In the Pentagon, in the conference room, a bunch of people were arguing.

"Tony Stark is our military's weapons supplier, forcing him to hand over Warframe technology, do you want to hand over Stark Industries?" The black-faced Rhodes held back his anger and did not get angry, but his tone was not as gentle as before.

"Hammer, Osborne, and The Macallan Company, which has just been in the limelight recently, can replace Stark Industries, do you have to hang yourself from a tree?"

"And, who let him in! Don't know he's a friend of that guy? A big guy pointed at Rhodes in an unkind tone.

The guy in his mouth is naturally Tony Stark.

"I'm sorry General Ross, I'm from the Weapons Development Department, if you don't need me, I can go out." Rod sneered. "Before leaving, I would like to remind you that Osborne pays more attention to the research of biotechnology, and they are similar to Hammer Industries in terms of military products, and Hammer Industries, I will only choose if I have no choice. As for The Macallan Group, hmph, the technological content of the Stark Warframe in nanotechnology is far more high-end than the most advanced nanoworms that can only devour! ”

"The nanotechnology of the fart, Stark's armor is the same as the armor of the fire dragonman, if you want me to say arrest Stark and the fire dragonman!"

"Do you know who the dragon man really is, and where he lives?"

"I don't know, but some people do, like S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"Make no mistake, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a global organization affiliated with the United Nations Security Council!"

"Hmph, the United Nations is a fart, and without the United States, it is a fart country!"

The noisy conference room, the "hot" atmosphere lasted for four or five hours, and no effective plan was discussed in the end.

Forcing Stark to hand over Warframe technology? That's obviously just talk. Stark Industries is so large that it is completely possible not to hang them from the military, so why force them?

In desperation, the military can only find a way to negotiate terms with Stark Industries, and at the same time explore the true identity of the fire dragons. Once Stark's side doesn't let go, he can only hope for the latter.

As long as they find someone, they will do everything they can to get their hands on that armor technology!

It can't be, that dragon man is more difficult than Stark Industries, right?

The military bigwigs each mobilized the personnel planted in the Aegis, but no one knows whether they can get the identity of the fire dragon man, anyway, whoever gets it first will have the advantage, after all, although they are sitting in a conference room, they are all for their own interests.

In Texas, in a large house in the city, Johnny sits on the couch and eats jelly beans.

Since a few days ago he had released the Rosanne pigeons again for fear of releasing them, he has been staying at home and has hardly been out of the house. Fortunately, the tour has ended, otherwise his friends would have to come to his house to annoy him in various ways.

Even so, the knocking on the door of the garage downstairs has not stopped these days.

"Johnny! What the hell is wrong with you, you won't return the phone! If you don't come out again, I'll call the police! Outside the garage, Johnny's old guy banged on the door in anger.

"Brother, I'm fine, let me stay alone." The strong enemy poked his head out, shouted and closed the window, and let the old man continue to shout.

After a few moments, the man was gone.

Johnny collapsed on the couch, thinking back to Roshan's figure and sighed. "Should I have a second chance? Should there be? ”

Johnny covered his face with his hands and slowly slid down.

It's hot!

Do I have a fever?

Johnny felt his face very hot, and raised his hand to touch the door of his head, just in time to see his red hands.

"What the hell!" Johnny looked at his red hands, and smoke began to smoke on them.

"Waterd is thirsty!" Johnny panicked a little and hurriedly went to wash his hands, but the cold tap water did not cool his hands, but made him hotter and hotter.

It's not just the hands, it's all over the body, inside and out! The throat, in particular, is like a fire.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ears, "Johnny......"

Johnny's face changed, and the voice ...... Seems to have heard of it?

"Johnny ......" sounded like the devil's whisper.

Johnny opened the iron door, followed the sound, walked through an alley outside the house, and then he saw his beloved and his father's legacy, a Harley-Davidson-V22R, "Grace"!

The purple and red paint paint is like a flame that ignites, and the long metal grips allow the driver to ride in a seated position, but Johnny is puzzled.

Shouldn't his Grace be parked in the garage? Why is it here?

Who stole it?

Grace suddenly let out a throttle twist that startled Johnny.

What the hell is going on?

Why does his motorcycle start on its own?

Johnny's heart suddenly raced, and a feeling that made him very unhappy prompted him to turn his head and see someone he would never forget.

No, this guy, could it really be human?

He's the devil!

Johnny looked at the man in a long trench coat a few meters away, and hatred burned in his eyes. "It's you, liar! How dare you appear in front of me? ”

Johnny roared.

Back then, when he was still a young driver who had just come of age, he signed a contract with this devil to sell his soul to this guy in order that his father's cancer could be cured, but this guy lied to him and took his father's life the next day after curing his father, and he also quibbled with him that he did not break the contract and carried out the contract in full accordance with the content of the contract.

The thought of his father's face made Johnny so angry that he lunged over and punched the man. But unfortunately, the man disappeared abruptly, and Johnny punched him empty.

"Bastard!"

The man appeared behind Johnny, a smile on his meticulously combed face.

"Johnny, is that how you treat your old friend?"

"Bullshit friends! Get out of here, or I'll read the Bible! Johnny was furious, but helpless, he knew he couldn't hurt this guy.

"It's up to you, I like to hear the Bible." The man laughed, and the scepter in his hand suddenly rested on Johnny's motorcycle, "It's a beautiful car, Grace is it, and the name is good." ”

"What the hell are you going to do!" Johnny stared at the man.

"Naturally, it's here to collect the investment. Since you're in such a hurry to ask me why, I'm not going to sell it. The smile on the man's face retracted, "Go kill a guy named Witch Heart, kill him, and I'll give you back your soul." ”

"Hehe," Johnny sneered, and was about to leave as he sat down on the motorcycle, "go catch it yourself, shit-eating bastard!" ”

"Want to break the contract? That's not going to work. The man said, looking at Johnny, who was unable to start the motorcycle at all, and smiled coldly, and the scepter slammed to the ground.

Johnny's motorcycle suddenly went crazy and rushed out, and on the ground, the tire print directly turned into a burning line of fire, extending far away.

The man looked at Johnny's back with a smile on his face, "Go, my knight, kill him!" ”

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