When Stark's arm raised cheering and welcoming people not far away, a half-dead body in the sky smashed to the ground with the fragments of the exploding steel suit.

Alvin frowned, looking at the unfortunate Kirian with only half of his skeleton skeleton still wanting to stand up and stark, and just wanted to raise his hand to end the battle so as not to disturb Stark's celebration ...

A tall mech warrior jumped up from the corridor of the White House, and his steel feet stomped on Kirian's half of his head with a terrible weight.

Poor Kirian didn't even make the last roar of the villain. He just "clicked" and died completely.

The excited Stark didn't know what was happening yet, and he looked back and saw Ivan standing on Kirian's body and spreading his hands unhappyly, "Hey, Russian, I'm the winner, you can't grab me. Limelight ... "

Ivan took off his helmet, stared at Stark for a few seconds with his shit, and finally spit in his contempt, cursing, "Damn Yankee!"

Alvin looked at Ivan, who suppressed the pain, and Stark's urge to walk towards him, smiled and slapped him, and said, "Stop him, slap him, this time I must stand by you By the way, Stark, the bastard, has grabbed all of us ... "

Ivan, who didn't look very good, heard Alvin's encouragement, froze for a second, then suddenly grinned and squeezed his eyes, and said in a husky voice: "I decided to change time, now we are one Dude ... "

Alvin froze, watching Ivan's mottled mech full of smoke, and the Russian guy seemed to have a handsome smile, and was suddenly moved.

This Russian guy is a really reliable friend, regardless of how bad his character and how irritable he is, but he is there when his friend needs it. This was true for Alvin, and so was Barney's war dogs.

He may not be called a "good guy", but why are his friends "good guys"?

The **** should be together, we are a group ...

Alvin laughed and waved a heavy blow on Ivan's abdomen and gave a "bang" sound, happily shouting: "Yes, we are a group, but your two frozen big noses have been my Turning around in your head, you pulled us down.

Man, next time you remember to air-condition the mech, you look awful before, haha ​​... "

Ivan grinned and operated the mech like a child, leaning on the shoulder of the Ares, and shouted with a smile: "This is our style and we respect us.

Hope your restaurant has wine, we'll finish it today! "

Alvin laughed and greeted Strange, who came with him, and shouted, "Dude, open the door for us, let's go back and open the part ..."

Strinch glanced at the crowd around him, pinching his nose and reluctantly came over and opened a sparkling space door in front of Alvin, and then said to Alvin: "Man, you can't take We use it as a guard, and now Master Wang Yuan is under great pressure.

Master Modu has announced a closed-door meeting with Kama Taj to discuss these matters.

It's a lunatic who loves to torture himself, man. Our lives are terrible. Don't make it too difficult for us. "

Alvin pushed Ivan out of the space gate, slaps Strang's shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile, "This is what I like about you.

But today is a day of celebration, forgetting those bad things.

We are friends, and when you need them, I'm here, I'm in Hell's Kitchen ... "

Strinch smiled and hugged Alvin, and said, "Let ’s get started. There will be beautiful girls on the part, right?

The mage king loves Beyonce, can Stark invite her to join the party? "

Alvin glanced at Stark, who was surrounded by the media, smiled and shook his head, then smiled at Strance and said, "The president of the Stark Group is standing in front of you, and I will immediately Call someone to send an invitation letter.

How about Swift? The fat Wang Yuan loved her so much, it was compensation for him ... "

After listening to a horse-faced smile, Strance became an old woman with a horse-faced face, and gave out a strange "wry" terrible laughter, and then shoved Alvin vigorously and called: "This is only in a dream Some parts, go ahead and run it, Mr. President ... "

………………

When Alvin and his team returned to the Hell's Kitchen to prepare for a part, in a mountain chalet in New Jersey, the Montana senator and a group of new energy with a group of members of Congress trying to divide the Stark Group's new energy project The head of the group sat very nervously discussing something.

The obese Senator Montana stood upright, waving his fat short arms, and said loudly, "We can't sit still, we need to think about how to deal with the situation ..."

Just while Senator Montana wanted to agitate those people aloud, a 127-mm bullet penetrated the wall of the log house and hit i on his chest, flying over half of his chest.

The obese senator looked down at the internal organs still agitating, as well as those disgusting beige fat. He took a few seconds to think of a scream, but it was too late ...

The old black Isaac Johnson and white Jack Payne, who had deceived Bob Lee Swag, pulled out a pistol nervously and hid himself at the corner of the house, while yelling, "Sniper , Get down, get down ... "

The old black Isaac Johnson is a good man who runs around the battlefield all year round. He commanded the bodyguards aloud while whispering, "Damn, it's Bob Lee Swag, who gave him Courage? "

Just as the old black man was talking, a bullet hit Jack Payne's arm, then took his thigh along his curled body.

Jack Penn, who has been acting a little nervous, makes a chicken-like grin with a strange expression and yells: "Oh, beautiful, the best sniper, haha, we are dead ..."

The old black man watched his black brother acting like a neurotic villain, and angrily shouted, "Fuk, shut up Jack, shut up ..."

Jack Payne lowered his voice as if obedient. He used the only intact hand to soak his blood on the ground, looked at it, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and said softly. : "The taste of badass blood is actually no different ..."

The old villain in the corner shrank in the corner, watching his most powerful man swallow the last breath, swearing angrily, and just wanted to order the bodyguards to fight back, a bullet hit his head.

The large-caliber bullet directly shattered the old villain's head, and the splashing blood made the big names in various energy groups scream like little girls.

When they were fighting with power and money in a modern legal society, they might never have thought about what those who really fight with flesh and blood would look like, and now they saw it.

Successive bullets killed several bodyguards who tried to fight back from the window. At this time, a middle-aged man in a decent suit curled his head by the fireplace and didn't care that his expensive suit was stained with black ash and turned dirty He wiped loudly while crying, "We surrender, we surrender, we can talk ..."

As the middle-aged yelled, the gunfire ceased miraculously.

A bodyguard bravely tore off a white tablecloth and tied it to the automatic rifle. He opened the door and extended his hand to lift the rifle a few times.

After nearly half a minute, the terrible sniper still didn't shoot. The bold bodyguard smiled nervously, took a hard spit, looked at the horrified eyes around, and then slowly turned boldly and completely. Opening the door, he waved the rifle tied with a white flag and shouted, "We surrender ..."

Seeing that bold bodyguard action seemed to work, several big men looked at each other, relieved a sigh of relief, and then just wanted to whisper to kill him as soon as the sniper appeared ...

A bullet hit the bodyguard standing in front of the door and re-entered the lucky big man into hell.

The large-caliber bullet interrupted the unlucky ghost's waist, and at the moment when the unlucky bodyguard fell, a figure wearing auspicious clothes rushed over not far from the wooden house and threw a large bag along the open door. Entered the cabin.

Where did the few surviving bodyguards manage the lost person, they almost rushed to the big bag, but everything was late ...

Back to the explosion, Agent Timmons, who flees for 50 meters in an auspicious suit, looked back at the wooden house completely lit by the "supermarket bomb". He didn't know if he was doing it right or not. He did not stop him when purchasing things in the supermarket, although he did not know that those "daily items" were used to make incendiary bombs.

After a few days of getting together, Timmons saw the dark and disgusting side of the so-called big men, like greedy wild dogs chasing their interests without any means.

In contrast, the sad and hopeless side of a true patriot such as Bob Lee Swag made those people look even more abominable, which also prompted him to partner with Bob to complete this "vengeance" for himself, including himself. ".

Now everything seems to be over!

Timmons took off his auspicious suit, pressed the communicator, and said to Bob who didn't know where to hide: "Man, it's over, do you have any plans?"

Bob on the other side of the communicator was silent and said, "The guy named Raymond Redington wants to introduce me to a job.

Avengers, Avengers, I think it suits me, how about you? "

Timmons wrinkled with a funny square face and said with a wry smile, "Fbi is doing an internal inspection. I guess I have to go to the detention center for a while.

Hope they can find me a kinder inmate ... "

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In the Florida detention center, the adult sat on a hard bed across an iron railing and watched the White House picture on the small TV in front of the ward in the distance.

Seeing that Kyrian had been kicked by Ivan's head, the man shook his head helplessly and glanced at his neighbors. He shrugged and crouched down and found a small corner.

The United States of America is nowhere safer than prison!

A young blond man with tattoos looked at the adult and shouted, "Hey, you, it's you. I heard you're the adult's substitute?

Do you look like him?

Can you learn a few words from him? That guy is absolutely cool! "

Talking about the blonde young man still sitting upright, learning from the horror announcement of the adult on TV, he said, "The United States needs education. I am the best teacher ..."

The man looked at the young man who was learning his own appearance. He suddenly stood up with his back straight, as if a goshawk was watching his prey. A wicked smile appeared on Qing Qing's old face, an aura of great villains. Suddenly opened, let a bunch of unlucky eggs about to squat in the kiln take a breath of air.

Facing the suddenly quiet prison, the man slowly turned his eyes and looked around, until the most fierce prisoner had his head down.

The air seemed to freeze under the aura of Manchuria ...

A "Laughter ..." came a laugh, and a curly-haired man in his thirties covered his mouth, as if he couldn't bear to interrupt the adult performance.

Looking at the vulgar gaze of the man, the long-faced man forced to laugh, and said sternly, "Fortunately, all thieves are here, you must not do this in prison.

Marlon Brando went to prison and put away the shelf of the godfather. Besides, you are just a lame stage performer. "

As the curly long-faced man talked, one of him next to him saw a Latino young man with long hair touched his arm and said dissatisfied, "Hey, Scott Lang, you are a terrible asshole.

You have to let him say his lines. His aura is good. We managed to find some fun. You only sentenced to one year, and maybe parole in a few months. You have to think about our feelings. "

Scott Lang glanced at the venturing Manchuria, spreading his hands with a smile and said, "I like Mr. Bean more than stage plays, and my daughter also likes it.

I didn't mean to offend, it was just a goodwill reminder ... "

Speaking of Scott? Laughing and taking a photo of that Latino young man ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ with a smile: "Forget this lame show, and when I go out, I will send you Nicky • Mina's poster.

I hope the bank can forget my debts and wait for me to buy her daughter's favorite toy. Maybe I can send you an inflatable girlfriend, then you will develop! "

The Latin guy was clearly impressed by the big cake painted by Scott Lang. He stood up excitedly and expressed his brotherhood with Scott Lang in a complicated set of gestures, and then said, "You will In which prison, I decided to write a letter to you every day to prevent you from forgetting your promise, haha ​​... "

While Scott Lang was chatting and farting happily with his inmates, the mankind put away his **** and sat down slightly in the corner of the cell with his body folded.

Looking at the cheerful cell, there were still a few young people who peeked at him from time to time. The man with a smile in his eyes said in a voice that he could only hear by himself: "In fact, it is good here, maybe better than the Middle East.

I am the best teacher, hope everyone will not forget me! "