"Those bastards are starting to trouble us again!" Tony sat in the audience, eating popcorn and pointing at Vincent, who was also next to him.

"It's going to be your show!" Vincent smiled, "I took a morning off to see your event!" ”

"Isn't it tiring for you to have such a full-fledged corporate system?" Tony looked at the cars speeding down below, "Oh, yes, kid down there!" ”

"It's better than your company being almost usurped by Obadai!" Vincent made a small joke, "At least then the overall control of the company is still in the hands of the top, and your kind of shareholder system ......," he laughed and said nothing.

"If the whole of America were the result of one person!" Tony's mouth clicked, "Haven't super conglomerates like ours been reformed by the government a long time ago, where can we have some parliamentarians of our own faction?" ”

Vincent nodded, and he watched a red race car cross the finish line, "Wow...... Wow...... Wow......" The racer jumped out of the car, dancing and shouting, waving his arms at the people on the stage, causing a flurry of shouts, "I AM WINNER! The shrill voice resounded through the world.

"Oh, I'm a good racer, but ......" Tony stood up and threw a popcorn at Vincent, "I'm still a lot off my level!" ”

“good lucky for you！” Vincent grabbed the popcorn, "You'll give it back to me when it's cold!" ”

"I'm going down!" Tony waved his hand and walked down with a clatter, dropping the box of popcorn into the trash, "Get me the car!" He beckoned to the staff, and a blue-clad speedtrack worker led him into the prep warehouse.

"There's always a bit of an ominous premonition!" Vincent looked at his watch, didn't know why he felt this way, and secretly clenched the controller of the IS Zero.

Twenty minutes later, to the rave of spectators, eight racers appeared on the field in their cars, wearing helmets and smiling faces under the shields, greeting the spectators on stage, the different colors of the cars all shining in the sun, and Tony giving a thumbs up to Vincent above.

"Hahaha!" Vincent looked at Tony's funny expression below and laughed, "You run quickly, invite me to dinner if you lose!" ”

Tony faintly heard Vincent's voice, and then ...... without a hint of surprise He gave him a middle finger up.

"Now our game is going to start again, let's............ go！ "The cars rushed forward like arrows from the string, as if they had broken through all limitations, and the engines stirred up people's enthusiasm and set off a frenzy of human voices.

“win…… win…… ......The audience on the stage stood up, cheering wildly for their favorite racers, and their voices seemed to lift the stands.

"Nice vibe!" Vincent is also enjoying the frenzy of all this, "The boss gave me a chance!" He was still very grateful to Xu He.

"Yo, that's cool!" Tony raced on the car, "This kind of speed is the romance of men!" He shouted, and the roar of the car echoed through the sky.

At a time when it was supposed to be a mass carnival, a car burst into flames, and then slammed into the wall, causing a violent explosion and a roar, and the spectators ran out in a hurry, screaming in the whole venue, and the racer in the car, who was no longer human, ended his life in the flames.

"Hahahaha, Tony? Stark! A man in steel armor walked out, the obvious Russian face, his face was hideous, and the scar on his face was shining bloodshot, "Hahahaha!" The steel whip in his hand showed his strength in the flash of blue light, "Hahahaha! "Another flick, another car was destroyed by him, and a wave of flames was set off.

"Damn!" Tony is now riding a tiger, watching his car rush towards the Russian whip, the sweat on his forehead dripping on his clothes, a layer of goosebumps on his neck that is clenched in the car, and the chill from the bottom of his heart spreads all over his body, this time, it is countless times more dangerous than Obadai's time, he is just driving this car that is very easy to destroy, and in front of him he sees the steel whip made of his own technology, "Maybe I'm going to confess here?" ”

"Boom!" The blue pillar of light repelled the whip's attack, and a black body shattered the glass cover of the car in Tony's eyes, and pulled Tony up, "I'll wipe it!" The shattered glass grazed his body, setting off flowers of blood, and he bit his mouth tightly, enduring the pain caused by the countless cuts, "Ahhhhh Still shouted out.

It was an extremely short period of time, the runaway car crashed into the whip of the Russian man, a huge explosion, and the car turned into scrap metal.

"Vincent!" Tony looked down and realized he was in mid-air, "You saved my life again!" He secretly relaxed himself.

"It seems that there are a lot of people who want to deal with you!" Vincent commanded the floating cannon to fire a few shots at the Russian, but he was brushed down one by one by his mighty whip, "Yo, it's really exciting!" Vincent also flew higher.

"Tony? Stark, do you remember who I am? "The Russian man with the whip looked at Tony in the sky with hateful eyes.

"Forehead ......" Tony hung in the air, crossed his hands on his hips, and thought for a while, "No, I don't have an impression of a little person like you!" He used his talent for attracting hatred to the fullest, "I don't have the slightest relationship with you Siberian!" "The poisonous tongue attribute is at a glance.

"I'm ...... Ivan? Vanke! The Russian on the ground was extremely popular, his bloodshot eyes stared at Tony, pressed a button on the whip, and in an instant the whip became incomparably long, and with a slam flick, the entire venue turned into a sea of fire, and the seats of 100 people were directly lifted out, Vincent hurriedly dodged, but was almost brushed off by the powerful whip.

"Tony, where's your suit?" Vincent flew all the way with Tony, and finally found an iron box in a place in the sea of fire, paused, Tony hurriedly opened the box, and the steel suit was dressed, but it was a pause of dozens of seconds, the whip that flashed blue light had arrived, and the two were knocked away, and a wall collapsed because of their huge impact.