Chapter 53

Brazil

A small village in the Amazon rainforest

Obadaiya walked out of his cabin with his upper body bare. As an old man in his 60s, it is very rare to have a strong figure, and obadaiya is such a person.

He casually took a coconut piled next to the room. Obadaiya took a knife, three times, five times and two times, and stripped the coconut with only white skin. Then he hit it with a punch, and the coconut was slammed into a big hole.

Gudu gudu gulped down the coconut juice, and obadaiya wiped a beard stuck to the water stain, which was quite like the style of Liangshan heroes.

After drinking the coconut shell, he threw it into the haystack. Obadaiya looked at his mobile phone and an unknown message was displayed on it.

M: Are you serious about your price?

"This miser!" After seeing the news, obadya snorted with disdain, then went to another wooden house and forced to open the door.

After the dust dispersed, obadya went into the room and looked at the human object wrapped in a Raincloth under the two hydraulic columns in the center of the house and raised the mobile phone.

The card erases the card, erases several photos and sends them. The mobile phone buzzes and an unknown message pops up.

M: I want to see the goods. If there is no problem, you will get what you want!

"These French bastards!" Obadaiya looked at the news and yelled. He was a big shot. He was bullied by dogs. In the past, there were thousands of people in the United States who dared to talk to him like this.

I, bear it!

Obadya also suffered when he was a child. Born in the war years, he boldly went to the war zone during the Vietnam War to solicit soldiers' opinions on the weapons of stark industry. Such a dedicated working attitude has naturally been appreciated by Stark's father. They have made stark industry bigger and stronger, so even now they live in a dilapidated house in Amazon, Obadya is still not discouraged. As long as he finds a chance, he can turn over immediately.

France

James McCullen lay in his soft boss's chair humming the community. The mobile phone at hand vibrated from time to time, but McCullen didn't pay attention, but reached out to the female secretary squatting under the chair.

"Great ~" patted the female secretary's face for encouragement, then McCullen picked up the mobile phone and slid to unlock it. Then several pictures of Mark 1 armor jumped out, and there were several messages.

S: This is my chip

Looking at the news, McCullen laughed proudly.

Then he sent a message.

Address, I'll send someone to pick you up!

A few seconds later, a string of longitude and latitude jumped out.

After copying and pasting the address into the browser, McCullen found that the address was in South America.

"Anna, you and the white ghost go to this place to meet someone. Remember, be polite. This is our big baby!" After confirming the address, McCullen picked up his cell phone and called a number again.

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Amazon

After confirming that the other party would pick him up, obadya sighed. In the past, he once despised clowns like James McCarran, but now, in order to revenge, he had to turn to this guy's power. What? Why didn't obadya choose Justin hammer? Obadya dares to bet that after receiving his call, Justin hammer will immediately take the FBI to catch him, and then take mark World War I a back to his company. He said that he developed this thing and fought with Justin hammer for more than ten years. Impolitely, obadya knew what shit he was going to pull when Justin hammer farted, In particular, the kind of seemingly kind-hearted and kind-hearted purpose is the most believable. Even with the cooperation with James McCarran, obadya also kept a hand.

"Whoosh!" A wind howl different from the rain forest came into obadya's ears. Obadya, who is very familiar with the engine, can't hear what type of engine it is, but he can be sure that the engine must be ion propelled.

The treetops trembled more and more quickly, and obadya saw a streamlined unidentified aircraft hovering over his small broken house.

"It seems that I still underestimated McCullen!" Obadaiya frowned. He just subconsciously thought about how stark industry should deal with it. Then he reacted that he was no longer in stark industry.

With a self mocking smile, obadya went to the aircraft that was slowly landing.

"Are you Mr. s?" A hatch was opened on the side of the aircraft, a row of hanging ladders were put down, and then a beautiful woman with black hair in a fur coat jumped off the aircraft on her boots.

"Yes, it's me!" Obadaiya looked at the beautiful woman who was struggling to pull her boots out of the mud, and suddenly wondered if her choice was right.

"Ha ha!" The black haired beauty struggled for several times and didn't pull out her shoes. She was embarrassed to ask obadya to help, so she had to let her companions come over.

"White ghost!"

A white figure flew out of the hatch. After a flexible kite turned over in the air, he stepped into the mud, but he moved fast enough to jump out before he fell.

"Pull me out!" The black haired beauty stared and reached out to the man in white.

When they struggled out of the mud, obadya had pulled Mark's prototype out of the house.

"I'm Anna. This is the white ghost. Welcome to McCullen group!" The black haired beauty touched a handful of mud, showed an ugly smile, pointed to the white Asian man wiping the mud on the other side and said.

"Let's go!" Obadya nodded and said he knew.

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Fisher doesn't know that because of his butterfly, Marvel's plot has begun to collapse, but even if he knows, he doesn't care. Although he is not strong enough to become a world bully, he can wash the waves for the world with missiles. If it's a big deal, let's lift the table and stop playing!

"Why are you staring at this cup?" Kate looked curiously at Fisher, who had been motionless for nearly half an hour.

"I'm trying to float this thing!" Fisher still stared at the cup.

After returning from Mars, he didn't pay much attention to his star torch, so he didn't expect that his upgrade on Mars also added two more ways to use psionic powers in his mind. No, to be exact, there are two ways to cast spells. The first is mental power. You know, in 40K, psionic powers who can use mental power may not be strong, but strong people must use mental power, A Star Army psychic can use his mind to lift a limanus tank weighing dozens of tons, or beat his opponent to pieces with an invisible giant hand. A more powerful psychic, such as the speed racer, can make an invisible shield to block dozens of explosives with one finger, You can also poke the high-speed incoming star soldiers into the marble sculpture to make the other party unable to move. Of course, there are more powerful ones. However, Fisher is far from reaching his current level. He is not even qualified for the Star Army. To survive is to be a PDF. After all, he doesn't even master the use of mental power, so he can only make blind JB efforts.

"This is not going to the bathroom. No matter how you hold it, you won't let the cup float. At most, you can fart!" Kate said angrily, "if you have this Kung Fu, you might as well help me look at the report!"

"No, there's a second one!" Fisher took a fruit knife out of the restaurant and cut his hand under Kate's puzzled gaze.

"You're crazy! I'll get the medical kit! " Kate was so frightened that she immediately turned to leave, but Fisher stopped her.

"Don't worry, look at this!" Fischer's right hand slowly covered the wound, a little bit across the skin, and the place rubbed by his finger became intact.

"Where did you learn magic?"

"No, it's not magic!" Fisher picked up the knife with his own blood on it. Yes, this is Fisher's second ability, healing, but the limit of this ability is there. He hasn't tried yet.

"I still can't believe it!"

"Trust me, in a few years, you'll find something more amazing than this!" Fisher didn't worry about whether Kate would leak the secret. They had known each other for more than a decade, three years on the battlefield, and Fisher saved Kate's life. According to Kate, she belonged to Fisher from the moment Fisher rescued her from the destroyer in the torpedo.

"What is this, magic? Or what genetic mutation? "

"I call it psionics. Although it is similar to magic, the source of power is completely different!"

"Can this psionic power only heal your scars?"

"No, there are many functions, but my strength can only do this step!"

"Well, can I have this or any psionic power?"

"In theory, it should work!" Fisher thought for a while. Normally, Kate should have been transformed by the power after they had sex so many times, but now it seems that there is no response. Should we strengthen it?

"Maybe I can do something after a while!"

"Then I'd better go and see the report!" When Kate turned around, her hair scraped a document Fisher put on the table, and several pieces of paper floated out.

"Shit!" Fischer subconsciously held out his hand in the direction of the paper, and then he found that it seemed as if the paper had stopped falling.

Then Fisher drives the power and slowly raises his palm, and the paper rises slowly with his action.

"Lying trough!" Fisher immediately released his palm happily, and regardless of the documents falling on the ground, he turned his eyes to the cup that had been abandoned before.

After carefully feeling his state, Fisher found that it was really like an invisible big hand lifting the cup. Then he tried the bench, tea table and Kate's suspender vest.

"Do you want to die?" Kate, who felt cool on her chest, glared angrily, but looking at Fisher who was as happy as a fool, she could only help her forehead and sigh. Is it still time to change her boss now?