Inner Earth.

City of Hope.

Caitlin's Coffee House.

After re-abandoning a certain Ling Lingqi in a small alley in London, he took Debbie to the coffee house where Caitlyn was not a mutant if her family was mutant.

After hugging Reed's wife, Caitlin.

Mark sat on the seat by the window, looking ugly.

Maggi.

I almost got on the road.

Obadiah Stan is a real fierce man, and it's not ambiguous to say that he blew himself up.

Now it's all right.

Tomorrow there will be a front-page headline on the international page.

What the?

Why doesn't Mark impulse the hero of salvation?

Stop it.

In that case, if Mark makes a move, the cliff will be Mark's.

What if Mark succeeds in saving?

There will still be voices, just like the people of Thirty-Eight Earth are still accusing the super-league Carla for not showing up sooner.

What if Mark didn't succeed in saving?

There is no need to think about the consequences.

Not to mention.

What can Mark do in such a short period of time?

Self-detonation in just three seconds.

Mark is not a superhero and doesn't want to be.

Yes.

Mark chooses to save himself.

Guilty?

Not at all, it wasn't him who blew himself up, it was the steel overlord.

Half ringing.

Debbie checked the information she had just found at the moment of departure, spread her hands and said to Mark, "Boss, the signal was cut off just when it reached the Bolivian side. ”

Mark nodded.

Or in Bolivia?

The next second.

Mark said to Caitlin, who was watching a soap opera in the East, "Caitlin, thank you for the coffee, let's go first." ”

Caitlyn waved her hand without looking back.

It's obvious.

Caitlin is currently addicted to the long and short soap operas of the Eastern countries.

Mark shook his head, cut the portal to Bolivia, and walked straight out with Debbie.

The footsteps have just been taken.

The Hades king's telekinesis came out in response, and the telekinetic net opened rapidly, enveloping all of them.

Not much.

Mark opened his eyes.

Really.

It was another mist released by Obadiah, and his breath was not captured by Mark.

But that's not the only thing Mark is curious about.

Mark turned to Debbie and asked, "Debbie, what do you think it takes to remotely control a Steel Overlord like Obadia Stein?" ”

"I had an encrypted satellite signal earlier."

"And then?"

"It's interrupted, there are a lot of satellite signals that can achieve encrypted communication, and I'm not talking about one or two, but hundreds."

"Yes, but don't forget, Obadiah has a flair for business, but he's not a tech genius, and to be honest, his computer skills are almost as good as mine."

"That's what the information says."

"That's it." Mark took Debbie towards a destination and said, "Someone must have provided Obadiah Stan with a satellite channel, right?" ”

"Boss."

"Huh?"

"Three years ago it might have been, but a lot has changed in the three years you've been away, and last month San Francisco's Life Foundation held a press conference to say that their first manned spacecraft had been successfully launched for a year and a half of space science experiments."

“…… The Foundation for Life? ”

"Yes, and Reed Richards, who is known as a genius scientist, also announced that his laboratory has received a new injection of funding, and will also carry out space operations in six months at the latest."

“…… What are you trying to express? ”

"I mean......" Debbie, who landed somewhere in the Bolivian mountains, looked at Mark and said, "I mean, now you can rent a satellite for 2,000 dollars for the encrypted communications you want." ”

Mark was completely stunned.

If memory serves, when he took Debbie to find the Liquid of Immortality, the price of renting a Stark satellite was more than $2,000.

But why?

He was gone for three years.

Just three years.

Why is there a feeling that the world is changing too fast and he can't keep up with the rhythm?

Half ringing.

Mark shook his head, and directly slammed the power of the Hades into the iron gate built from the mountain wall.

Bang!

The iron door was blasted open in an instant.

The lights of the passage behind the iron gate flickered and flickered, like a giant beast that opened its bloody mouth and wanted to devour everything......

Click!

Boom!

Mark glanced up at the blazing lights, and the more he walked down the passage, the more he could smell the smell of blood coming from the depths.

Not much.

Mark and Debbie stood on a guardrail with a space the size of a football field beneath it.

The space the size of a football field is cluttered with things that would require a large build.

"What about the people here?" Debbie spoke up.

Mark pointed to an office at the end of the guardrail and said lightly, "It's all inside." ”

Debbie blinked, but finally chose not to go in and pushed the door open.

Mark smiled.

He just stopped because he felt it was too bloody inside.

After all, there's a girl's paper here.

Mark scanned the space the size of a football field below, falling silent.

How many Steel Overlords can be built in such a large place?

Four?

Fifteen?

Or a hundred?

Where did these steel overlords go?

Is it that construction has not yet begun?

And also.

There is no difficulty in building an iron shell or anything, the biggest difficulty is the small ark reactor that provides a power source for the iron shell.

Obadiah Stein is just a CEO, and he doesn't have an engineering degree from MIT.

Then the question arises.

Where is Obadiah Stan now?

That's when it happened.

Debbie handed the phone in front of her to Mark and said, "Boss, the live broadcast of Burgan City is out." ”

Mark was stunned.

The small Ark reactors have exploded, and anyone dares to risk the radiation of the palladium element to go in and broadcast live?

Don't you want to die for money?

Mark took the phone and looked at the live broadcast of the helicopter, and was stunned again.

This......

Something seems wrong with the crisis.

Mark thought he would end up destroying five blocks, but he didn't.

Even.

The self-detonation of the Iron Overlord was to blow up the oval square in front of the opera house into a large crater with a diameter of 15 meters.

The rest?

The walls of the nearby building facing the opera house were damaged.

That's it?

That's all the power of a small palladium reactor?

I'm afraid you're not kidding.

Even if you drop a bomb of the same power, the power of entering it will not be so lost.

I'm afraid it's not fake news.

Mark thought and looked at Debbie.

Debbie shrugged and said, "It's sure it's a live broadcast, it shouldn't be a radioactive element explosion." ”

"How can you be sure?"

"Look......," Debbie said, pointing to the outfits of the rescue team that appeared in the live broadcast, "If there were radioactive elements, they would have put on radiation protection suits a long time ago." ”

"What's that meow self-destructing?"

Mark wondered in his heart.

What can't self-detonate is an oversized private customized battery, right?

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