the CIA's own black team.

The hovercraft began to slow down, then slowly came to a halt on the platform outside the prison, and more than a dozen heavily armed black-clad soldiers with rifles rushed out and stood in front of the hovercraft's open landing hatch.

With the sound of Caracalla's chains, out of the shadows of the landing module came a tightly shackled middle-aged man, his neck and limbs held in place by long poles, the other end of which was held in the hands of armed soldiers.

"It doesn't look like Guantanamo!" The middle-aged man looked at his surroundings and squinted his eyes.

"Yes, welcome to Louisiana, miscellaneous, from now on, you will have to be accompanied by poisonous snakes and leeches, the pillow is a rat's nest, and the quilt is a poisonous snake, I hope you enjoy it here!" The black suit that escorted him replied as he checked the formalities with the prison guard.

"Maybe, but I have a hunch that I won't be here for long, you know?"

"Perhaps, if you want to escape from prison, then you need to swim twenty kilometers through the swamp first, but before that, I think electric shocks to barbed wire and the big sticks of the prison guards will be enough to change your mind!" The black suit came to the middle-aged man, and the saliva sprayed the other party's face without any concern.

The middle-aged man is none other than Jonah Allen, in fact, after the CIA arrested him, he was going to take this guy to Guantanamo Bay to interrogate the financier behind him, but on the same day he was transported back to the United States, a bounty appeared on the dark web to rescue him, and then the CIA convoy was almost hijacked.

After the CIA and Defense Department officials, who were blown up by the roadside bombs, consulted their superiors, they immediately diverted the route and sent this guy to Blackwater Prison, which was used to hold him in the dead anyway.

"By the way, pretty boy, give me a message to the boss behind you, it's not a good idea for you to let those monsters sleep obediently, you don't want to release them, someone will help you wake up all those big guys!" Seeing that the black suit was leaving, Alan stopped him and said with a smile.

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