"Now, it's time of your choosing, Iron Man. Ember said to Iron Man suspended in mid-air, "The choice is yours on whether to continue the pointless fight with me here, or to go to New York City, which needs you, to calm the chaos." ”

With "the choice is yours", the masked man bent sideways, his left arm raised, and looked like he was leading the other party to the stage, apparently having made a decision for Tony.

"Self-righteous guy ......"

Tony Stark looked at the other man's "everything is under control" look and wanted to give him a hand cannon.

However, the idea was not put into action, and through the confrontation just now, Tony had already understood the gap between him and the Masked Man, and knew that it would be difficult for him to hit the other party, even if it was with trackable missiles and dense laser bombardment.

For the first time, Stark felt powerless in his suit, a feeling that was far stronger than the frustration he had brought from his last fight with Ivan.

After all, although that boy is nimble and his weapon is not small, he will definitely not be able to detonate a miniature missile in the air like the other party, disappear in place abruptly, and suddenly appear on the other side.

"Superpowers...... This is another system, but it can't be separated from the category of energy, but it needs more data and research. ”

There is an invisible force field outside the masked man's body, which blocks Jarvis's further detection, so Tony doesn't know if the other party is a mutant or not.

Whether those strange abilities came from the X gene in his body, or some kind of accidental mutation, no one can say for sure.

But what Tony knows is that his suit must be upgraded again, not simply to improve the intensity of firepower, but to improve it in an all-round and systematic way.

My mind returned to the moment when the two fought, and the other party barely fought back, but the timing of each teleportation was just right, and every dodge was graceful.

After fighting for so long, he didn't achieve any results, but he was almost dizzy from the swaying white trench coat.

"Why don't you put a cloak on the upgraded Warframe?"

Tony Stark, who is extremely hot for the light flicking of his sleeves and the burning demeanor of Ember, thought about it with a big brain.

"If the cloth is not good, it will be burned at every turn, so you still have to weave it with high-temperature resistant metal wire...... Polymeric materials are also fine, or metal, which is strong enough. ”

"Color...... The color has to be red!"

Tony seems to have a peculiar obsession with red, and he doesn't even have the idea of experimentation and comparison, so he directly determines the color of his cloak to red.

"But in this way, the main color of the suit can't be gold red......"

Although he was very unimpressed by the behavior of the masked man and Evan who disdained the color of his suit, Tony also knew that the red and gold suit was indeed a bit cheesy if it was paired with a bright red cape.

"Then change the main color of the suit to blue, and replace the gold design of the foot joints and waist with red. ”

Thinking about it this way, it seems quite emotional.

......

"Tell the curtain up, idiot!"

"Iron Man will make you understand what the focus of attention is. ”

"If you want to eat the bowl of art, you are still far away!"

Putting the design of the suit, tentatively named "Anti-Mask Man Armor", into the database of the main control system, Tony glanced at the embers standing on the roof of the building, snorted coldly, and flew to the place where the gunshots rang out in the city of New York.

For Tony, today's fight was the most humiliating experience he had since he was a child, and the initiative had always been firmly grasped by the guy in the mask.

He left like a coward, thinking about the design of the new suit to get rid of the anger and frustration of being manipulated like a puppet.

In the past, he would never endure this, but shouted to fight to the death with the other party.

But after experiencing kidnapping, betrayal by his uncle, palladium poisoning, and reading his father's manuscripts, he has grown a lot.

Although, today's Tony is still the guy who won't compromise and stinks face, but now he has been able to make some choices, some choices worthy of the title of "hero".

......

"Some people feel that the result of the choice is the only criterion for judging whether the choice is right or wrong. ”

"But that can only define the ignorant and numb life, art, is far higher than life!"

Looking at the figure of the red and gold iron man flying away, Ember's eyes were filled with approval and expectation: "In my opinion, every choice is the embodiment of the sublimation of the soul, and he is enough to become my work, because I see in him a certain consciousness, a certain consciousness of becoming a hero." ”

"That kind of enlightenment makes me inspired!"

There was no one on the empty roof, but Ember's words were clearly not for himself.

Glancing at the empty staircase, the artist took the whisper on his waist in his hand and said firmly: "Don't you go on stage yet, ma'am, I've already finished the curtain!"

"Click-"

High heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the stairs, and a woman in her business uniform walked up with a document in her hand.

"What do you call it?"

The person who came was not afraid, but asked the name of the gunman very politely.

"Kada Ash," leaned slightly, and Ember said with a playfulness in her deep voice, "I've already said it, to all of New York!"

"Ah, of course," the beauty in the professional dress was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, with a charming smile on her face: "I just think that telling the lady her name in person can better reflect the artist's cultivation!"

"Well, there's always something for the lady," Ember whispered and walked to the fence, "It's time for you to tell me your name, or I won't have time to listen to it when the interlude is over!"

Natasha Romanoff, assistant to the president of Stark Industries, handles copywriting and reporting. ”

Natasha approached the other party without a trace, her graceful waist swaying.

As a spy from the "Red Room", the widow sister is very good at using her physical advantages.

While hiding in the shadows, she had already discovered through Stark's battle with the Masked Man that the self-proclaimed "Kada Ember" possessed some sort of teleportation-like ability.

If you want to beat the other person, you have to close enough distance, preferably standing with each other in arms.

After the opponent's vigilance is almost broken, a blow that is so fast that it has no time to react will make it instantly incapacitated.

The combat plan is simple and crude, but it is the most practical.

Everyone knows there's something wrong with a woman who appears on the battlefield where she inspires firefights and smiles at her boss's enemies, but so what?

Oh, man!

Natasha sneered in her heart, she had fought countless enemies, and many of them were stronger than her.

None of them saw through her disguise?

How can it be!

It's just machismo in my heart.

Men always like to show themselves in front of the beautiful opposite sex, like the male peacock in estrus, they see the danger in her, and know that the graceful woman in front of them is a poison wrapped in honey, but they are not vigilant, maybe at first, but after the swaying waist of the plump waist, they have also lost the initial vigilance.

The more powerful men are, the more confident they are in themselves, always thinking that they can easily lick the icing and spit out the poison.

But the result?

There was a flash of coldness in Natasha's eyes, and the guy who took advantage of her often ended up paying for his own life.

Closer, closer.

The smile on Natasha's face became more and more charming, and her figure became more and more coquettish, as if her clothes would fade in the next second, and the surrounding environment with the smoke of gunpowder exuded a different kind of crisis.

Ladies don't care that this contrast will cause others to be wary, and men who can keep their senses in the face of instinct are in the minority.

And the vast majority of these few will throw themselves into the cobwebs because of the perceived danger, because they are confident, confident that they can make the mother spider lay eggs with their own strength, and do not need to be the nourishment for her offspring.

As for the sporadic individual phenomena, it takes a love affair to put the shackles on them, which is another topic, including how to turn the shackles into a noose for the hanging.

She still clearly remembers the first lesson taught by the instructor when she was just trained, there is no right or wrong, no shame, no humanity on the battlefield, when a woman puts down her shame and starts to use her body, then there is nothing to do with men in the war!

She had been doing this all these years, and she had been invincible, but now, it seemed that she had encountered some kind of problem that her own experience could not solve: the other party had retreated again, still keeping a distance of five or six steps from her.

Natasha's smile froze on her face and she stopped approaching the other.

If the act of embers ducking to the fence just now was not obvious, then another dodge was enough to tell the story.

The other party found out about her intentions, and she didn't have any intention of touching the icing.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The eyebrows were slightly adjusted, and Natasha, who had a charming smile on her face, exuded a unique heroic spirit, and she felt that she was wearing a military uniform in her official uniform.

I have to say that the widow sister's gestures are all dramas.

"Necessary vigilance. ”

Ash's answer is still the classical stage tone, he didn't say he was afraid or he wasn't afraid, he was not the group of hairy boys who had nowhere to vent their energy, artists, destined to be high and low.

"Be wary of a weak woman, an admirer of your ideas?"

Although the enemy in front of her was powerless, and communicating with him always felt like a punch on cotton, Natasha did not give up.

Dressed in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new combat suit and disguised as a uniform, she evaded Jarvis's detection, risking her death in the fire to stay at the corner of the staircase on the top floor of the empty building, not only to gather more first-line intelligence for S.H.I.E.L.D. about the abilities of the masked man and Tony Stark's new suit, but also to capture the dangerous element suspected of being a mutant or mutant in one fell swoop!