Unbeknownst to Duke, he devoted himself to the great cause of the Magic Reform, until one night Steve fell into the lab with his shield in his arms.

It is known that Captain America Steve has a super defensive shield in his hand, which is sponsored by his friend Howard Stark, and the material used is vibranium.

Vibranium, also known as sound-absorbing steel, is one of the strongest metals in the Marvel Universe, and its special molecular structure makes it almost indestructible. Because the molecule is relatively stationary, it conducts almost no heat and kinetic energy, a property that allows it to absorb heat, energy, and kinetic energy. It can be said that Steve, as a superhero with no special abilities, has built countless great achievements because of the vibranium shield in his hand.

Tonight, the shield that followed Steve's great deeds did him another great favor.

Boom————

Steve jumped from the basement into the lab, landing with a shield in his left hand and his whole body nested in it. After a loud bang, he landed safely, and even his hairstyle was not messed up.

Startled, Duke dropped the tweezers in his hand, motioned for the clones to continue their work, and walked over to Steve. A little resentful in my heart, not to Steve, but to himself. His elaborate bad taste didn't come in handy at all, and it was so disappointing.

Duke thought as he looked at Steve's left hand. The heart said that it is worthy of being the left hand of the Dharma God who has been single for 90 years, and it is not inferior to the unicorn arm.

What, why is the left hand holding the shield, you ask? Please, the captain can use the computer now, and of course his right hand is used to hold the mouse!

"Dr. Duke, you'd better go up and have a look. A big fight is being broadcast live on TV, with two tin men fighting in the streets of New York, like a sci-fi movie...... "Steve, let's go, dance and dance."

“Stop！ I know what you're talking about, jumping off just for this? Duke looked helpless, it's just that Tony Stark is farming, and isn't it the Zetarians who have opened a wormhole over New York, is it necessary to disturb him for experiments?

"What, you know?" Steve wondered if there was a TV in the underground lab.

"My doppelganger is on the first floor, just let him convey it to me next time I have something, I don't have to make a special trip." Duke scratched his head, and his doppelganger saw that the live TV had sent back the message, but Steve was fast on his feet and jumped off before the doppelganger could disintegrate.

"Okay, then I won't bother you." Steve spread his hands, and his feelings were in vain.

"Well, since you're here, I'll go up and have a look. The experiment has made a breakthrough in the past two days, so it's time to relax. Dukla flew out of the lab with Steve, and the two of them went to the first-floor consultation room.

The private dentist office in Old York is not available 24 hours a day, so this spot is closed hours. Carter and Dottie didn't go out tonight, and the two women sat on the couch, staring intently at the TV. Like a professional soldier, Ms. Carter sits with her waist straight, her upper body straight, and her hands resting naturally on her laps. Dottie is much worse, this woman is bent on taking advantage, her head is on Carter's shoulder, and she is rubbing and rubbing.

Steve's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say much, turning his attention to live TV. Duke didn't even care about Lala, and looked at the TV as soon as he got up.

The whole live broadcast of the helicopter is a little shaky, coupled with the rumbling propeller sound, the audio-visual effect is not generally bad. But the American audience watching the live broadcast didn't care about this flaw, because the content of the live broadcast was so powerful.

Two mechas, one large and one small, fought on the highway around the city, accompanied by machine gun fire and missiles flying from time to time. They have great strength, quick reflexes, strong defenses, and incredible destructive thermal weapons, and worst of all, they can fly. A car of one or two tons in their hands, like a toy model, was thrown away by the aftermath of the battle.

It can be seen from the live broadcast that this is a battle between good and evil, and the huge gray mecha is obviously not a good man who cares about human life, he is full of firepower and doesn't care about casualties at all, and even when he is weak, he will use innocent people as shields. The other smaller mecha has a lot of discipline, he has never used a hot weapon, and he will be kind enough to help someone in danger, and because of this, he fell into the wind and was pressed and beaten.

Although the golden-red exterior paint is very riotous, a discerning person can tell at a glance that this product is a positive character.

"Dr. Duke, what do you think?" Steve's face was solemn, he was barely a superman after serum transformation, but he was not a superman who had not yet departed from the mortal womb of the flesh, and if he did not have a shield in his hand, he was not sure at all. Not to mention anything else, a mecha flying a kite can kill him.

Duke put one hand on his chin and paused for a moment before saying, "Which TV station's live broadcast helicopter is this, and they are not afraid of being hit by stray bullets, and the boss of the TV station should give them a raise." For the sake of first-hand news, even giving up his life is too dedicated. ”

Steve choked and took a long time to recover: "Doctor Duke, I didn't ask about this, but about those two tin men, what do you think?" ”

"What else can you see? Superheroes and supervillains! Duke vaguely remembered that the gray mech was called the Iron Overlord, and the old bald head who drove it was ...... Who's here? It doesn't matter, the important thing is that this old man is a friend of Stark's own old bean, and he has assisted him since he was a child, and Stark has to call him a buckle according to his generation.

In ancient China, the old bald head was the role of the minister of Tuogu, the prince and the prince. In the 5,000-year history of this type, many amazing and glamorous characters have emerged in this kind of role, such as Zhou Gong Zhuge , Sima Changsun, and ...... Ao Bai.

The intrigue in your circle can be described as untidy and messy, and Duke doesn't make too many comments. But the old bald head is obviously old, neither a 15-year-old high school student, nor the protagonist, but he dares to open a mecha, it is really an old birthday star hanged - it is a long life!

"I'll bet five cents, and the one who sucks wins!" Duke patted his chest, full of confidence.

It's a pity that he has too few bets, and no one is interested in betting with him.

"Who are these two tin men?" Carter pushed Dotie, who was leaning against him, and asked casually.

"This battle is a sci-fi family drama, and the one at the bottom is Tony Stark of Stark Industries, and the other is ...... It's an old bald man, his uncle. Duke rummaged through the pages and couldn't find any popcorn, so he poured a cup of coffee and sat down in front of the TV to watch the live broadcast.

"What, the stupid one is Tony?" Carter was so startled that he almost jumped to his feet. She just asked, but Duke answered seriously, and this answer was far beyond her expectations.

The infatuated Dottie was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground, her head hit the coffee table, she swallowed a red mark, and rolled on the ground with her head covered, but no one paid attention to her.

"Howard's son?" Also as surprised as Carter was Steve, the captain who successfully graduated from Night College and got a third-rate college diploma is now a person with a lot of common sense, so he naturally knows the identity of Tony Stark.

By the way, the captain majored in American history at Night University, specializing in the history of World War II wars, and his graduation score was a perfect score, and the night teacher praised him as a genius.

"Oh, I remembered. By generation, Mr. Stark is still your nephew. Duke suddenly realized, and when he saw the two of them, he comforted them: "Don't worry, the steel suit invented by your eldest nephew is very powerful, and the big man is not his opponent, just watch the show with peace of mind." ”

"Really?"

"Of course, what did I lie to you?"

Before Duke could finish speaking, Stark was pressed to the ground by the Iron Overlord and rubbed back and forth, and after a series of sparks flew around, he was sent flying by a big kick, at least a hundred meters away. The stubborn Stark flew back, and was rewarded with another anti-tank missile in mid-air, which crashed into the concrete floor with a thud.

"Oh God! He's going to be killed! Ms. Carter held her head in her hands, incredulous that she had just believed Duke's nonsense.

"It's not the process that matters, it's the outcome that matters. It's a bit bumpy, but you have to trust your nephew that he's going to win. Duke was drinking coffee, and the traveler knew that the ending would be nonsense.

"No, I have to save him." Carter looked at it twice, Stark was like a salted fish on TV, and he had almost room to fight back, and he could only rely on some cleverness to avoid being beaten down.

Carter rushed out the door first, followed by Steve with his shield and then Dotie covering his head. The three of them rushed outside the house, and saw Duke's second-hand Ford, and their hearts were immediately cold, especially Carter, who felt abandoned by the world.

"! The bikes were faster than the broken ones, and by the time we got to the battlefield, Tony was in several pieces. Ms. Carter lifted her foot in indignation, kicked it on the front lid of a used Ford, and ...... The front bumper fell to the ground.

Carter: "......"

Steve: "......"

Dottie: "......"

The cold wind blew, and a negative emotion called despair permeated the hearts of the three of them.

"Ms. Carter, my bumper is worth at least $200, and I'll deduct the repair fee from your salary." Duke took his coffee cup and dangled to the door.

"I'm going to borrow a car." Dottie said quickly.

"Shoot lightly." Carter understood what Dottie meant by 'borrowing', but the situation was urgent, and she had no choice but to do so.

"Don't be impulsive, I have better transportation." Duke stepped on the carpet at the gate: "It's a lot of traffic jam right now, and it's too late to drive over." Besides, the steel armor can fly, and the four wheels can't catch up with them. ”

"Do you have any good idea to fly us over?" Carter rolled his eyes and complained, "You haven't been out for almost three months, and I don't know if you know the traffic lights in New York." ”

"For a magician, the traffic light doesn't matter." Duke smiled, and the magic poured into the carpet beneath his feet, and under the surprised gaze of the three, the carpet seemed to come to life, carrying him into the air.

Thank you for the reward of the book friend 'Murong √ Murong"'!

(End of chapter)