Chapter 725 Progress of Sherlock Holmes's Women's Clothing (12)

  "Ang~~~"

   Amidst the huge roar that seemed to be tearing the eardrum, a dazzling blue beam pierced heavy water vapor and ocean waves, tore a big hole in the dense fog, and hit the drone flying in the air.

  A ball of fire exploded in the air, and while the shock wave pushed away the waves, it also illuminated the sea surface, as well as the bitter face of Stark on the ship in the distance.

Fisher is right. Godzilla is getting more and more angry now, especially after being filled with lasers and plasma from the sky every three to five, Godzilla has become more irritable, so he became an Apex company's drone. After flying to the sea area where the opponent was infested with the Oka device, Godzilla was polite and shot an atomic breath for more than ten kilometers, directly exploding the drone, and then it transferred firepower to a helicopter ten kilometers away. It was scrapped.

  The unwilling Apex technicians sent two more bionic unmanned submarines. As a result, Godzilla was like a dolphin, leaping up in the sea flexibly, and the atom breathed through the sea to complete a double kill.

  Godzilla was not fooled at all. If it weren’t for the mother ship to be far away, I’m afraid everyone would have to soak in the water, and Stark would regret it when he was on the ship. Damn, what about women’s clothing?

Just when Stark was very regretful, the technicians on the ship wanted to change the large sonic transmission device on the ship. That thing could double the sound wave of Oka and extend the distance. double.

   "Thirty nautical miles away, I don't believe it can hit us!"

   Then Godzilla swam over and gave the ship a shot.

  Fortunately, Iron Man was on this ship. Stark immediately used emp to blow up all the electronic equipment of the ship, and the ship that lost power floated on the water like a coffin to express surrender.

  Godzilla saw that the other party gave up running away, he slapped his nose triumphantly, and then left triumphantly.

  After the giant beast like a small island left, the human face of a boat was as gray as death, and the culprit was thrown into the sea directly by everyone, and it was soaked half-dead before being picked up.

   "Mr. Simmons, I think your plan may have to be changed!"

   "Ah, Mr. Stark, don't you know if you have any good suggestions?" Old Simmons also witnessed his botched performance, but he had nothing to do.

   "I, why don't you try other big guys? I remember reading the information before and saying that there is a big moth in Chongguo. She is closer to us!"

"Mosra? It is impossible for the Chongguo government to agree to it!" Simmons snorted coldly. At first he still thought about cooperating with the other party, but when he planned to let the Hong Kong branch to carry out the demolition and relocation in Kowloon. Rejected by the SAR government, he also withdrew his company and turned into the embrace of India.

  His new company was chosen in Mumbai. The Indian government gave him the green light all the way, and even demolished tens of thousands of squares of slums for Apex’s new company, driving away tens of thousands of civilians.

  But what does this have to do with Apex? Master Simmons is a good man. He has hired thousands of workers to build the building, and he can pay hundreds of dollars in wages to the workers every month.

   "Then I have nothing to do! Maybe you can look at what monsters in the Emperor Organization can use!"

  "Are you leaving?"

   "Yes, I will help you find some help, or your ship will feed the sharks!"

   "Thank you so much!"

  Three days later

   "How about this look?"

   "Yes, yes, my DNA has moved!"

  Fisher raised the cold beer in his hand, threw it to the rough back who was standing opposite him, and couldn't help but start laughing.

  Stark kept his promise and invited Fisher to come home for dinner, and in his underground studio, he changed into his own women's clothing.

   "If you want to bet next time, just tell me! This place, I will find it back!"

Stark, wearing a skirt and lipstick, took a gulp of beer (not to mention that Stark didn't pick up things, his father was found back, and he sticks to the tradition of being a der) and quickly took off his clothes. Only a white vest and big pants were left.

   "Jarvis, destroy this thing immediately! Also, delete the video you saved for me too!"

   "Yes, sir!"

  Stark’s loyal old butler threw all his clothes into the incinerator, and then formatted all his memory during this time.

   "Now, there are no women in women's clothing, how many are left?"

   "Let me think about it, it's like Steve, why, do you have an idea?" Fisher saved the photo in his photo album.

   "You must notify me next time you have the opportunity! Now it is estimated that the food is ready, let's go, and show you my mother's craftsmanship. They want to thank you in person!"

   "Then I will be disrespectful!"

  The two left Stark’s studio one after another. On the way, Stark did not forget to talk to Fisher endlessly about how he felt in close contact with Godzilla.

   "You know what, I especially want to build a bigger thing now!"

   "One hundred and twenty-meter steel mecha? It sounds great, what are your plans?"

   "No, that stuff will definitely not work on my own. I am going to call the old man again. Although he can't keep up with the times, he is rich in experience, so he can give me a reference!"

   "Made, you can make, I will provide the minerals, but I ask for the naming right, and the right to use!"

Anyway, Stark is all right now, and he doesn’t have to worry about saving the world every day. It’s not bad to find someone to do it. As for fighting monsters, that’s fine. After a few years of tossing, the monsters will become rare animals. It's too late!

   "It's a deal, but you can't have any weird names!"

  "This is natural. Atlas currently has two names: freedom and justice. How about your new mech called the iron-blooded Orphans?"

   "What are these names? How do they sound weird?"

  "This is a legendary story called the iron-blooded Orphans. It is very memorable! It is an epic story sung by countless people!" Fisher said that you want to believe me.

   "That's Orphans! The iron-blooded one in front sounds murderous and doesn't match my style!"

   "Deal!" Fisher vigorously patted the opponent on the back.

   "By the way, Stark, now that the plans are in place, I will find someone to sing you a song specifically for Orphans! What do you think?"

  "Do you mean the background music used in comics?"

   "Yes!"

   "Sounds good, the song must match me!"

  (End of this chapter)