Chapter 54

Compared with Americans, the French pay more attention to delicate feelings, which may be inherent to them. For example, the enthusiasm during the great revolution and the anger during World War I. James McCullen is naturally such a person. At the moment he saw obadya, he jumped up with great excitement, regardless of whether the other party was an old glass or not.

But even if obadya is an old glass, it is estimated that McCullen will not care. Maybe he will take the initiative to pout his ass and help me become the king of the world, please!

"Oh, my dear Mr. obadya, your arrival has brightened my humble house!" James McCullen pointed to his 65 million manor.

"What a cold house!" Obadya took off his coat that he hadn't washed for weeks and threw it casually on McCullen's 500000 Genuine Leather Handmade sofa.

McCullen looked at the dirty sofa and two equally dirty men and coughed.

"Well, Mr. obadya, you've worked hard all the way. I'll send someone to take you to rest, take a bath, eat something, have a good sleep, and then we'll talk about cooperation slowly!"

"Yes, lead the way!" Obadya has no objection. He doesn't worry about what McCullen will do to him or how the mark he put will be affected by the other party. Anyway, he has the reactor of Tony Stark, and mark a is just an iron shell. If James McCullen wants the M134 machine gun, give it to him!

After obadya left, James waved his hand and asked his two best men to wash, especially the white ghost, which was about to become a yellow ghost. Er, he was yellow.

"Boss, is this old man really so important?" The white ghost with no pain in his hand said puzzled.

"He is a businessman, he is also a scientist, and most importantly, he is the former CEO of stark industry! Do you think he is wanted now, so he has no use? "

"Er!" The white ghost stopped his suffering. He really didn't understand. In fact, McCullen was also very difficult. Among his capable people, the white ghost was the most able to fight. He was born in Japan and was valued by the local Ninja sect since childhood. He became an apprentice of the leader, master Lanying. He was forced to leave when he was only ten years old for some reason, Years of martial arts practice and vagrancy have made him not go to school, but he is murderous. He has a natural contempt for technicians. What's the use of knowing wool knowledge? Isn't it still something I can kill with a knife? Even if you're good, it's just a matter that can be solved with two knives!

But this is exactly what McCullen expected. Which would you choose, a sharp killer who doesn't pay much attention to modern technology and an action team member who holds a computer and carries high-tech weapons all the time?

"Obadya has a deep foundation in America. Otherwise, how could he stay so stable in South America? You know, South America is the back garden of the United States. The CIA, NSA and even the FBI have countless informants in South America. Those warlords can be changed every three days, but he's only fine, which explains the problem. In addition, He himself is also an excellent doctor of mechanical engineering! "

"Shall we prepare one for him?" Anna, a beautiful woman with black hair standing on the other side, interrupted.

"No, not yet. Obadya still has doubts about us. Do you feel familiar with the tin armor you brought back?" McCullen pointed at mark with a tablet and said.

"I don't know. How many knives can this thing stop me?" Still a white ghost of self-confidence.

"That's space class titanium armor. Your knife doesn't work for that thing!" Anna threw cold water aside.

"If you're talking nonsense, I'll kill you, my apprentice!" What the white ghost can't hear is that someone says his knife can't work.

"It's true, but obadya is here. Maybe he can contribute some recipes to strengthen your knife!"

"I feel that this dark tin can is similar to the tin can that appeared on the news not long ago, but it looks uglier and bigger, and the golden red thing looks more beautiful!" Unlike the white ghost, Anna on the other side usually doesn't brush the drama and watch the news. She can see the origin of this thing at a glance.

"You mean it has something to do with stark industries? Right? "

"Yes, it's probably the work of that stinky fool!" James McCullen's teeth itch at the mention of stark.

When it comes to his hatred with stark, James McCarran has a lot of bitterness to pour. That year, in Switzerland, James McCarran, eager to open the American market, felt that stark should be a breakthrough, so he went up to say hello. He thought he could give stark a high look by virtue of his identity as the only designated arms dealer in France, As a result, the other party asked him what works he had to boast about. James McCullen blabbered about a pile of aircraft missiles produced by his company, but the other party shook his head, saying that these were things without technical content, and no one even wanted to sell them to North Korea.

Conscience of heaven and earth, at that time, James McCullen was bent on expanding his family and spent every day in the Research Institute. The equipment developed by Britain, France and Germany said it was good. How did it become garbage in Stark's mouth?

More importantly, at that time, McCullen also fell in love with a sister, but he was pulled by the God killed stark to play a trio.

"If I don't revenge, I swear not to be a man!"

"Then let me kill him!" Hearing that his boss had so much hatred for that stark, the white ghost yawned and said bored.

"No, I'm going to ruin his reputation. If I just kill him, it's cheap for him!" McCullen picked up a metal mask hanging on the wall behind him and said fiercely, "I want to make his life worse than death. This is the most suitable ending for him!"

"Sneeze!" Stark, who was far away in New York, was still a good baby in his mansion. There was no way. Something happened to him in the east window. Stark, who had just returned from working as a street vigilante after wearing the improved Mark II, was asking Jarvis to remove his armor. Pepper pepper pepper pepper suddenly walked into his room with a document.

Because Tony gave peper permission before, Jarvis wouldn't call the police when she came in, so stark died instantly.

"Pepper, listen to my sophistry. No, it's an explanation. It's not what you think!" Stark decided to strike first, so he spoke first and interrupted pepper's inquiry.

"I haven't said anything yet? Why are you in such a hurry? " Peper also forgot what to say because of Stark's rush to answer.

"Well, I'll say it first!"

"I'll say it first!"

"Say it first!"

"Say it first!"

"Speaking of it, I didn't know we had such a tacit understanding!" Stark poured himself a glass of gin and sipped it.

"What are you going to say? Then say it quickly! " Peper also blushed because they had just spoken in unison.

"In fact, the one just now is mine... Um... My high-tech prosthesis, you know, because of the injury to my chest, my state has not been very good. Although the shrapnel has stopped flowing, it still has great side effects on my mental torture, so I made such a thing to help me walk!"

"Walk?"

"Well, in fact, occasionally I choose to fly. You know, flying has always been my hobby!"

"Anthony Edward Tony Stark!" Peper's expression was very serious at the moment. "Do you think I look like a three-year-old girl? Do you think I don't watch the news? You think I'm so easy to cheat, don't you? "

"No, it's my fault!"

"Look at these!" Peper was now like an angry tigress. She came forward and pointed to the small holes in the steel armor that had been hit by bullets and shell fragments.

"I understand you, but you should also understand that you are just an ordinary person. These bullets are deadly! Just because you're lucky this time doesn't mean you'll be so lucky next time! "

"In fact, the defense of titanium alloy is very excellent. It can resist the close range shooting of large caliber weapons. I'm a professional. You have to believe me, peper!"

"But guns, guns and bombs are dangerous. Can't you learn from Mr. fisher? He has a lot of soldiers. Can't we also set up a security company and recruit some people to do what you have to do? "

"Then why should I build this thing?" Stark reached out his hand and stroked the horse armor that condensed his efforts. This is the most conspicuous work in his life, and it is also the first work that he made not for killing but for protection.

"Then you must promise me one thing!"

"Ten will do!"

"No, just one. Protect yourself. We can't live without you, Mr. stark!"

"Of course!"

Peper came to stark because the reactor that the company wanted to deliver to giant God was a controlled item and had to be signed by Stark for confirmation. However, he didn't expect to break another layer of Stark's identity here, which could be regarded as an unexpected joy.

"The four reactor cores for the giant god have been completed. Shall we deliver them or wait? The balance on the giant god side has not been settled yet!"

"Send it to them. I have a hunch that guy Fisher Adams will make a big news recently!" Stark thought about the satellite drawings that the guy sent him last time, and suddenly felt that he should make a similar thing. This satellite can launch his armor. In this way, if the armor is damaged and needs to be replaced, it can be carried out directly on the battlefield without going back to the base!

"Jarvis, calculate how much this satellite will cost!" Stark pulled out the three views of a square satellite and asked Jarvis to start creating data. "Sorry, pepper, I just had another idea. You decide about the company!"