"Missiles are coming!" A steel soldier clung to Stark's six o'clock opened the magazine, threw two missiles, and flew towards Stark and Rhodes.

"Leave it to me!" Rhodes, who received the warning, activated the countermeasures system of his suit.

The magazine on the back of the war machine bounced open, and the two boxes of hot decoy bombs popped out like money, and the Celestial Maiden scattered flowers evenly sprinkled two light tracks in the sky, and then the two Sidewinder missiles gave up the vague heat signal in front of them, and instead crashed headlong into the nearest heat source to themselves.

"It's not bad, isn't it?" Rhodes said jokingly, and by the way, he controlled the cannon to volley several Iron Soldiers.

"It's ugly!" Stark didn't bother to bother with any aerodynamic shape and the like, anyway, he cared about that color, why did Rhodes choose silver and black, was it because he was black?

"Why don't you spray a big bussed playboy on your chest?" Stark turned, his palm cannon fired, and then the small magazine on his shoulder opened, firing a row of mini-missiles, and once again striking down a wave of approaching steel soldiers, and then he took Rhodes with a large dive, distancing himself from the rest of his pursuers.

"The rules of the Air Force have changed! The livery can't be too out of place! Rhodes pouted, he really wanted to draw a **Beyoncé or Taylor Swift on the shoulder armor, but because the regulations stipulated that he could not draw **, he could only quietly draw a small version of the war machine on it.

"Then squirt me love Stark again!" Tony said with a grin.

"Then I might as well write War Machines Super Handsome 12138!" Rhodes rolled his eyes angrily, everyone is a straight man of steel, why don't you write I love Rhodes on the Stark Building?

When the two of them were chatting and cleaning up the mobs in the air, the battle on the ground was almost out of control because of the American people who died.

At the beginning, in the face of missiles and shells flying overhead, everyone was scared and ran, but as Iron Man attracted hatred and began to start a bunch of robots that appeared out of nowhere and began to fight back, the American people who felt that they had no worries about their lives immediately stopped, took out their mobile phones and turned on the live broadcast.

In addition to these live broadcasters, there are also many guys who raise their middle fingers and scold at those steel soldiers, and even pick up the bits and pieces at their feet and smash them.

When these robots were designed, Justin thought about the possibility of punching the protesters, so Ivan Vanko managed it well, after he handed over the control to the system to deal with it himself, many steel soldiers showed their stun guns and fishing nets and shrinking sticks under their arms after they landed, and then suppressed the unlucky ones according to the plan.

"This!" Fisher, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but give Justin a thumbs up, in the end, he is a standard capitalist, and when the steel soldier pulls people with a big stick, he doesn't forget to put chicken soup for the soul, what is good for you, think about your parents, wife and children, 996 blessings to earn money to support your family, and serve the company wholeheartedly.

In short, a dozen steel soldiers put down dozens of well-dressed and successful people, plus some people in the back, and now these old brothers have covered their bleeding noses, mouths, or body injuries and wailed on the ground, and those steel soldiers continued their suppression, until they were beaten into a sieve with machine guns by the S.H.I.E.L.D. special operations team that arrived later.

Justin, who saw this scene next to the monitor, directly pumped over, the conscience of heaven and earth, when he designed this function, he only took into account the needs of the police department in the future, after all, there have been more and more strikes recently, and he is also catering to the market demand! But those who were beaten were not unemployed, the tickets to the fair cost hundreds of dollars, not to mention the tourists or something, as a result, these people were beaten as a mob, Justin can already think of how the media will comment on him in the future, although the capitalists are envious of Rockefeller's brutal suppression of striking workers, but no one in modern society really dares to do this! Now that he is in front of the camera, he is afraid that he will not be able to turn over in three hundred years! If the previous exchange of fire and loss of control only dug a grave for him, now the Iron Soldiers are covering him with dirt and shooting it very porcelain.

"Fark!"

Nick Fury, who was speechless watching the play, sighed, and then beckoned the agents who rushed to reinforcements to start helping, after all, these beaten guys are also American taxpayers.

"Head, we don't have enough manpower!"

"Then get someone to help, security, anyway, don't have any more casualties!"

"Yes, sir!" S.H.I.E.L.D. agents took the order.

"Wait, and, find Stark for me!"

After arranging the work, Nick Fury looked at the scattered steel parts at his feet, and picked up a piece at random, only to find that these parts were not only rough in workmanship, but also of low quality, and the protective effect was even worse than his bulletproof trench coat!

As soon as he thought that the funds he had secretly saved were cheated by unscrupulous capitalists, Nick Fury couldn't help but want to pull out his Glock and give that guy a shot, horse, for those funds, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s breakfast has changed from twenty-four dishes to twenty dishes, and I knew that it was better to place an order for the giant god, although Fisher raised the purchase price by four or five times every time he shouted about what cost overflow, rising prices, and the stock market plummeted, but at least the quality was okay, those exoskeletons and missile bazookas that were purchased before, the special combat team used it and said it was good.

Not to mention the kickbacks, Atlas's rebates are all given as a percentage of the procurement costs, and the rebates from Hammer Industries are not enough to repair half of the bunker's own material money.

It's all Stark's fault! Mama provoked Fakeman to think about it, if he didn't put Starkra on his chariot this time, he would be sorry for the money he spent before!

As for the suit or something, Fury also figured it out, that thing should be left in Stark's hands, if he really finds someone to mass produce it, not to mention the price, he is really not at ease about the quality! For example, these goods from Justin, Fury thinks that he can go to the San Fernando Valley to find a few black corn and use a little strength to pierce these thin pieces of iron, you might as well use engineering plastics to make them!

If Justin who fainted knew it, he would still cry, you are calling and carrying all kinds of demands every day, I have found a way to meet you are not satisfied, and now I dislike this disgust, you have the ability to make it yourself!

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