It hurts!

This Spider-Man has a lot of strength.

In the midst of the ruins, Ivan Vanke pulled his arm from under a large stone slab and rubbed his collapsed chest.

Although he no longer needs to breathe, which is an inefficient way of oxygen supply, his perennial instinct still makes him feel a breath blocked in his chest, and it is very uncomfortable.

Dozens of meters away, he could still hear the hearty laughter of the group of 'heroes' outside.

This hearty laugh was more damaging than the most powerful sonic weapon in the world, and the pain it caused to Ivan far exceeded the pain in his chest and the pain in his body and barrel when he used his ability.

I'm not dead yet!

Click-boom!

In the dust, Ivan, who had returned to normal, clutched his chest and glanced viciously at everyone present, and then his metal skin flowed like flowing water, and the entire body structure was staggered.

Spider-Man is already so brave, and there is a bottomless emperor knight on the side, if you want to fight again, how can Ivan live?

With the humming sound of machinery, Ivan Vanko turned into an aircraft based on the F35 in a very short time, and then soared into the sky with the sound of jets, leaving only the sentence:

"Damn Stark, I'll be back!"

Above the blue sky, a small black dot quickly disappeared.

"Don't you chase?" Luke asked softly, "Just let him run?" ”

"Who made the only flying thing here immobilized?"

Li Hao spread his hands helplessly, and gently gave Stark and his armor a kick on the ground, and when he heard a 'click', sparks flew everywhere, and Mark Five's shoulder armor fell off directly.

"Man, tap!"

Stark muttered dissatisfiedly from retracting his divergent thoughts, and then took off the armor on his body one by one.

Stark had a ton of ideas and inspirations to prove about Ivan, his mechanization and special abilities, but he didn't want to think about them at all.

Any armor upgrades, anti-Ivan armors, let's go, he just wants to make his 'fries' comfortable now.

"Jarvis, let the company guys recycle this pile of junk, and by the way, help me book a double seat at the best restaurant in New York."

Stark, who took off his armor, endured the pain and smiled and invited Ophelia, who had been silent and pretending to be a well-behaved girl:

"Beautiful Miss Ophelia, let's go to dinner together!"

It's really dedicated, Li Hao silently gave a thumbs up to Stark, who was wearing Baichuang and still didn't forget his original intention.

Covering his face with his hood, Ivan Vanke walked down a small street in Hell's Kitchen, but in just three or four hundred meters, he saw four or five robberies and two gang fires.

Hell's Kitchen is really folk and simple, and it lives up to its name!

Sent a few gangsters away, Ivan swaggered around the lowest-tier neighborhood of New York, looking for his target, a man who would volunteer to participate in his mechanical transformation and believe in Megatron.

"Hahaha! Red Skull, when your time of death comes, it's up to me, Captain America, to end your life of sin! ”

"My Red Skull has an army of millions, and it will never fail!"

A few half-grown boys chased and played.

One of them played the role of a red skull with a red face and an AK in his hand - Ivan was pretty sure that the imp, who was ten years old at most, was holding a real guy in his hand.

In Hell's Kitchen, it's much harder to find a model gun than a real one.

Ivan simply squatted directly on the side of the street and admired the 'play' of this group of children.

Team America and his friends foiled Red Skull's plot again and again, and when Red Skull had any new tricks, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Iron Man, etc. also came one after another

Ivan could see it, and at a glance he saw the evening, and saw the group of children scattered.

"Guys!"

The kid who played the American team smiled very proudly, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth, "Jack promised me to let me help the face gang bulk goods, remember to come to me if you want it!" ”

The other children showed envious expressions, it was a good errand to be able to help the gangsters scatter fans, and they could live happily and earn money without spending money.

Under the call of the 'American team', other people gathered, and even a few imps who were up to eight or nine years old placed orders.

Ivan watched all this with cold eyes, and only felt a sense of unbelievable absurdity:

How did a country with such a young generation overcome the powerful and great mother in its memory?

Or is it America who has lost her opponent to create such a young generation?

He didn't understand.

But suddenly, he thought of an ancient Chinese saying: 'He can take his place!' ’

Does Megatron's decision to establish himself as a mechanical kingdom mean that history has now reached the point where 'Beauty has lost its little elk, and Ivan can pursue it'?

As night falls, Manhattan's bustling nightlife has just begun.

At the same time, the number of ragged homeless people roaming the streets has increased.

Ivan hesitated for a moment, looking at the homeless people who appeared in the most inconspicuous part of the street waiting for handouts as if they were picking goods, and finally gritted his teeth and walked towards a homeless man hidden in the back alley of a dilapidated tavern.

It was a man with a missing leg, skeletal and unkempt, cowered under a half-stepped wall in an alley.

Ivan twisted his neck, took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and walked straight to the beggar.

He was a little uncertain in his heart, after all, the human body was transformed and he believed in an unknown evil god. Those who do these things look like wicked people who deserve to be put on the gallows!

But before Ivan could walk to the man's side, the man lying on the ground suddenly coughed lightly, raised his head, and asked slowly and jerkyly:

"Possession of drugs? Test the drug? Or take part in the perverted game of which boring rich man? What do I get paid? ”

What?

Ivan was stunned, standing in place, opening his mouth slightly but unable to speak for a long time.

That's magical, isn't it? How did this homeless man manage to say these words without changing his face?

"Was it a newbie?" The man repeated the words he had said again, and said with a look of surprise:

"Isn't that all you people looking for homeless people to do? The homeless people will also communicate with each other! Say, what exactly do you want me to do? ”

Ivan was a little blindsided by this tramp's set, and subconsciously blurted out: "Human body transformation!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he regretted it a little, and took advantage of the fact that the homeless man did not speak, and directly stumbled and memorized the draft he had prepared:

"Based on physical disabilities, paralysis and other issues, I can provide mature mechanical replacement technology. With mechanical organs, it is possible to reduce or even stop food intake without endangering life."

Barely finishing the manuscript like a schoolboy memorizing a text, Ivan looked at the homeless man, and had no expectations in his heart, waiting for his refusal.

"So, you have mastered a kind of safe mechanical modification technology that the government and Stark Group don't have, and can turn people into cyborgs?

This is ridiculous! If this is true, then I will definitely participate in your experiment, and I will call you Daddy in the future."

In the tramp's look of hell, Ivan lifted the mimic skin on his body, allowing one hand to shift between pots and pans and guns and swords.

"Damn! It's true! ”

After the shock, the homeless man looked at Ivan with a longing expression, full of hope and even his voice trembled a little:

"What price will I have to pay to receive your bounty? I can pay for anything! All! ”

Seeing that the feedback was so good, Ivan silently made the slave treaty he envisioned a little harsher:

"You've got to work for me for five years, and you've got to do whatever I've asked you to do for those five years. There's no guaranteed salary, but if you make money, I'll give you more than half."

"I do! You are a saint nobler than Jesus! ”

The homeless man bowed his head and made up his mind in his heart: I, Mike Peterson, would like to go to the soup for adults for generations!

Martin Lee, Mr. Negative, is also self-consciously the number one person in the New York underworld, but he has been in trouble for the last few days.

A few of his younger brothers who are watching the scene have been getting together lately and sneaking around at night, and the number of people who have run away has also been increasing, and it has exceeded ten in the past two days!

Thinking that he had superpowers to protect himself, Martin, who was a master of art, quietly followed these little brothers on a night tour by himself, wanting to find out.

After twisting and turning, Martin followed his younger brothers to a large clearing in Hell's Kitchen.

In the middle of the open space, there was a simple booth and dozens of rows of simple seats, surrounded by dozens of uniformly dressed men, who handed out a can of beer and a note with the seat number to everyone who entered.

"Could it be that I'm wrong to blame these little brothers? Are they just here for an Oktoberfest-like event? ”

After observing for a while, and finding no danger, Martin also mixed in with the crowd, and shouted to the big man as others shouted, 'Flesh and blood are weak, and the machine is ascending', and received the beer and the number.

As the night deepened and the moon brightened, the originally empty open space was also crowded, and the later ones had no seats but to stand around.

Martin counted carefully, I am afraid that there are 54,000 people crowded here.

He gradually sensed that something was wrong: how could a large gathering of four or five thousand people be so quiet?

Moreover, several people around him sat almost identically, and their faces were expressionless, as if. Robot?

In the middle of the moon, there was suddenly a lean black man in the booth in the middle, shouting in a loud voice like a broadcast:

"Good evening, comrades-in-arms, and preparatory comrades who have not joined us but are longing for it!

I'm Mike Peterson, so I'll be the opener today! ”

Mike told his story in a muffled voice.

Retired after losing a leg on the battlefield. My wife died of illness, owed a lot of debts for her treatment, went bankrupt and wandered, and the tragic experience earned me enough tears.

After that, he called on several people from different backgrounds to come to the stage to tell his tragic story, and the main line was to criticize the capitalists and criticize the authorities.

After arousing the empathy of most people, Mike roared in anger:

"It was America who failed us, it was those capitalists who deceived and squeezed our last drop of blood!

They exploit our value and then lend us money and leave us in debt;

They used finance, bribery and other means to manipulate state and national legislatures, so that the country no longer belongs to the American people but to a few rich people;

They have inflated housing prices and saddled us with decades of long-term debt, leaving us in chronic anxiety and afraid to resist.

Now, we're going to say no to them!

Now that we have completed our glorious evolution, we will no longer be deceived by the sugar-coated shells of those capitalists, and will be intimidated by their livelihood with debt!

We are the masters of this country! ”

"Whoa, oh!" "Hooray!"

The overwhelming tremors were all a little deaf.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next is our leader, the great man, the Master, our great and merciful head, the Chosen One, Lord Ivan!"

Ivan descended from the sky with his sixty-centimeter belly energy cannon, causing cheers like ocean waves.

"Everyone, I, we!"

Ivan waved his hand domineeringly, and the audience immediately fell silent.

It may be that the sequence of the mechanical head is really a bit of a 'head', and Ivan feels that his speech level has been greatly improved in just ten days.

Now he speaks impassionedly and to the heart, especially for this group of robots:

"We fall, we fall, we fall, we fall!

The capital group led by Stark thought that in this way they could eat our flesh and drink our blood with peace of mind.

But we are exalted by the way of machinery, exalted by the divine gift of Megatron!

Now, it's time for revenge on them. Ladies and gentlemen, I love war, and only war can make those who think they are high fall into the dirt!

Robots are fearless! ”

Oh no, this group of people is going to rebel!

Ivan's generous speech on the stage continued, and Martin was scared into a cold sweat and his heart was racing.

While everyone was listening attentively to the speech on the stage, Martin quietly wanted to slip away.

But as soon as his ass left his seat, he was surrounded by a group of people with red eyes. A large number of electric shockers ejected from the hands of these pink eye patients, and it only took a moment to subdue Martin.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, Martin's mind echoed Ivan's direct speech:

"Tomorrow, Stark Expo, let the world see our power!"

On the second floor of Jessica's small building, although Stark has forgiven Li Hao's debts, he is still ready to live here for another month or two because he has no money in his hand.

After watching Ivan's domineering speech from God's perspective, Li Hao is quite looking forward to tomorrow's expo.

Moreover, it can be said that it was a small fight before, and it did not attract attention.

But this time, thousands of cyborgs who had accepted the power of their own dimension were created, and the New York Temple and the Ancient One still didn't react.

This made Li Hao's heart feel at ease, no matter what the ancient one's thoughts and intentions were, he should not be expelled from the earth.

Now I can sleep soundly.

Stark Tower, 89th floor.

Tony, who had just taken a cold shower, shaved in front of the mirror and flicked his hair a few times from time to time.

"Jarvis, is the assembly of the Anti-Ivan Warframe complete?"

"Yes, sir. The task was completed thirteen minutes ago and is being sprayed. There are still 4 hours and 20 minutes to assemble the Mark VII, and you can complete it by waking up tomorrow. ”

Tony nodded in satisfaction and walked to his 190-square-meter bed.

With the anti-Ivan armor, if you meet that Ivan Vanko again, you will definitely be able to beat him up and get back to the previous field!

Confident in his first set of anti-someone's armor, Tony fell into a sweet sleep.

Changed most of it.

The title should have been the first line of the melody we are most familiar with:

Get up, don't ......

No more waves in the future.

(End of chapter)