ps: Don't complain about the update, I've been scolded by the editor today.

In addition to these seemingly high-ranking big men, there are several major generals sent by the military, and Tony's friend Roddy, who is also a future war machine, is also among them.

In addition, there were seven or eight guards with different expressions.

Abner can be said to be famous for his murder after the battle of Death Valley, and everyone present will not be unguarded, even if they think very highly of themselves.

The ones who could be selected by them as guards were naturally not ordinary people, and in two or three of them, Abner actually felt a rare sense of threat.

"Hello everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Although everyone present belonged to the high-ranking big people, Abner's state of mind had already been trained to the point where he would not be surprised by everything, so he casually found a stool and sat down, and greeted everyone present.

"You executioner! You've killed hundreds of valiant soldiers, and hundreds of families have wept because of you! ”

"You should go to hell and perish forever in that hell!"

As soon as he sat down, the high-ranking official of Base Six stood up sharply, his fingers almost poked in Abner's face, and spat flew in his mouth and cursed.

"No, no, no, the real executioner is you, because the order to kill them has always been given by you."

"And even if hundreds of families weep because of me, I and my loved ones don't appear in those hundreds of families."

"If I had relented, I might be the one crying now!"

Faced with this guy's angry scolding, Abner responded mercilessly.

At this time, Abner must be tough, even if he shows a little cowardice, then these seemingly majestic guys in front of him will swarm up like greedy jackals, tearing themselves all over the body.

"Alright Thomas, we're here to solve the problem, not to quarrel for this pointless!"

The emaciated man with a cigar in his mouth coldly stopped the conflict between the two, slowly stood up and walked in front of Thomas, and said condescendingly.

Seeing that Thomas had no intention of refutating, he walked unhurriedly in front of Abner.

At this time, Abner realized that this emaciated man was actually a few points taller than himself.

"Abner, what happened this time ......"

"Sir, I am not in the habit of looking up at others and talking, I hope you can sit down, or stay away from me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Abner interrupted him.

The look of astonishment in the emaciated man's eyes flashed, and then a smile appeared as he returned to his place and sat down.

"Both of you have an unshirkable responsibility for this incident, you ......"

The emaciated man pointed at Thomas and said, "You shouldn't ignore the life of Abner's father, Simon, and Abner, your reaction is too strong, up to tens of billions of dollars in damage, Abner you must compensate!" ”

"I can't afford to pay tens of billions of dollars, or I'll sell my kidney to you~"

"Abner, you Totoni must have sent us a message that doesn't want to escalate the matter, and we have the same idea, so we can sit here calmly and talk about it."

"I'm Longman from the CIA, and these two are Thomas and Cody from Base Six."

"These two are O Agents and J Agents, compared to Abner, you have been in contact with before."

"This is Major General Justin......"

"Major General Wiley......"

……

"As for this Professor Bolívar of Trask Industries, he is an expert in the study of mutants!"

"It's just a short, ugly little dwarf."

When Longman pointed to the short, middle-aged man, Tony suddenly sneered disdainfully.

"Tony, you're just as arrogant as your father! Arrogant! Fortunately, he died early! Otherwise, sooner or later, they will be beaten to death! ”

Bolívar was not to be outdone when he heard Tony's taunt.

"I don't dare ...... you old and ugly dwarf"

"Tony! Bolívar! ”

Longman hurriedly stopped the quarrel between the two, one of these two guys is in charge of Stark Industries, and the other is in charge of Trask Industries, both of them are among the best navigators in the industry, which really makes the two quarrel, and no one present can dissuade them.

Finally, Longman still had a bit of status in the eyes of the two, Tony and Bolívar glanced at each other, and each snorted coldly and finally stopped.

"And this one, Nick Fury, director of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

As Longman pointed at Nick Fury, the one-eyed dragon actually grinned and smiled at Abner.

"Abner, you have to admit that the losses you have caused this time are too huge, the direct economic losses are as high as tens of billions, and the indirect economic losses cannot be counted."

"So, what do you want?"

"You almost destroyed our base six, and for this you must join the army to serve until you repay these losses!"

"Abner, your ability to manipulate EMPs on a large scale is very useful, and you must also join the Weapons Research Department to provide us with this electromagnetic data!"

"Use your superb fighting ability to provide combat training ...... for our fighters"

"Cooperate with all kinds of mutant experimental ......"

"Assist us in catching all kinds of dangerous criminals and mutant ......"

"Help capture radio signals ......"

Listening to the gushing words from these people's mouths, the mocking smile on Abner's face became more and more obvious.

Service? Cooperate with the experiment? Being a guinea pig? As a laborer? As a coolie?

Do these guys really think of themselves as the top fish on the board and let them slaughter them?

Or are they not eating a lesson deep enough and want to do it again?

With a bang, Abner sat up and stretched lazily.

"Go ahead, I'll go first!"

With Abner's words, the gushing crowd couldn't help but turn pale, and even Longman, who had been smiling, also sank.

"Abner, what do you mean!"

"You must know that these dispositions are already very light for you, aren't you still satisfied?"

"Satisfied? Hehehe......"

Abner smiled coldly and rubbed his hands into his fists.

"I think these dispositions are still too light, so it's better to do something more, so that you can sentence me more seriously."

"What about the iron ball? Where there are heavier iron balls, I'll throw ten or eight of them to the White House, which should be enough for the death penalty! ”

The faces of everyone present suddenly turned black.

Looking for an iron ball?

And throw ten or eight to the White House!

It's enough to choke on one of these big guys at Base No. 6, who can stand a few more?