Compared with the Americans, the French pay more attention to delicate feelings, which may be their natural nature, such as the fanaticism during the Revolution and the anger of the First World War, James Macallan is naturally such a person, the moment he saw Obadiah, he was extremely excited to pounce, not caring whether the other party was an old glass or not.

But even if Obadiah is an old glass, I guess McAllan won't care, maybe he will take the initiative to pout his ass, and help me become the king of the world, please!

"Oh, my dear Mr. Obadiah, your presence has made my humble house shine!" James Macallan said, pointing to his sixty-five million estate.

"It's a humble house!" Obadiah took off his coat, which he hadn't washed in weeks, and threw it on The Macallan's $500,000 leather handmade sofa.

McCarron looked at the dirty couch and the two equally dirty men, and could only cough.

"That, Mr. Obadiah, you have worked hard all the way, I will send someone to take you to rest, take a bath, eat something, sleep well, and then we will slowly talk about cooperation!"

"Yes, lead the way!" Obadiah has no objection, he doesn't worry about what McCarron does to him, and he doesn't worry about what will happen to the other party when he puts Mark, anyway, Tony Stark's reactor is here with him, and Mark's armor is just an iron shell, if he James McCarron wants that M134 machine gun, give it to him!

After Obadiah left, James also waved his hand and asked his two best men to wash as well, especially the white ghost, who was about to turn into a yellow ghost, uh, he was originally yellow.

"Boss, is this old guy really that important?" The white ghost with kunai in his hand said puzzledly.

"He's a businessman, he's a scientist at the same time, and most importantly, he's a former executive at Stark Industries! Do you think he's wanted now, so there's no use for him? ”

"Ugh!" The white ghost stopped the kunai in his hand, he really didn't understand, in fact, the Macallan was also very difficult, the most capable of fighting among the talented people under his command was the white ghost, he was born in Japan, and was valued by the local ninja sect since he was a child, and he became the apprentice of the head of the master Lan Ying, but he was forced to leave for some reason when he was ten years old, and many years of martial arts practice and displacement made him not go to school much, but murderous, for technicians, he has a natural contempt, what is the use of you knowing wool knowledge, Isn't it something I can kill with a single sword? Even if you're powerful, it's just a two-knife solution!

But that's exactly what McCarron was looking for, which would you choose, a killer who doesn't care much about modern technology, or an action team member who is always holding a computer and carrying high-tech weapons?

"Obadiah has deep roots in the Americas, otherwise how could he stay so stable in South America, you must know that South America is the backyard of the United States, the CIA, the nsa, and even the FBI have countless informants in South America, and those warlords can be changed every three days, but he is the only one who is fine, which already explains the problem, in addition, he himself is also an excellent doctor of mechanical engineering!"

"Which one are we going to prepare for him?" Anna, a brunette standing on the other side, interjected.

"No, it's not time yet, Obadiah is still suspicious of us, does the iron armor you brought back feel familiar!" Macallan said, holding the tablet and pointing at Mark One.

"I don't know, how many stabs can this thing stop me?" It's still a white ghost with a mysterious self-confidence.

"That's space-grade titanium armor, and your knife won't work against that!" Anna poured cold water on the side.

"If you're talking nonsense, I'll kill you, my apprentice!" The last thing that the white ghost can't hear is that someone says that his knife can't work.

"That's true, but with Obadiah, maybe he can contribute some recipes to strengthen your sword!"

"I feel that this black tin can is similar to the one that appeared on the news not long ago, except that this one looks uglier and bigger, and the golden-red thing looks more beautiful!" is different from the white ghost, Anna on the other side usually watches dramas and news, and she can see the origin of this thing at a glance.

"You're saying this thing has nothing to do with Stark Industries? Is that right? ”

"That's right, it's probably that stupid work!" At the mention of Stark, James Macallan hated it.

Speaking of hatred with Stark, James Macallan has a stomach of bitter water to pour, that year in Switzerland, James Macallan, who was eager to open the American market, felt that Stark should be a breakthrough, so he rushed up to say hello, I thought that with his identity as the only designated arms dealer in France, Stark could take a look, but the other party asked him what works he was worth boasting about, James Macallan said a bunch of aircraft missiles produced by his own company or something, but the other party shook his head, said that these are all things with no technical content, and no one even wants to sell them to North Korea.

The conscience of heaven and earth, at that time, James Macallan was bent on strengthening his family, soaking in the research institute every day, and the equipment developed by Britain, France and Germany was used and said that it was good, why did it become garbage in Stark's mouth?

What's more critical is that at that time, Macallan also fell in love with a girl, but the god-damned Starkra went to play a threesome.

"If you don't take revenge, I, Macallan, will not be a man!"

"Then let me kill him!" Hearing that his boss had so much hatred for that Stark, the white ghost yawned and said boringly.

"No, I'm going to make him ruined, if I just kill him, it's cheap!" Macallan picked up a metal mask hanging on the wall behind him and said viciously, "I'm going to make him worse than dead, so that's the best ending for him!" ”

"Ahh Stark, who was far away in New York, was still a good baby in his mansion at this time, no way, he had an incident in the east window, and Stark, who had just returned from being a street vigilante after wearing the improved mark, was asking Jarvis to remove his armor, and Pepper Pepper Pepper suddenly walked into his room with a document.

Because Tony gave Pepper permission before, Jarvis wouldn't call the police when she came in, so Stark died socially instantly.

"Pepper, you listen to my quibbles, no, it's an explanation, things are not what you think!" Stark decided to strike first, so he spoke first, interrupting Pepper's questioning.

"What haven't I said yet? What are you doing in such a hurry? Pepper also forgot what to say because of Stark's answer.

"Uh, I'll say it first!"

"I'll say it first!"

"Then you speak first!"

"Then you speak first!"

"Speaking of which, I didn't know we had such a tacit understanding!" Stark poured himself a glass of gin and took a sip.

"What are you going to say? Then hurry up! Pepper also blushed a little because of the two of them just talking in unison.

"Actually, the one just now is mine...... Well...... My high-tech prosthesis, you know, because of the chest injury, I haven't been in very good shape, although the shrapnel has stagnated the flow, but it still has a big side effect on my mental torture, so I built this thing, which I usually use to help me walk! ”

"Walking?"

"Well, actually, I choose to fly once in a while, you know, flying has always been a hobby!"

"Anthony Edward Tony Stark!" Pepper's expression was extremely serious at the moment, "Do you think I look like a three-year-old girl?" Do you think I don't watch the news? You think I'm that easy to deceive, don't you? ”

"No, it's my fault!"

"Look at these!" Like an angry tigress at the moment, Pepper stepped forward and pointed to the craters in the steel suit that had been cut by bullets and shell fragments.

"I understand you, but you should also understand that you are just an ordinary person, and these bullets are deadly! Just because you're lucky this time doesn't mean you'll be so lucky next time! ”

"Actually, the defense of titanium alloy is very good, it can withstand the close-range shooting of large-caliber weapons, I am a professional, you have to trust me, Pepper!"

"But guns, cannons, bombs, and those things are dangerous, so you can't learn Mr. Schell? He has a lot of soldiers under him, can't we also form a security company and recruit some people to do what you do? ”

"Then why am I building this thing?" Stark reached out and stroked the Mark armor that had condensed his heart's work, the most braunting piece of his life, and the first he had ever made not for killing but for protection.

"Then you must promise me one thing!"

"Ten of them!"

"No, just one thing, protect yourself, we can't live without you, Mr. Stark!"

"Of course!"

Pepper came to Stark because the reactor that the company wanted to deliver to the giant god was a controlled item and had to be signed by Stark, but he didn't think that he had broken another layer of Stark's identity here, which was also a surprise.

"The four reactor cores for the Titan have been completed, whether we ship them now or wait, the balance of the Titan has not yet been settled!"

"Send it to them, I have a hunch that Fisher Adams guy will definitely make a big news recently!" Stark thought about the satellite drawings that guy sent him last time, and suddenly felt that he should also make a similar thing, this satellite can launch its own battle armor, so that if the battle armor is damaged and needs to be replaced, it can be carried out directly on the battlefield, and there is no need to go back to the base!

"Jarvis, calculate how much this satellite will cost!" Starkra pulled out a three-view of a square satellite and asked Jarvis to start creating the data, "Sorry, Pepper, I just had another idea, you can decide the company's business!" ”