"Patrick Remus, 45 years old, participated in the Gulf War, the Iran-Iraq War, the Kosovo War, the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars, and has made many achievements on the front line."

Listening to the information coming from the other end of the communication channel, Ian was silent for a while, it was hard to imagine that a normal person could withstand such a high-intensity war.

"Although Patrick himself has made many military exploits on the front line and won a lot of medals, he is very low-key in his homeland, so he is very popular, but he usually acts overseas."

"This year, after the establishment of the Justice League, the White House transferred a group of brave generals who fought overseas back to China in response to the wave of superheroes emerging at home, and Patrick was one of them, and was promoted to lieutenant general."

"This military operation, although it was Patrick's own plan, was tacitly allowed by the White House bureaucrats and gave him the green light."

Ian lifted his forehead and sighed, he was completely deceived by that guy this time he capsized in the gutter.

While the monarch family isn't a good thing either, as an entity, they have their own interests, and they won't provoke a formidable opponent like the Justice League until they have leveled the political factions within the United States.

And the mysterious General Patrick, not necessarily.

Ian even suspects that his identity is fake, and although the United States is starting to decline, at home, no matter how noisy these generals are, it is impossible to form a new government.

Losing under Ian would not do anyone any good, except for triggering a greater conflict between the Justice League and the government.

"Where is his family?"

Ian suddenly realized that he didn't seem to hear anything about Patrick's family.

The person on the other end of the communication channel immediately replied: "This general is an orphan and has no parents. Although he had many lovers, he did not have a formal wife, let alone offspring, and even had no illegitimate children. ”

"Such an abnormal person, no one doubts his origin?" Ian's head was full of question marks.

"All I can say is that they play with more stuff than you can imagine. As for not marrying and promiscuity, it is not a stain at all. Moreover, Patrick is overseas all the year round, who would care about such a person. ”

"Okay!"

Ian didn't care too much about it, and instead asked, "Where is he now?" I'm going to see him. ”

"Washington, I'll send you the exact location right away!"

Washington, Southern Industrial Technology Co., Ltd.!

It took Ian only ten minutes to travel halfway across the United States to the nation's capital and find the famous defense contracting company.

"South? That's not a good word in the United States. ”

Ian fell from the sky under the shocked gaze of pedestrians, looked at the company's large billboard, and wrinkled his nose.

Noticing the crowd gathering around him, he shook his head and headed towards the building.

The gates of the Southern Company were not strictly scrutinized, or the security guards guarding the gate had recognized the famous superhero, but Ian was not hindered.

"Hey, this front desk lady!"

Ian came to the counter, knocked on the table, smiled and asked the girl at the front desk, "I want to see General Patrick Remus, or someone called Sergeant Iron Hand, can you help me ask what floor they are?" ”

The front desk quickly sank into Ian's sunny smile, her eyes shining, she reached for the phone, and was scolded by the boss on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, neither of them can see you!"

The girl at the front desk looked at Ian and even felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay!"

Ian smiled and waved, left the front desk, and walked towards the elevator himself.

He said to the white-collar workers who were squeezing the elevator: "Gentlemen, ladies, don't be in such a hurry, please make way for me." ”

Everyone looked back at Ian, who was squeezing forward, and heard him say, "Today is your lucky day, I'm here to trouble your boss, so you don't have to go to work!" ”

These sleepy-eyed white-collar workers didn't react at first, until the dinging of the elevator door woke them up, and these numb people realized that there was a big problem.

"Get out of here now!"

Ian waved his hand, and the office workers crowded in front of the elevator door turned around and ran, and a few fell in the middle.

If it weren't for Ian's presence, there would have been a few unlucky people who would have been trampled here today.

Although the person who told them to get out of the way was also Ian. But if there is a fight for a while, no one will care whether they live or die.

Bite!

The elevator doors close and the elevator heads to the top floor, and it's no secret that this kind of structure diagram of a large company is made.

Ian stood in the elevator, the sound of the wind in his ears, and he heard the sound of uniform footsteps echoing across the floor, the sound of guns loaded, and the voices of officers commanding soldiers

That's where his goal lies.

Ian looked at the numbers rising on the elevator screen, touched his ears, and pulled out the golden boomerang.

He touched the edge of the golden boomerang and muttered, "Oh, it's better to use just one point, if those soldiers have their heads blown out, the scene will still be disgusting." ”

The numbers on the elevator screen stopped jumping, the two doors opened a gap, and Ian sniffed the sweat on the soldiers and made a disgusted expression.

Shout!

The golden boomerang turned into golden light and flew out of the gap.

The soldier guarding the elevator door nervously waited for the battle to begin, pressed his finger on the trigger, and a drop of sweat fell from his forehead, soaking the mask.

The elevator door opened, and the soldiers in the first row pulled the trigger directly.

Hundreds of bullets left the gun in an instant, making a screeching sound in the small space and hitting the elevator door.

But the dazzling golden light lit up, and all the bullets were bounced off by the boomerang, and before the soldiers could react, a large bag appeared on their heads, and they lay unconscious on the ground.

Ian stepped out of the elevator, and the officers behind him shouted, "Hold your line, brothers." Don't let this demon walk by. ”

Faced with the splashed bullets, Ian only yawned and even stretched.

As soon as the bullets approached his body, they were bounced off by the boomerang that bounced back and forth on the wall, knocking out the soldiers who were huddled in the hallway.

When the firearm was ineffective, some soldiers pulled out grenades, stimulated by the sound of gunfire.

"Wow, now is not the time to use these big guys!"

Ian saw the grenades in the soldier's hand, flicked his fingers, and fired wind bullets and threw the grenades out of the window.

Bang!

The grenade exploded in mid-air, and the flames and shockwaves captured everyone's attention.

Ian turned his head to look, fists clenched, steel and cement squeezing inward, blocking all entrances downstairs.

When he had finished, all the soldiers were stunned by the golden boomerang and fell to the ground unconscious with their bags full of bags.

Ian raised his hand to catch the boomerang and shoved it into his ear, and the boomerang disappeared instantly.

He looked at the corpses around him, thinking of the battle that might break out next, and stomped his right foot on the ground, and the solid floor instantly became like a swamp, swallowing the soldiers and throwing them downstairs.

As the soldiers vanished, Ian stepped forward, looked at the name tag on the office door, and was the first to find the Iron Sergeant.

Click!

He clenched his fist and punched out, directly punching a hole in the office door reinforced with steel, pulling it outward, directly tearing the door through the middle.

"Don't you know that there is a kind of politeness in this world called knocking? Or are you superheroes barbarians who don't know how to be polite? ”

The Iron Sergeant sat in his office chair, looking at the door that had been torn open in the middle, his face twitching as it still had Ian's fist prints.

Ian smiled slightly, raised his hand to the Iron Sergeant, and shook it violently.

The iron sergeant, who pretended to be calm, changed his face instantly, his mouth opened wide, like a fish out of water, his face was suffocated purple, and his hands grabbed his neck, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Alas, it's still Rong En's psychic ability, it's more convenient to interrogate others!"

Ian looked at the Iron Soldier who was about to be suffocated and shook his head: "I should learn from him, and I won't have to torture others next time!" ”

He muttered to himself for a while before finally letting go of his hand.

Iron hands plopped on the ground, fell to his knees, gulped in the air, vomited a stream of acid water in his throat, and could not say a word.

"Say it!"

Ian walked up to the Iron Sergeant and kicked him to the ground.

"If you want me to answer a question, you have to give a question first!"

The Iron Hand Sergeant looked at Ian, who was pressing down like a mountain, and quickly raised his hand to beg for mercy.

Although he was not afraid of death, he recalled the feeling of suffocation just now, and he was afraid of the possible torture.

"Don't you know what I'm going to ask?"

Ian sat down on the table, picked up the photograph on it, and saw a group of soldiers, including Sergeant Iron and General Patrick in front of him.

The Iron Sergeant, who was still having some difficulty breathing, stood up with difficulty, and his head was still a little dizzy because of the lack of oxygen.

"If you want to know the ins and outs of what happened, you should go to Patrick yourself, he's on this floor, not to bully me as a normal person."

"Are you an ordinary person?"

Ian sneered.

"At least I'm a loyal and patriotic soldier." Sergeant Iron Hands insisted on this.

Ian glanced him up and down and said, "Then you don't love the specific American people!" ”

"Alright."

Ian didn't give the Iron Sergeant a chance to argue, and said bluntly, "Of course I'll go to Patrick, but before I do that, I need to figure out your role in this matter." ”

"Let's start with that Amazon woman, where did you find her?"

Looking at Ian, who was pressing over, the Iron Sergeant took two steps back and hurriedly said, "In order to save my life, I really want to tell you where that Amazon woman came from." But that's what Patrick is responsible for, and I'm really just a soldier who does what he is told. ”

"Maybe!"

Ian moved his ears and kicked the Iron Sergeant in the stomach, sending him flying.

And behind this person, there happened to be a popping channel, and the Iron Hand Sergeant rolled directly in, and was firmly tied up by the waiting superheroes.

"Ian, do you need help?" Superman: They talk to Ian through the blast channel.

Ian waved his hand: "No, I'll just deal with the troublesome things." I'm not a good person in public opinion anyway. ”

He repeatedly insisted that Superman and the others should stay honestly in the Hall of Justice and listen to Batman's orders, and then closed the pop channel.

The next moment, General Patrick, dressed in military uniform, walked into the office of the Iron Sergeant, staring at Ian for a moment.

"Breaking into someone else's company like this, injuring someone else's soldiers, and kidnapping my deputy, this is not the way to be a guest."

General Patrick looked at the messy office, and his face instantly turned gloomy.

"I'm not here!"

Ian sat on the Iron Sergeant's table, not intending to move, his hands on his chest, scanning the man, trying to see through his body.

"And, when did the American military allow a general to own a large company in a private capacity and become a contractor for the Department of Defense?"

"At least no one has come out against it."

General Patrick didn't seem to care.

"Maybe it's because no one knows that you're the owner of this company, and they don't know that you're planning this Amagna attack."

Ian didn't see anything wrong with Patrick, he looked like a normal person.

"What do you want so hard? War? Even if you go to war, you may not be promoted. ”

Patrick shook his head: "I have no interest in money and power. ”

Ian nodded, believing his words, "So what you want is the war itself." This isn't like a normal human being, and if I'm not mistaken, you're probably some kind of war-dependent being or ...... God? ”

He finally thought of Cersei's reminder, and suddenly figured out the identity of the guy in front of him.

"Ares, the Greek god of war. Who else but you, a madman, would target those women on Paradise Island like that? ”

The expression on Patrick's face quickly disappeared, as if he was just a masked person just now, and now he revealed his true appearance.

"Women, the tigresses on Paradise Island, can they also be considered women?"

Speaking of Amazons, Patrick or Ares had a look of disgust on his face.

Ian also looked at Ares with disgust, and said coldly: "As long as Paradise Island is still under the control of the Olympian gods, the Amazons will always be women." ”

"Moreover, are you going to announce the conspiracy of this matter to the outside world yourself, or will you announce it after I kill you?"

"Young man, don't be too aggressive. I'm God! ”

Ares was furious at Ian's attitude.

Ian looked at the old guy amusedly, and said with a smile: "I even killed Steppenwolf, kill you old thing, what's it." This is Earth, not your fourth dimension, and it is not difficult for me to kill you. ”

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