Chapter 187

It was another sleepless night. Stark controlled the armor to slow down slowly, and finally the armor landed smoothly on the convex platform of stark building.

"Oh, my God!" The little pepper who stepped onto the platform to meet stark was surprised to see the armor parts removed by the manipulator, which were full of potholes, collapsed coatings and blackened by the fire.

"What was that hit by?"

"Well, don't worry, it's just an ordinary large caliber machine gun! Right, Jarvis! " Stark casually took the glass and gulped down the cold liquid.

"Yes, sir, it's just a very ordinary Russian made heavy machine gun that can cut adults in two!" Jarvis said solemnly.

"Shut up if you can't speak, Jarvis!" Stark looked at the little woman in his house. Sure enough, his face was full of shock.

"Tony, in fact, I don't think we need to donate more materials..." little pepper squirmed his throat twice, and his voice became louder and louder. After obadaia cooled down, she was the one who knew Tony best in the world except the old man who delivered the express downstairs, but she also knew that tonistark wouldn't listen to her, All kinds of words can only be turned into a sentence. Have a rest early.

"You too!" Stark took his glass and watched pepper leave. Then he took a breath and sat down on the sofa.

"Jarvis, get the mirror!" After another drink, stark pulled open his collar and looked at his body in the mirror. Black lines like earthworms climbed up along the core of his chest and were about to reach the position of his neck.

It is a symbol of palladium poisoning. At the beginning, the core saved his life in Afghanistan, but now the core that saved his life has become a new hidden danger. The scrapped palladium core continues to corrode his body. Although he continues to take inhibitors, the effect is constantly weakening, unless he can find new elements to replace it, or stop using steel armor, But how is that possible? How can iron man not have war clothes?

"Jarvis, help me draw up a contract!" Stark pondered for a long time and felt that it was time to make some plans for the future.

"Also, Jarvis, make a list of the equipment we can use at present. I think it's time to consider building an intelligent corps!"

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Louisiana

Taylor Bowen parish

For humans, the Taylor born church area is like a nightmare, but for wild animals, it is a paradise. Because it is close to the Gulf of Mexico, the continuous wet water vapor turns the land into a swamp. Crocodiles, poisonous snakes and all kinds of poisons live here. Therefore, no one dares to come here easily except scientists and biologists.

"Wuwu ~ ~" a burst of noise generated by a huge fan startled several crocodiles resting on the shore. These cold-blooded animals grew up and looked at the source of the noise, and then quickly swam into the water as if they saw something terrible.

Not only crocodiles, but also all kinds of birds flew from the reeds. Then they flew to the monster running in the swamp and began to soar in the strong wind behind the monster.

Four large fans made by Sikorsky company rotate rapidly, and the continuous wind from the drum blows the cushion, which also drives the inland river hovercraft to gallop on the swamp at the speed of 70 kilometers.

"We're coming! Tell those passengers! " In the bridge of the hovercraft, the old captain with a big brimmed hat and an unlit pipe looked at a building looming in the reeds in the distance and said to the messenger behind him.

"Yes, sir!" The young Herald saluted, then slid down the stairs on the right side of the bridge, crossed the narrow passage and arrived at the landing cabin of the hovercraft, where more than a dozen armed soldiers and two black suits sat.

"Sir, we're coming!"

"OK, all stand up and check the prisoners!" The man in black suit got up, adjusted his suit, and then followed the sailors to the bridge.

Now the camp hidden in the swamp in the distance is very clear.

Blackwater prison is the name of that facility. In the 1980s, at the height of the cold war, the CIA established a secret prison here to hold spies from other countries. Everything here is not officially recognized, and the black group kept by the CIA itself guards the prison here.

The hovercraft began to slow down, and then stopped slowly on the platform outside the prison. More than a dozen fully armed soldiers in black rushed out with rifles and stood at attention in front of the landing hatch opened by the hovercraft.

With the sound of karakara's iron chain collision, a tight middle-aged man shackled in chains came out of the shadow of the landing module. His neck and limbs were fixed with a long rod, and the other end of the rod was held in his hand by armed soldiers.

"It doesn't look like Guantanamo here!" The middle-aged man looked at the surrounding environment and squinted.

"Yes, welcome to Louisiana, bastard. From now on, you have to be accompanied by poisonous snake leeches. The pillow is a mouse's nest and there are poisonous snakes in the quilt. I hope you like it here!" The black suit escorting him answered while confirming the formalities with the prison guard.

"Maybe, but I have a hunch that I won't stay here long, you know?"

"Maybe if you want to escape from prison, you need to swim over 20 kilometers of swamp first, but before that, I think electric shock barbed wire and prison guard's big stick are enough to change your mind!" The black suit came up to the middle-aged man and spit on each other's face.

The middle-aged man is Jonah Allen. In fact, after the CIA arrested him, it was going to put this guy in Guantanamo prison to interrogate the gold owner behind him, but on the same day he was transported back to the United States, a reward for rescuing him appeared on the dark Internet, and then the CIA team was almost robbed.

After asking their superiors for instructions, the officials of the CIA and the Ministry of defense who were ashen by roadside bombs immediately changed their way and sent the guy to Blackwater prison. Anyway, these dead rooms are held here, which is just right for him.

"By the way, pretty boy, take a message to the boss behind you. It's not a good idea for you to let those monsters sleep. If you don't want to release them, someone will help you wake up all those big guys!" Seeing the black suit leaving, Alan stopped him and said with a smile.