At a café on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C., it seems like a very ordinary breakfast time, but there are only two people sitting in the corner of the restaurant, and if you turn your attention to the Chevrolet Cruze parked outside the restaurant and a black-clad bodyguard in a black suit and a carbine, you may be able to understand why there are so few people at this restaurant.

"Damn, how did these media become like this!"

Fisher, who was reading the newspaper, was grumbling in dissatisfaction.

"To tell a joke, the media people in the world of capital are fair and just!"

An old man sitting across the small round table elegantly cut the omelette on his plate, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and then picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"So, Congress is ready for Stark's new toy!" Fisher closed the newspaper, and then a beautiful waitress in a little black dress and a small suit uniform came over with a breakfast, and carefully placed the tray on the table.

"Thank you!" Fisher nodded to the waitress in thanks, then picked up his knife and fork and cut the steak and eggs on his plate.

"Isn't Atlas interested in that thing?" The old man smiled and took a sip of the coffee on the table.

"Interested, just interested, my subordinates don't need to wear that thing to keep peace all over the world, heavy exoskeletons and heavy armor are enough!"

"It's a pity, speaking of which, I want them to give you this year's award!"

"Clam, that award, forget it, I don't even want the Nobel Peace Prize, and besides, you award it to Tony Stark every year, doesn't the other party still not come every year?" Fisher swallowed his food and took another sip of milk.

"I think this hearing you're going to do is cool, that suit can only be called Iron Man if it is combined with Stark!"

"It's better to teach those guys who want to climb up all day a lesson, you know, it's that Stern who is leading the way this time!"

"I guessed it, by the way, Mr. Speaker, Mother Christmas told you to go to Long Island, and we spent it together as a family!"

"Okay, I'll put on Catherine and Abigail and go over with me then!" The old man took out his wallet, put down the food money and tips on the table, then patted Fisher on the shoulder, and then got into the Chevrolet under the escort of the bodyguards.

To tell another joke, capitalist society does not talk about human feelings.

Having an uncle who is the Speaker of the House of Representatives has invisibly avoided a lot of trouble for Fisher, and at the same time, he can see a lot of jokes, such as this time, the House of Representatives is going to hold a hearing on the Stark Warframe.

Fisher estimates that this may also be because Stark has been too popular recently, since the Hulk incident and the monster attack saved a lot of people, Stark's fans have skyrocketed, of course, most of them are female fans and children, young people, especially the social animals who are 996 every day, can only envy their mobile phones when they commute to and from work, and then say that they can be heroes if they have a Taiwan armor.

Ordinary people can only drool with envy, but the military is different from some institutions, they want to get the actual machine and experience it for themselves.

"Not for sale!" Stark's attitude is also very clear, the steel suit is not for sale, how far you guys roll!

Stark's attitude made a certain black leader of some organization and his masked friends behind his back unhappy, you Stark started selling arms from your father, and now you say you don't sell? Table of the archway?

In addition, Fisher's exoskeleton was sold everywhere before, and a small-scale arms race in various countries also began, and a bunch of countries on the United States' own blacklist also began to tinker with exoskeletons, hoping to come up with similar samples, and the US military, which must be ahead in everything, was also anxious.

"It's Mr. Fisher, isn't it?"

Fisher, who had finished breakfast, was about to go to the airport with a newspaper rolled up in his suit when a black Bentley pulled up in front of him, and then a well-dressed beast in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone wants to see you!"

"Huh!" Fisher lifted his suit and put it on his shoulder, since he served, no one dared to talk to him like this, why, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and wearing a suit, he became a master?

"Nope!" Fisher casually folded the newspaper and stuffed it into the trash can on the side, turned around and left, only to stop Bentley with a few men in suits.

"Mr. Fisher, our boss is sincere and wants to meet you, please don't be ignorant!"

“ ！” The man in the suit responded with Fisher's middle finger.

"Stop him!" Several men in suits were about to surround Fisher, when a police car drove up from the corner.

"Mr. Fisher, do you need help?" The officer, who was five big and three thick, stepped out of the car with the 5 submachine gun on his chest.

"I suspect that these guys are smelting copper, aluminum, and silver, and handed them over to you, officer!" Fisher patted the face of the gold-rimmed glasses, then shook the officer's hand, and then left the scene, leaving only four or five officers with weapons slowly approaching the guys.

"Don't panic, our boss is Mr. Justin!" The man with gold wire glasses was still pretending to be calm, and he walked up to the police and put on a haughty posture.

"My boss is ......"

"Bump!" Oncoming was an all-iron submachine gun butt.

"This is, baby, here you can scold the president, but you can't mess with that gentleman!" The sheriff bared a mouthful of white teeth, "Now, you'd better pray that those black guys in the prison don't like you little white faces!" ”

"Our boss is ............ Justin Hammer, you can't eat and walk around! ”

"Justin Hammer?" The sheriff smiled, "Sorry, our boss is the federal government!" ”

Justin probably didn't expect that his stinky problem in New York was also contagious to his subordinates, and his initial idea was that his subordinates very politely invited Fisher to his private jet, and then the two had an in-depth conversation about Stark's armor, and finally Fisher was moved by his sincerity, and the two reached a consensus.

It's just that Hammer, who was waiting left and right at the airport, didn't wait for his men to arrive, but saw that on the runway on the other side of the airport, the 17 transport plane transformed by the giant god rose into the sky.

Then he received a call from the Washington Police Department.

"What, didn't I let them invite people, why did I invite me to prison, and I also committed the crime of smelting copper and aluminum and selling silver?" Justin suddenly felt as if something wasn't quite right!

"Damn it, these guys!"

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