Chapter 197 Close the coffin board tightly!

  "Missiles are coming!" A steel soldier clinging to Stark's six o'clock opened the magazine, ejected two missiles, and flew towards Stark and Rhodes.

   "Leave it to me!" Rhodes, who was alerted, activated his own countermeasure system for his suit.

The magazine on the back of the war machine bounced, and two boxes of hot traps popped out without money. The goddess scattered flowers in the sky and sprinkled two trails of light evenly. Then the two Sidewinder missiles gave up the blurry front. The heat signal turned and slammed into the heat source closest to him.

  "These equipments are not bad!" Rhodes ostentatiously, by the way, he controlled the cannon to explode several steel soldiers in the air.

"It's uglier!" Stark is too lazy to bother about the aerodynamic shape and other issues. Anyway, Li Dazhufei, he cares about the color, why did Rhode choose silver and black? Is it because he is Negro?

"Why don't you spray a big-breasted dandy **** your chest?" Stark turned around and opened his palm cannon. Then the small magazine on his shoulders opened, shooting out a row of mini missiles, and hitting another wave of approaching steel soldiers. He took Rhodes into a big dive, and distanced himself from the remaining pursuers.

"The air force rules have changed! The painting can't be too outrageous!" Rhodes curled his lips. He really wanted to paint Beyoncé or Taylor Swift on the shoulder armor, but because of the regulations, he couldn't paint anymore* *, so he could only quietly drew a small Q version of War Machine on it.

   "Then spray I love Stark again!" Tony said with a grin.

   "Then I might as well write that Gears of War is super handsome 12138!" Rhodes rolled his eyes unhappily. Everyone is a straight steel man. Why don't you write me Love Rod on the Stark building?

  When the two were chatting and cleaning up the mobs in the air, the battle on the ground almost got out of control because of the dead American people.

It’s really not casual to talk about the simple American folk style. At first, facing the missiles and shells flying over their heads, everyone was frightened and ran away, but as Iron Man attracted hatred, they started to come out from nowhere. Dui robots began to fight back, and the American people, who were conscious of their lives, stopped immediately and took out their mobile phones to open the live broadcast.

  In addition to these live broadcasts, many guys held their middle fingers and yelled at the steel soldiers. Some even picked up the bits and pieces at their feet and smashed them.

When these robots were designed, Justin thought about the possibility of attacking the protesters. Therefore, Ivan Vanke managed it well. After he handed over the control to the system, many steel soldiers revealed themselves after landing. Equipped with stun guns, fishing nets, and contraction sticks under the arms, they suppressed the hapless ones according to the plan.

"This!" Fisher, who was watching from a long distance, couldn't help but give Justin a thumbs up. He is a standard capitalist. The steel soldier did not forget to put the soul chicken soup when he held a big stick and smoked people. What is good for you, think Thinking of parents, wives and children, 996 Fubao earning money to support the family, and wholeheartedly serving the company.

In short, dozens of steel soldiers brought down dozens of well-dressed and successful people, plus some people behind with blood. Now these old men have covered their bleeding noses, mouths, or body wounds and wailing on the ground. The steel soldiers continued their suppression until they were sifted with machine guns by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Forces that arrived later before they fell.

Justin, who saw this scene next to the monitor, drew it directly. Tiandi conscience. When he designed this function at the time, he only took into account the needs of the police department in the future. After all, there have been more and more walkouts recently. Market demand! But those who are beaten are not unemployed people. Tickets for the fair cost hundreds of dollars, let alone tourists. As a result, these people were beaten up as mobs. Justin can already think of how the media will comment on him in the future. I am envious of Rockefeller's brutal suppression of strikers, but no one in modern society dares to do this! Now that he makes such a show in front of the camera, he is afraid that he won't be able to turn over in three hundred years! If the previous firefight and loss of control only dug a grave for him, then what these steel soldiers are doing now is to cover him with soil and still shoot very real porcelain.

   "Mom messed with Fak!"

  Nick Fury, who was speechless while watching the show, sighed, and then greeted the agents who had arrived urgently for reinforcements to start to help. After all, these guys who were beaten were considered American taxpayers.

   "Head, we don’t have enough manpower!"

   "Then find someone to help, nypd, security, in short, don't have any more casualties!"

   "Yes, sir!" The Aegis agent led away.

   "Hold on, and also, find Stark for me!"

  After arranging the work, Nick Fury looked at the scattered steel parts at his feet and picked up a piece at random. It turned out that these parts were not only rough in workmanship, but also of low quality, and the protective effect was even worse than his bulletproof windbreaker!

Thinking that the funds he secretly saved were so cleanly deceived by unscrupulous capitalists, Nick Fury couldn’t help but want to pull out his Glock and give that guy a shot, horse. For those funds, S.H.I.E.L.D. His breakfast has changed from twenty-four dishes to twenty dishes. I had known that it would be better to place an order for the giant, although Fisher every time clamored about cost overflow, price rises, stock market plummets and so on, the purchase price Let me mention four or five times, but at least the quality is no problem. The special forces used the exoskeleton and missile rocket launchers they purchased before.

  Not to mention the rebates. Atlas’ rebates are all based on the percentage of the purchase cost, and Hanmer Industries’ rebates are not enough to repair half of the bunker.

   Blame Stark! Ma's Fakxia has already thought about it. If he doesn't put Starkla on his chariot in this wave, he will be sorry for the money he spent before!

  As for the battle clothes, Furui also wants to understand, that stuff should be left in Stark's hands. If anyone is really looking for mass production, let alone the price, he is really worried about the quality! For example, Justin's goods, Furui felt that he went to San Fernando Valley to find a few black stalks and can pierce these thin iron pieces with a little effort. You might as well be made of engineering plastics!

  If Justin who fainted knows that he will still cry. You cry every day and ask for all kinds of requirements. I think of a way to satisfy you and still not satisfied, and now I dislike this dislike, if you can make it yourself!

  (End of this chapter)