Brazil

A small village in the Amazon rainforest

Obadiah walked out of the cabin he had built with his upper body bare, as an old man in his sixties, it was rare to have a toned body, and Obadiah was such a person.

Randomly taking a coconut piled up next to the room, Obadiah took a knife and peeled the coconut into only the white skin, and then smashed it down with a punch, and the coconut was slammed open.

Grunting, gulping down the coconut water, Obadiah wiped a handful of beards stuck to the water stains, quite a bit of Liangshan's heroic demeanor.

Throwing the finished coconut shells into the grass on the side, Obadiah looked at his phone, which showed an unknown message.

M: Are you serious about your offer?

"This miser!" Seeing the news, Obadiah snorted disdainfully, then walked to the other wooden room and opened the door with force.

After the dust cleared, Obadiah walked into the room and held up his phone as he looked at the humanoid object wrapped in a tarpaulin under two hydraulic pillars in the center of the house.

After sending a few photos to the past, the phone buzzed, and another unknown message popped up.

M: I want to see the goods, and if it's okay, you'll get what you want!

"These French bastards!" Obadiah looked at the news and scolded, he was a big name, Tiger fell Pingyang was bullied by dogs, put it in the past, and those who dared to talk to him like this, there were only a few thousand people in the whole United States.

I, bear with it!

Obadiah also suffered when he was a child, born in the war years, he was very bold to go to the war zone during the Vietnam War to ask soldiers for the advice of the weapons of Stark Industries, so attentive to the work attitude was naturally appreciated by Stark's father, the two made Stark Industries bigger and stronger, so even if he now lives in a dilapidated house in the Amazon, Obadiah is still not discouraged, as long as he finds an opportunity, he can immediately turn over.

Paris, France

James Macallan was lying on his soft boss chair humming the community, and the mobile phone in his hand vibrated from time to time, but Macallan didn't pay attention to it, but reached out to the female secretary squatting under the chair.

"Awesome~" patted the female secretary's face to show encouragement, then McAllan picked up the phone, swiped to unlock it, and then several pictures of the Mark 1 armor jumped out, along with a few messages.

S: This is my chip

Looking at the news, The Macallan let out a smug laugh.

Then he sent a message as well.

Address, I'll send someone to pick you up!

After a few seconds, a string of latitudes and longitudes jumped out.

After copying and pasting the address into the browser, The Macallan found that the address was in South America.

"Anna, you and the White Ghost go to this place to pick up someone, remember, be polite, this is our big baby!" After confirming the address, McCarron picked up his phone and dialed another number to go out.

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Amazon

After confirming that the other party would come to pick him up, Obadiah sighed, in the past, he used to be dismissive of a beam-jumping clown like James McCarron, but now, in order to take revenge, he had to turn to this guy's strength, what? Why didn't Obadiah pick Justin Hammer? Obadiah dared to pack the ticket, Justin Hammer would immediately take the FBI to arrest him after receiving his call, and then bring Mark to his company, saying that this thing was developed by him, and he had been fighting with Justin Hammer for more than ten years, to put it mildly, Justin Hammer pouted his butt, Obadiah knew what shit he was going to pull, capitalists, especially the kind of people who looked kind on the surface, were the most unbelievable, even if they cooperated with James Macallan, Obadiah also kept a hand.

"Whoosh!" A wind whistle that was different from the movement of the rainforest reached Obadia's ears, and Obadia, who was very familiar with the engine, could not tell what type of engine it was, but he was sure that the engine must be ion-propelled.

The treetops shook more and more rapidly, and Obadiah saw a streamlined UFO whizzing over his small dilapidated house.

"Looks like I'm underestimating The Macallan!" Obadiah frowned, just subconsciously thinking about how Stark Industries should respond, and then he realized that he was no longer in Stark Industries.

With a self-deprecating smile, Obadiah walked over to the slowly descending aircraft.

"You're Mr. S?" A hatch opens on the side of the aircraft, a row of ladders is lowered, and then a beautiful black woman in a fur coat jumps out of the aircraft with her boots.

"Yes, it's me!" Obadiah looked at the beautiful woman who was struggling to pull her boots out of the mud, and suddenly wondered if she had made the right choice.

"Huh!" The brunette struggled a few times and couldn't pull her shoes out, and she was too embarrassed to ask Obadiah to help, so she had to let her companions come over.

"White Ghost!"

A white figure flew out of the hatch, and after a nimble harrier rolled over in the air, he also stepped into the mud, but he was fast enough to jump out before he sank.

"Pull me out!" The black-haired beauty glared and stretched out her hand to the man in white.

By the time the two of them struggled out of the mud, Obadiah had already pulled Mark One's prototype out of the house.

"I'm Anna, this is the White Ghost, welcome to The Macallan Group!" The black-haired beauty touched a handful of mud, showed an ugly smile, and pointed to the Asian man in white who was wiping the mud on the other side.

"Let's go!" Obadiah nodded, indicating that he understood.

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Fisher doesn't know that because of his butterfly, Marvel's plot has begun to collapse, but even if he knows, he doesn't care, although his current strength is not enough to become a world hegemon, but it is still possible to wash the world with missiles, it's a big deal, let's flip the table, everyone don't play!

"Why are you staring at this cup?" Kate looked at Fisher, who had been motionless for almost half an hour, with some curiosity.

"I'm trying to make this thing float!" Fisher was still staring at the cup.

After returning from Mars, he didn't pay much attention to his star torch, so he didn't expect that his upgrade on Mars also made him have two more ways to use psionic energy in his mind, no, to be exact, there are two ways to cast spells, the first is telekinesis, you must know that in 40k, the psyker who can use telekinesis may not necessarily be strong, but the strong must use telekinesis, a psyker of the Astral Army can use telekinesis to lift a Riemanrus tank weighing dozens of tons with telekinesis, or use an invisible giant hand to slap the opponent to pieces, And the more powerful psykers, such as the drag racer's, can also be fast, he can create an invisible shield that blocks dozens of explosive bombs with one finger, and can also poke the high-speed incoming star marines into the marble sculpture to make the other party unable to move, of course, there are more powerful, but these Fisher are far from reaching, his current level is not even qualified for the astral army, and to die is to be the life of pdf, after all, he has not even mastered the use of telekinesis, so he can only use his strength blindly.

"It's not going to the toilet, no matter how much you hold it, you won't let the cup float, at most a few farts!" Kate said angrily, "If you have this kung fu, you might as well help me look at the report!" ”

"No, there's a second one!" Fisher came out with a fruit knife from the dining room and slashed it in his own hand as Kate watched in bewilderment.

"You're crazy! I'm going to get the medical kit! Kate was so frightened that she immediately turned away, but was stopped by Fisher.

"Don't worry, look at this!" Fisher's right hand slowly covered the wound, scratching the skin little by little, leaving the place where his fingers had grazed intact.

"Where did you learn this magic?"

"No, it's not magic!" Fisher picked up the knife, it was still stained with his own blood, yes, this was the second ability Fisher obtained, healing, but the limit of this ability was there, and he hadn't tried it yet.

"I still can't believe it!"

"Trust me, in a few years, you'll find something even more amazing!" Fisher is not worried about whether Kate will leak secrets, the two have known each other for more than ten years, three years on the battlefield, Fisher even saved Kate's life, according to Kate's words, from the moment Fisher rescued her from the destroyer that was torpedoed, she already belonged to Fisher.

"And what is this, magic? Or what genetic mutation? ”

"I call it psionic power, and while it has similarities to magic, the source of its power is completely different!"

"And what kind of psionic ability can only heal your scars?"

"No, there are a lot of functions, but my strength can only do this!"

"So, can I have this kind of psionic power?"

"Theoretically, it should work!" Fisher thought about it, it stands to reason that the two of them have snapped many times, and Kate should have been transformed by the force, but now it seems that there is no reaction, shouldn't it be time to increase the effort?

"Maybe I'll have something to do in a while!"

"Then I'd better go and read the report!" When Kate turned around, her hair shaved into a document that Fisher had placed on the table, and several pieces of paper fluttered out.

"Damn!" Fisher subconsciously reached out his hand in the direction of the paper, and then he noticed that it seemed as if the paper had stopped falling.

Then Fisher drove the psionic energy and slowly raised his palm, and the piece of paper slowly rose with his movements.

"it!" Fisher immediately let go of his palm in joy, and regardless of the documents falling to the ground, he turned his gaze to the cup that had been useless before.

After taking a closer look at his state, Fisher realized that it was as if there was a large, invisible hand lifting the cup, and then he tried the bench, the coffee table, and Kate's camisole.

"Do you want to die?" Kate, who felt that her chest was cold and swishing, glared angrily, but looking at Fisher, who was like a fool, could only hold her forehead and sigh, is it too late to change the boss now?