Chapter 178

In a cafe on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C., it seems to be a very ordinary breakfast time, but there are only two people sitting in the corner of the restaurant. If you turn your attention to the Chevrolet Cruz parked outside the restaurant and a group of black bodyguards standing on guard in black suits and carbines, you may know why there are no people in the restaurant.

"Especially, how did these media become like this!"

Fisher, who was reading the newspaper, was complaining discontentedly.

"Tell a joke, the media people in the capital world are fair and just!"

An old man sitting opposite the small round table gracefully cut open the fried eggs on the plate, then put them into his mouth, chewed them twice, and then picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"So Congress is going to win Stark's new toy!" Fisher closed the newspaper, then the beautiful waitress in a small black dress and small suit came over with a breakfast and carefully placed the tray on the table.

"Thank you!" Fisher nodded to the waitress and thanked her. Then he picked up his knife and fork and cut up the steak and eggs on the plate.

"Isn't atlas interested in that thing?" The old man smiled and took a sip of the coffee on the table.

"Interested, just interested. My men don't need to wear that to be satisfied with the maintenance of peace in the world. Heavy exoskeleton and heavy armor are enough!"

"Unfortunately, speaking of it, I want them to give you this year's award!"

"Clam, forget the prize. I don't want the Nobel Peace Prize. Besides, you give it to Tony Stark every year. Doesn't the other party still come every year?" Fisher swallowed the food and took another sip of milk.

"I think you're going to have a cool hearing. That suit of armor can only be called iron man if combined with stark!"

"It's best to teach those guys who want to climb up all day. You know, it's stern who takes the lead this time!"

"I guessed. By the way, Mr. speaker, your mother asked you to go to long island for Christmas and spend it with our family!"

"Well, then I'll wear Catherine and Abigail!" The old man took out his wallet, put down the meal money and tip on the table, patted Fisher on the shoulder, and then got on the Chevrolet under the escort of the bodyguard.

Let me tell you another joke. Capitalist society doesn't talk about human feelings.

There is an uncle who is the speaker of the house of Representatives. For Fisher, he has avoided a lot of trouble. At the same time, he can see a lot of jokes. For example, this time, the house of representatives will hold a hearing on stark war a.

Fisher estimates that this may also be because Stark has been in the limelight recently. Since he saved many people in the hawk incident and the monster attack, Stark's fans have soared all the way. Of course, most of them are women and children. Young people, especially the social animals in 996, can only brush their mobile phones enviously when they go to and from work every day, Then he said that he could be a hero if he had a Taiwan armor.

Ordinary people can only drool with envy, but the military and some institutions are different. They want to get real-time experience.

"Not for sale!" Stark's attitude is also very clear. Steel war clothes are not for sale. Go as far as you can!

Stark's attitude made some black leaders in some institutions and those friends wearing masks behind him unhappy. You started selling arms from your father, but now you say you don't sell? Where is the memorial archway?

In addition, Fisher's exoskeletons were sold everywhere before, and a small-scale arms race among countries began. A group of countries on the United States' own blacklist also began to instigate exoskeletons. After hoping to take out similar samples, the U.S. military, which must take the lead in everything, was also anxious.

"It's Mr. Fisher, isn't it?"

After breakfast, Fisher was preparing to go to the airport with a newspaper and a suit. A black Bentley stopped in front of him, and then a beast in a suit came down from the car.

"What's up?"

"Someone wants to see you!"

"Ha ha!" Fisher lifted up his suit and put it on his shoulder. No one dared to talk to him like that since he served. Why, he became an adult wearing gold glasses and a suit?

"No!" Fisher folded the newspaper casually and stuffed it into the trash can. He turned and left. As a result, several men in suits came down from Bentley and stopped in front of him.

"Mr. Fisher, our boss really wants to meet you. Please don't ignore it!"

“fvckoff！” The man in the suit is Fisher's middle finger.

"Stop him!" Several men in suits were about to come forward and surround Fisher, but a police car came around the corner.

"Mr. Fisher, can I help you?" The police officer with a kf5 submachine gun in front of his chest stepped down from the car.

"I suspect these guys make copper, aluminum and sell silver. I'll give it to you, officer!" Fisher patted his gold glasses on the face, then shook hands with the police officer, and then left the scene, leaving only four or five police officers slowly approaching the guys with weapons.

"Don't panic, our boss is Mr. Justin!" The man with gold glasses was still pretending to be calm. He walked up to the police and made a proud gesture.

"My boss is..."

"Touch!" Facing him was the butt of an all iron submachine gun.

"This is DC, baby. You can scold the president here, but you can't annoy that gentleman!" The sheriff showed his white teeth. "Now, you'd better pray that the black guys in the prison don't like your little white face!"

"Our boss is... Justin hammer, you can't afford to go!"

"Justin hammer?" The sheriff smiled, "sorry, our boss is the federal government!"

I'm afraid Justin didn't expect that his arrogance in New York also spread to his men. At first, his idea was that his men politely invited fisher to their private plane, and then they had an in-depth conversation on Stark's armor. Finally, Fisher was moved by his sincerity and they reached a consensus.

But in the airport, hammer waited left and right. Instead of waiting for his men to arrive, he saw the C17 transport plane transformed by the giant god rising into the sky on the runway on the other side of the airport.

Then he got a call from the Washington police department.

"What, what, didn't I let them invite people? How did you invite me to prison and commit the crime of smelting copper, aluminum and selling silver?" Justin suddenly felt like something was wrong!

"Damn it, these guys!"