The roof of Stark Tower.

The battle has entered a white-hot phase.

On the sturdy rooftop floor, under the ravages of two steel monsters, there are potholes of different sizes.

And Hawkeye and the captain can only engage in sneak attacks on the side.

Otherwise, they are likely to be injured or even crippled.

Although their own resilience is strong enough to explode, who wants to go to a hospital bed and lie down?

"Tony, give up! You are not my opponents, and I will return it to you, so how about ending this matter? ”

Obadai sighed helplessly when he heard that the energy system had sounded the alarm, and he also knew that he had been abandoned, and said.

He didn't want to fall into the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D. and become a prisoner.

"Hmph, Obadi, do you think it's possible to give up the dispute now?"

Tony has asked Jarvis to analyze the losses in this battle, which are in the upper part of $5 billion.

If he stops because of two or three sentences, who will bear the consequences?

(Note: US$5 billion, including compensation for damaged buildings, injured people, and Stark Tower)

"Stubborn."

If Tony didn't want to reconcile, Obadai's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty murderous intent, and his voice was even more terrifying than the undead of the Nine Hells.

The miniature missiles that were not launched on the Iron Overlord's body flew out quickly like a goddess scattering flowers, flying in all directions.

His purpose was to destroy the buildings and the people who had not yet been evacuated.

“Jerk 。”

Seeing the scattered missiles, Steve Rogers couldn't help but curse, throwing his shield with all his might, trying to intercept the missiles.

He was loyal to the country and the people, and would not allow any innocent people to be hurt in front of him.

"Boom."

His shield successfully blocked a missile.

And instead of flying back into his hand as in the movie, the shield fell straight to the ground.

"Woohoo."

After the captain threw out his shield to prevent the missiles from exploding, three sounds broke through the air, and the speed surpassed the missiles, successfully detonating the three missiles.

As the missile exploded, a wave of hot heat came, causing Steve Rogers and Hawkeye to retreat.

And those shrapnel shots indiscriminately, captain Steve Rogers because he didn't have a shield, his arm was pierced by shrapnel, and the blood quickly wet his combat uniform.

"It's showtime."

With a frenzied look in Tony's eyes, a miniature missile mounted on his arm flew out as Jarvis locked onto his target.

As the miniature missile flew out, under the resistance of the air, it peeled off the outer layer and turned into four missiles the size of a small thumb.

Quickly meet the missiles fired at those, Obadai.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A deafening explosion resounded across the roof of Stark Tower.

Suddenly.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gunpowder smoke rose.

The smell of trinitrotoluene (TNT) fills the rooftop.

And the steel armor was also shrouded in the black fog of the explosion.

"Ahem, ahem, it's good that the master is prepared, otherwise things will be really big."

At this time, Tony is still an optimistic young man, and he is not like "Iron Man 3" and "American Team 3 Civil War", he is a calm uncle.

"Tony, you still have to think about it, how to explain it to me."

Suddenly.

Inside his steel armor, Nick Fury's angry voice rang out.

Because of your handsomeness, Obadi ran away, and even the goddess lost his whereabouts.

Things in the future are really a bit difficult to do.

Obadai, who is now like a lost dog, will definitely find a backer and continue to fight against them.

At that time, there will be more innocent people killed and injured.

"Actually, I don't want to, if Obadi destroys those buildings, won't I have to pay for the damage?"

Tony didn't think anything of it.

Now that he knows the new elements that can cure his rake poisoning, he still cares a lot about money.

If the buildings next to them were blown up, how many people would lose their jobs?

How many people have to pay with their lives for this?

How much does he have to pay for Stark Industries?

Therefore, in order for the people not to be killed or wounded, it would not hurt to let Obadai go.

Tony is in his heart, high-sounding to make excuses for himself.

After all.

He didn't want to pay too much money to cause Obadai to escape.

As the saying goes.

Money is not everything, but no money is everything.

Money talks.

And he, Tony, just cares about money.

This is a guarantee for his own future trouble, or his son's trouble, and it cannot be used recklessly.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with more."

Nick Fury coldly dropped a sentence and cut off the communication, which couldn't help but make Tony unhappy for a while.

"Your uncle, Lao Tzu is not from your S.H.I.E.L.D., still confess? Bah, believe it or not, I'm paying you a bounty, Nick. ”

……

New York, a suburb.

Warehouse.

Obadai had faded from the Iron Overlord, and his eyes were full of lingering killing intent as he looked at his broken arm.

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

When he thought of Tony, Team America, and the guy who shot the arrow, he gritted his teeth with hatred and said hatefully.

If not for S.H.I.E.L.D.

He was also the top executive of Stark Industries, not like the lost dog of now.

At this moment.

Although he hated S.H.I.E.L.D., the person he hated the most was Norman Osborne.

The dog thing that put his pigeons.

If it weren't for his own fantasies, he would have come back to help him.

I'm afraid he wouldn't have been so badly injured, so.

When he recovers from his injuries, Norman Osborne must be killed as soon as possible.

Leaned out of his arms the special mobile phone that Liu Yixuan gave him, the hatred in his eyes turned into respect, dialed out a string of numbers, and waited quietly for the phone to answer the phone.

"Hey, sir! It's me, Obadi. ”

After connecting the phone, he didn't hear the other party talking, and Obadai knew that this was the habit of the mysterious person Liu Yixuan, so he was the first to speak.

"Obadi, what are you looking for me to do?"

On the other end of the phone, a hoarse and old voice came, asking unceremoniously.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I'm exposed! Now that I've been stripped of my position as the top executive of Stark Industries, I'm hiding in a warehouse in the XX warehouse outside New York, so why don't you send someone to help me? ”

Obadi pressed the fear in his heart, his voice trembling a little, and asked.

After all.

He has lost his usefulness.

He was not qualified to mention any more conditions, but he did it anyway.

"No, I'm already here."

The words fell.

The warehouse door was pushed open.

A ray of sunlight shone in, setting off the image of the old man standing in front of the door.

The old man's spine was straight, his cloudy eyes were shining with wisdom, he was wearing a tuxedo, and the look in his eyes couldn't help but make Obadai uncomfortable.

"Great, sir."

Seeing the old man standing in front of the door, Obadai trembled in fear and spit out two words with difficulty.

"Hand over the Golden Dragon Order, and you will not be killed."

The old man coldly swept over the trembling Obadei, and couldn't help but make his tail vertebrae feel cold.

"Yes, yes, yes."