Chapter 178 I hope you don’t know how to praise

At a cafe on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, DC, it seems like a very ordinary breakfast time, but there are only two people sitting in the corner of the restaurant. If you turn your attention to the Chevrolet Cruze parked outside the restaurant and a ticket in a black suit holding it On the black bodyguard standing guard with a carbine, you might be able to know why no one came to this restaurant.

   "What's so special, how did these media become like this!"

  Fisher, who was reading the newspaper, was grumbling dissatisfiedly.

   "Tell a joke, the media people in the capital world are fair and just!"

  An old man sitting on the opposite side of the small round table elegantly cut the omelette on the plate, put it in his mouth, chewed twice, and then took the handkerchief on the side and wiped his mouth.

"So, Congress is sure to win Stark's new toy!" Fisher closed the newspaper, and then the beautiful waitress in a little black dress and suit uniform came over with a breakfast, very careful Put the tray on the table.

   "Thank you!" Fisher nodded to the waitress, thanking him, then picked up the knife and fork by himself, and cut the steak and eggs from the plate.

  "Isn't Atlas not interested in that thing?" The old man smiled and took a sip of the coffee on the table.

   "Interested, just interested, my subordinates don't need to wear those things all over the world to maintain peace, heavy exoskeleton and heavy armor are enough!"

   "It's a pity, speaking of it, I still want them to present this year's award to you!"

"Oh, that prize, forget it. I don't want the Nobel Peace Prize. Besides, you are awarded to Tony Stark every year, didn't the other party still come every year?" Fisher swallowed his food and drank again. The milk went smoothly.

   "I think the hearing you are going to do is cool, and that suit of armor can only be called Iron Man if it is combined with Stark!"

   "It's best to do this, just to teach those guys who want to climb up all day a lesson, you know, this time the lead is the Stern!"

  "I guessed it, yes, Mr. Speaker, your mother at Christmas asked you to go to Long Island. We will spend time together!"

"Okay, I will wear Catherine and Abigail at that time!" The old man took out his wallet, put the money and tips on the table, then patted Fisher on the shoulder, and then he was guarded by the bodyguard. Get on the Chevrolet.

   Tell another joke, capitalist society does not care about human relations.

  Having an uncle who is the Speaker of the House of Representatives saved a lot of trouble for Fisher invisibly, and at the same time saw a lot of jokes. For example, this time, the House of Representatives will hold a hearing on Stark's battle armor.

Fisher estimated that this might also be due to Stark’s recent popularity. Since the Hulk incident and monster attacks have saved many people, Stark’s own fans have skyrocketed. Of course, most of them are still Female fans and children, young people, especially the 996 social animals every day, can only swipe their phones while commuting to get off work, and then say that they can be heroes even if they have Taiwan armor.

  Ordinary people can only drool with envy, but the military is different from some institutions. They want to get a real machine to experience it for themselves.

  "Not for sale!" Stark's attitude is also very clear. Steel suits are not for sale. How far do you go!

  Stark’s attitude makes certain black leaders of certain organizations and those friends who wear masks behind him unhappy. You Stark started selling arms from your father, but now you say you don’t sell? The watch stands the archway?

In addition, Fisher’s exoskeletons were sold everywhere before, and a small-scale arms race in various countries began. A bunch of countries on the United States’ own blacklist have also begun to tinker with exoskeletons, hoping to take out similar samples. The US military, which must lead in everything, is also anxious.

   "It's Mr. Fisher, isn't it?"

  After finishing breakfast, Fisher was about to go to the airport with a newspaper in his suit, a black Bentley car parked in front of him, and then a beast in a suit and leather shoes walked off the car.

   "What's the matter?"

   "Someone wants to see you!"

   "Haha!" Fisher lifted up the suit and put it on his shoulders. Since he served in the military, no one has dared to talk to him like this. Why, wearing gold glasses and wearing a suit is an adult?

   "No!" Fisher folded the newspaper a few times at random and stuffed it into the trash can on the side, turned around and left. As a result, several big men in suits walked down from Bentley and stopped in front of him.

   "Mr. Fisher, our boss wants to meet you sincerely, and please don't be ignorant of praise!"

   "fvckoff!" Fisher's **** responded to the man in the suit.

   "Stop him!" A few big men in suits were about to step forward to surround Fisher, but a police car drove over at the corner of the street.

   "Mr. Fisher, do you need help?" The five-big and three-thick police officer walked out of the car with a kf5 submachine gun on his chest.

"I suspect that these guys smelt copper and aluminum to sell silver and leave it to you, police officer!" Fisher patted the face of the gold wire glasses, then shook hands with the police officer, and then left the scene, leaving only The next four or five police officers slowly approached the guys with their weapons.

   "Don't panic, our boss is Mr. Justin!" The man with golden glasses still pretended to be calm, he walked up to the police and assumed a haughty posture.

   "My boss is..."

  "Bump!" Oncoming is the all-iron submachine gun butt.

"This is DC, baby, here you can scold the president, but you can't mess with that gentleman!" The sheriff bared his white teeth, "Now, you better pray that the black buddies in the prison don't like your little white faces! "

   "Our boss is... Justin Hammer, you can't eat it!"

   "Justin Hammer?" The sheriff chuckled, "Sorry, our boss is the federal government!"

I'm afraid Justin didn't expect that his domineering stink in New York also infected his men. His first thought was that his men would invite Fisher to his private plane very politely, and then the two of them would Stark. In-depth discussions on the issue of the battle armor, Fisher was finally moved by his sincerity, and the two reached a consensus.

  It’s just that Hanmer, who was waiting at the airport, didn’t wait for his men to arrive. Instead, he saw the C17 transport plane modified by the Titan soaring up into the sky on the runway on the other side of the airport.

  Next, he received a call from the Washington Police Department.

   "What? Didn't I let them invite people? Why did they invite me to jail, and also committed the crime of smelting copper and aluminum and selling silver?" Justin suddenly felt that things were not right!

   "Damn it, these guys!"

  (End of this chapter)