Chapter 185 This is a farce

   "What we are talking about is your battle suit problem, not forcing a good into a prostitute!"

   "Of course, I think this issue should be discussed by the police officers of the Special Administrative Region!"

  The congressman put his hand on his forehead in silence, and he felt that his final ending should be to be alive and well.

"Okay, let's put aside the conversation between us! After all, I am not a weapon expert, and I don't know anything about weapons, so let's have several weapon experts here today. Let's listen to what they say! I want to summon. Mr. Fisher Adams, he has a well-deserved authority on high-tech weapons!"

  Fisher dropped his jacket on the chair at will, then took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses without prescription from his pocket and put it on.

   "Sorry everyone, I think wearing glasses might make me more authoritative!" Fisher straightened the glasses, then took a small projection device and walked to the center of the hall.

  "Ahem, first of all, before discussing the issue of weapons, I want to talk about how we should define prostheses!" Fisher turned on the projection device, and then asked several staff members to pull over a whiteboard.

"Look, everyone, this is the current assistive device developed by Titan for patients with physical disabilities!" Fisher pulled out a few pictures, with bionic arms or lower limbs, and then released a few pictures of disabled people using these metal prostheses to do some complex movements. picture of.

"These devices can make up for their physical defects and allow them to live like normal people, just like Mr. Stark's high-tech prosthetic limbs! And middle-aged men like Mr. Stark, when they were young, they have lost their lives. The age of 40 or 50 is not enough, so the use of high-tech prosthetic limbs is also very normal, isn't it?"

   "Uh..." Stark touched his moustache. Although he felt that the other party was helping him, why didn't he feel that he was saying something good?

  "Mr. Fisher, I would like you to tell you clearly that Mr. Stark’s suit has weapons!" The congressman retorted.

"Weapon?" Fisher showed an atmospheric expression, and then released a strange picture of a wheelchair. It was a very ordinary electric wheelchair. Except for the large-caliber shotgun mounted on the two handles, other electric wheelchairs. It makes no difference.

"Look, everyone. This is a wheelchair used by a 60-year-old disabled man in Montana. Because he lives alone, a few bad guys are watching him, but when the bad guy enters his house, this The old man used the shotgun on the wheelchair to beat the intruders easily!"

  "What does this have to do with the suit?" The councillor knocked on the table again and retorted

"Why is there no connection, Mr. Member, which law stipulates that disabled persons cannot attach weapons to their prosthetic limbs for self-defense? Do disabled persons have no right to use weapons? Are you discriminating against disabled persons, or are you discriminating against us? Constitution!"

"Well said! Mr. Fisher!" An old man in the audience stood up, raised his fist and shouted: "Where can I buy that wheelchair? I recently had rheumatism, but I want to go hunting again. I'm sure of this. convenient!"

  "For purchase, you can follow the official website of Taran Tactical Weapon Customization Company. They will provide you with very personalized customization services. You can get a 20% discount by reporting my name!"

Fisher’s wave of rhythms is flying, and the American folk customs are simple and simple. It is not an exaggeration to say that every household has a gun, even if a 9-year-old girl has a 22-caliber air-operated rifle, plus the beginning of the war in nine years. Constantly, although not many people die every year, but there are still many wounded with lack of arms and legs. Who has never had a friend on the battlefield? What does this congressman mean?

   "I remember, Mr. Stark seemed to have been injured in Afghanistan too!" someone said suddenly.

   "He seems to have been maimed by terrorists, no wonder he wears a prosthetic leg!"

   "Oh~~"

   "It's so pathetic!"

  Fisher, I (sha) loves (ni) you (ma) Stark deliberately excuses a few words, but I feel that it will become darker and darker, and I can only express my inner gratitude to Fisher.

   "Enough, Mr. Fisher, we are in a meeting, not your weapon sales meeting, well, you can go down!" The gavel in the hands of the congressman was almost broken by him.

  "Now, summon the next one, the real weapons expert, who is also the weapons contractor of our Ministry of Defense, Mr. Justin Hammer!"

  Next, Justin Hammer wore a white suit and wore a white suit. He stood up from his seat gracefully and got ready to go on stage. Then Fisher's thoughts stretched and he tripped him.

  So, Justin Hammer performed a flat throw in full view.

   "Oh, that must be very painful!" Looking at Hanmer, who was on the floor, Fisher almost laughed heartbroken.

   "I'm okay, it's okay!" I have to say that he still has a thick-skinned face. Except for a little gray on the white suit, Justin Hammer has nothing to do. He straightened his glasses, patted the gray on his body, and walked up.

When the enemies met, they were extremely jealous. Stark first taunted Justin’s title as a weapon expert, and Justin unceremoniously started Brabra with Daddy Stark, and talked a lot, just accusing Stark. Say one thing and do one thing, but don’t make weapons but make a big killer like battle suits. At the same time, they also said that foreign countries are also making battle suits. Not American!

Then Stark hacked the computer next to the hearing and began to broadcast what Hammer said that advanced technology from other countries, Britain, France, the United States, Russia, Iran, North Korea, and Japan all appeared, and even Fisher saw wearing xs1 ( A simplified version of the ast armor, the figure of the Iraqi special forces used by the servants of the giant gods, and then the main event came, and the picture of Justin Hammer and his experiment appeared on the screen.

"Damn it, who turned off that screen!" The flustered Justin didn't care about making any so-called professional comments. He threw himself in front of the screen and started unplugging one by one, but before the screen was completely turned off, it was still broadcast. After the experiment went wrong, the body of an operator was directly turned 180 degrees.

  "I can explain this. He is not dead, but only slightly injured!" Justin wanted to defend, but the audience booed, and some people even dropped their water bottles and leather shoes.

"Quiet, quiet, well, thank you Mr. Justin Hammer, please send him away, now, the hearing will be suspended for a while!" Stern only felt the sudden jump in his temples, and he should not take two heart-saving pills again. He really has to confess to it. !

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  (End of this chapter)