Chapter 193 What's the matter with you?

   "La la la la la la..."

Happy tossing a stack of banknotes to the beautiful woman sleeping beside him, Justin wiped the lipstick mark on his face. Recently happy events have come to the door. First, he successfully improved Tony Stark's suit (thought he himself). From the point of view of a weapon expert (self-appointed), he felt that Stark was wasting.

  Steel suit, such a good carrier platform Stark is equipped with a few weapons. This is a crime against the payload. In his opinion, a suit that cannot be used as a bomb truck is not a good suit.

After transforming the original luxurious high-tech prosthesis into a war machine, Justin happily pulled over the graphic models that Stark had slept with before. Stark spent the night with a pair of twins, so he would have two pairs. In short , Stark has played it all, he has to play it all over again, and he has more tricks than Stark, just to prove that he is not worse than Stark!

Oh, yes, and dress up. In order to pay tribute to being an idol, Justin decided not to wear his favorite gray suit tonight, but to wear the same black style of Stark, and even the glasses were changed from elegant gold silk. Become a black frame, he has decided that he will step on Stark's path tonight!

  Although it is the opening of Stark’s expo, the protagonist is Justin. He has already inquired that Stark hasn’t moved much recently. It should be that the attack that day made him start to doubt himself, presumably he will not be on stage tonight.

   "Tom, how are the arrangements?"

"It's all deployed, sir! Just Ivan and the technicians have confirmed that everything is normal for those armors!" The driver hurriedly swallowed the hot dog in his mouth, and then handed over the co-pilot's script and process arrangements. .

"Well, yes, the tone here needs to be strengthened, here is a little pause!" Looking at the top-notch script carefully crafted by dozens of screenwriters, Justin nodded in satisfaction and rehearsed in the car. With such a dedicated attitude, Si Tucker burst into tears when he saw it.

  Just as Justin was rehearsing seriously, suddenly the car slammed into a sudden stop, and Justin was caught off guard and hit the backrest hard.

   "What's the matter, Tom?"

   "Sir, the road is blocked!" the driver explained in a panic.

   "It's blocked? It's all at the Expo, let them make way for me!" Justin was furious. America who dared to block his way was not born yet!

The driver hurriedly jumped out of the car and walked towards the heavy truck covered with a tarp that was in front of his car. Because of his vision, Justin only saw the driver walking past proudly, and then covered it within two minutes. He ran back crying and crying.

   "What's the matter?" Justin only felt hot on his face. To hit his driver in the face was to hit him in the face. To hit him in the face was to ignore the U.S. government!

  This time I changed to Justin, and he wanted to use his white gloves to slap those rude villagers.

   "You guys, who hit me... the driver!"

The tall heavy transporter blocked Justin’s sight. He didn’t realize that in front of him was a huge convoy of trucks of the same type until he bypassed the first transporter, and the second heavy truck was at the end of the convoy. Above, several staff in white uniforms were busy going up and down on an unidentified object covered by a tarp.

When the angry Justin walked over, the staff were uncovering the tarp covering the body of the car. Before Justin finished speaking, he saw a barrel thicker than his own head coming from the tarp. Stretched out.

  "What did you just say?" A staff member took off the eyepiece on his face and looked at Justin under the truck in confusion. He was busy starting up just now and didn't hear what the other party said.

"I..." Justin was about to give way to the opponent when he saw the gun barrel suddenly rise, and then slide down with the tarp, revealing the guy's original appearance, which is a giant c12 main fighter mech. Was transported to participate in the exposition.

The feeling of being stared at by the flashing blue c12 capture camera is very bad, especially when seeing the guy’s missile pod and the red warhead on the cannon ball chain, Justin cursed in his heart. These guys turned out to be armed and transferred, so they are not afraid of accidents. NS?

  "I'm just here to ask, can you give me a little bit?" Justin, who was piled with professional smirks, inadvertently glanced at the trucks in front of him. Those tarps covered should be similar things.

  "Excuse me, sir, because our heavy-duty flatbed trucks are not allowed in the park, so we can only let the equipment in on foot! You should wait!"

"Walking in?" Justin was dumbfounded. The products of the Hanmer Group had been secretly sent to the main exhibition hall of the Expo last night. He was waiting to give everyone a surprise at night. You go in so openly. What are the meanings? Place?

   Before Hanmer could speak, a few civilian-painted Stallion King helicopters flying in the sky hulled over vehicles, and the Atlas logo was painted on the helicopters.

   "You guys, don't you think about safety?" Justin can already think of how many people's eyes will be attracted by such a fanfare transition. Then, what about the surprise of his preparation?

  "Safety, consider what kind of safety, the insurance of weapons is our finger!" The technicians of Titan left with a smile, and they have other cars to unload.

  "Boss, what shall we do now?" The driver, who was covering his face, asked pitifully when he returned to the car.

"It's okay, don't panic! We have a great chance of winning!" Justin waved his hand. He still has a secret weapon, the war machine. The driver of this suit transformed from Mark II is Air Force Colonel Rhodes. Come to stand in line, the final winner is definitely him!

"Hehehehe..." Driven by the smiling Justin, his driver also turned to laughter, and when the flatbed truck was unloaded, he drove towards the gate, only to see the pile of people in the gate surrounded by the c12 The reporters and photographers around the mecha, Justin broke again!

That’s rubbish, worth millions of **** things. My Steel Corps is a good thing. You can figure it out. Even though you want to pull the collars of the reporters and drag them to the warehouse you set up under the exhibition hall. Look at his proud work worth 120 million yuan, but for the effect of the show, Justin can only comfort himself with tears in his heart. Now those guys are all out of the chassis, and he can find the venue by himself in the evening. What Justin Hammer hadn't thought about at all was, what if the opponent had a better hole card at night?

  (End of this chapter)