Chapter 190

Perhaps because he couldn't find an antidote, stark had begun to abandon himself and began to make clear his living arrangements. He transferred all the company to chili peppers, collectibles and sports cars. He could donate whatever he could and send what he could. Now, he has a new idea.

"That's my car! My car! " The racing driver with a helmet wants to cry and look at his partner. The stars and the moon surround his racing car, change the tire, check the condition, and check the condition. Even his coach is flattering next to the racing car.

"Shut up, what do you know? The team can now add an iron man sponsorship symbol!" The team's agent is about to laugh. Stark just gave them a sponsorship, and then hopes to race with another driver. On the one hand, there is a small bonus for winning the race, which is just enough for the team's expenses, and on the other hand, there is a large sponsorship enough for the team to change a new car and give bonuses to all the staff. It's not clear how normal people will choose.

So the motorcade driver who originally wanted to get a good place on the Moroccan tour fell into blood mold. For him, the car is equivalent to his wife, but now, his wife is controlled by a rich man, and the motorcade's friends also advised him not to be sad and to be strong.

"Your car is great!" Stark, who changed into a racing suit, didn't forget to praise each other after getting on the bus.

The excited crazy driver can only smash his helmet angrily, and then walk back to the lounge and cry.

"You rich people like to do whatever you want?" Margaret asked, pointing to stark, who had driven the car into the track and was ready to start.

"No, just him. That guy got PTSD after he came back from Afghanistan. He can't stand stimulation!" Fisher gulped the rest of the liquid, then asked the bartender for another cold beer and a Mexican chicken roll. In fact, he wanted melon seeds, but the only food provided in the bar was chicken rolls.

"What are you?" Margaret's little head flashed countless question marks.

"You have to have beer with meat rolls to watch the play!" Fisher opened the beer and said happily.

"Play? You mean stark? What's good about this? "

Although I don't know why Fisher suddenly showed an expression of watching a good play, Margaret still enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere with each other. Of course, it had to eliminate her own bodyguards who were half full of bars.

And in a crowd of melon eaters shouting, the car race began.

With years of old driver level, stark played well and left more than half of the people behind at the beginning, with only a few drivers biting closely with him.

Soon after half of the race, stark fell behind and became the third place because he was not proficient in turning corners. However, he gradually caught up with him in the second half of the straight-line journey. When he was about to surpass the second place, the camera suddenly turned.

"Hey, what's going on?" Some people protested with dissatisfaction, and then they saw a man wearing a strange exoskeleton with almost his whole upper body exposed. I don't know when he stepped onto the track.

"Sir, it's dangerous here. Please leave!" A staff member pulled the iron fence beside the track and shouted, but the split man just spit out the toothpick in his mouth, and then walked towards the racing car without looking back.

"What is he doing?"

"God!" Many spectators had a premonition of the tragic scene that the man would be hit by the flying thorn racing car. They couldn't help but close their eyes and draw a cross to pray, but there were no closed spectators around them. Their screams and the crackling noise on the racing track made these spectators open their eyes again.

Facing the racing car, the man didn't avoid it, but shook his arms. The audience found that the other party had two long whips.

As the car got closer and closer, the man shook his head and turned on the energy supply of the arc reactor in front of his chest. A steady stream of energy was transmitted to his whip. The arc flashed and jumped, and the whip was quickly heated to a very high temperature and pulled out coke marks on the ground.

The driver of the first car also noticed that there were uninvited guests on the track. Although he scolded, he still tried to avoid each other. As a result, when the two were about to pass by, the man threw out an arc whip.

Just like a hot knife cutting a piece of cream, the first car was directly split in two. The unbalanced rear wheels of the car were still refuelling, making the car turn 180 degrees directly after sliding more than ten meters on the ground, and finally hit the track heavily.

Splashing parts, rolling tires and the smoky track, the nearby audience panicked, and the security guards and staff responsible for maintaining order were scared to evacuate the audience.

"So, this is another dead knot in debt repayment!" Fisher sipped his beer. It was really fun. Why didn't he want to build a thermal weapon before, such as a thermal axe and a thermal sword? There's no problem with the technology giant!

At the moment, the situation on the field has become more and more uncontrollable, because the second one to be split and fly out is the big shit of racing driver Tony. The latter can only roll around on the ground to avoid the attack of whip man because he didn't bring armor. However, after seeing his Maybach, Fisher knows that Ivan Vanke has no chance!

"Come on, there's nothing to see!" Fisher pulls Margaret up. There are other activities later.

"You don't look worried at all!"

"That's the Invincible Iron Man. At most, he's whipped like a top. There won't be anything!"

It's bad luck for stark. In the past, he broke his mouth or made his own enemies, but Ivan Vanke, nicknamed whip rope, was his father's pot. In those years, Ivan's father Anton Vanke and stark cooperated in R & D, but Howard kicked him out because his hands and feet were not clean, and he was excluded when he returned to Russia. Finally, the old man could only end up depressed in hunger and cold, The son Ivan Vanke didn't reflect on his own problems. He clearly had the blueprint left by his father. As a result, he didn't make money (so Mao Zi's economy is true, whether it's reality or game). Instead, he hit the door like lengtouqing and pretended B not to be grass. Do you have the ability to dig Howard's grave, pull out the body and whip it 50 times?

Find Tony Stark and play with the father's debt and son's repayment. It's a little out of play! But what does that have to do with fisher? Why don't you go to Broadway with your little sister? And then go to the Empire State Building for dinner at night? After dinner, take your little sister to the villa to see the dog turn upside down, okay?