Chapter 488： London battlefield

Chapter 488 London Battlefield

New York, Stark Industrial Headquarters, in the chairman's office.

Tony Stark, dressed in a casual outfit, is lying on the hospital couch. He seemed to be closing his eyes and resting his eyes, but his eyes opened a slit and sneaked in the direction of the office chair, wearing a white suit and a small pepper Poz.

Poz buried himself at his desk, and he signed the documents with ease and did not lift his head. He said faintly: "Tony, don't look at me with your eyes, now it's working time, here is the office."

"Cough. Think about it... It feels more exciting."

Tony whispered a few times and was surprised: "How do you know that I am watching you?"

"So, you just looked at me in color?"

Poz looked up and rolled his eyes at him and asked, "How come you don't bring Peter to play recently?"

"He is going to rise, and I haven't been so free recently." Tony snorted, his eyes turned, and his mind didn't know where to go.

This Poz did not deny that since the first few days, after Tony and the godfather had a war, they pondered what was made in the exclusive studio.

‘Drip...’

At this moment, Tony’s cell phone suddenly rang, and Jarvis’ voice prompted: “Mr., it’s a call from Peter Spider.”

"What about the child?"

To put in this way, Tony said that Jarvis had connected the newsletter.

When the phone was first connected, it sounded Peter’s eager voice. "Mr. Stark, do you have a TV?"

"TV? What TV?" Tony snorted.

Peter continued: "You turn on the TV now, any news channel!"

"You are this child..."

Tony slightly frowned, or issued a directive to Jarvis, "Jarvis, turn the office TV on and turn to any news channel."

"Yes, sir."

Jarvis’s voice just fell, and the LCD screen on the side of the office was opened.

On the New York News Channel, the female host sat down in front of the desk and said in a fluent English: "Our TV station just received an urgent message, just five minutes ago, at the Museum Exhibition Square in London, local people were rolled up. Into a catastrophic battle. From this, there are suspected superheroes such as the symbol of peace and Raytheon."

"Godfather, and Sol?" Tony slightly narrowed his eyes. He was half lying on the sofa, and he was already sitting up tight, and then walked a few steps closer to the LCD screen.

"Now, by local reporters, we will broadcast video for us."

After the hostess finished speaking, she switched the video to a local reporter.

I saw the picture turned around. The male reporter was standing on the side of the square. He was holding a microphone in horror. The background was the ruins of the streets that were still carrying smoke and fire. There were pedestrians screaming and fleeing everywhere.

The male reporter reported in a panic, "People friends. I am a reporter on the London side. I am now standing next to the central square of London. You can clearly see that the streets of London are still peaceful and peaceful in five minutes. Now, five minutes later, it has become a terrible ruin."

"According to what I have just witnessed, the symbol of peace and Raytheon are fighting in a fierce battle with an alien enemy. Only their whereabouts are erratic. They were still here half a minute ago, and suddenly they disappeared."

The male reporter had not finished talking, and a small silver hammer flew past him.

Then, the cursed warrior and Sol came out from the side ten meters at the same time, and they fell on the asphalt road, causing a pothole. The two are just a simple fist fight, but like a space beast, they easily hit a lot of cars parked on the road.

The lens was finally fixed in the male reporter's face full of horror, avoiding a car wrapped in a wind, the picture then fell into the screen, the video camera quickly turned back to the hostess.

The hostess patted the bust and wondered: "The signal from the London reporter has been interrupted by the TV station. I hope they are fine. I hope that London can survive this as much as New York, half a year ago. The second difficulty..."

"enough."

Tony's left hand was under pressure, and Jarvis understood what he meant and turned off the TV screen.

"Tony, what happened to the godfather, are they in trouble?" Pozillo looked at Tony with concern.

"I still don't know very well. But even the godfather's shot failed to solve it in time, indicating that this enemy is very tricky."

Tony said that, a little lower, only realized that the communication had not been hanged.

The phone rang Peter's inquiry. "Mr. Stark, do you need me to help?"

"You will leave me in New York. Ready to start school, don't run around! Otherwise I will complain to Mei Long!"

Tony hangs up the phone directly. When he thinks about it, he sighs at Poz: "Sorry, it seems that I can't go to dinner with you."

Poz did not dissuade him and nodded: "Be careful, be sure to pay attention to safety."

"of course."

Tony promised to go down and walk towards the open floor window of the office, giving instructions to Jarvis, "Jarvis, send a set of the latest armor, urgent!"

"Yes, sir."

"A lot of autumn!"

Tony came to the floor-to-ceiling window from the window, and a dozen pieces of steel parts flew out of the window, and they were attached to him.

After a few seconds.

The engine of the palms and soles of the feet screamed, and a gold-and-red painted iron man turned into a streamer, flying towards the sky in the direction of London.

"Tony..."

Poz came to the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands on his chest and watched the iron man's back until he disappeared completely.

At this time, London.

On the central square, I gently stroked it.

Kyle, who burned the strong double-star energy, rushed out of the void, his feet on the grass, and his right hand was still in a fist. Marekes, who can be used as a target, does not know where to go.

"Is it coming again... Can you make this battle well?"

Kyle is also slightly helpless. London's surface is still good. As long as it is 10 meters above the sky, the space wall has become blurred. As long as the creature passes by, it will be randomly transmitted to somewhere in the Jiujie.

In the five-minute battle, Kyle and Malekas have switched back and forth at least ten places, that is, switching the battlefield in half a minute.

"coming?"

Kyle suddenly felt a move, looked up and looked straight ahead, and the air swayed again, which made him unable to hold the right fist in advance.

Sure enough, with the gentle caress, a tall and burly figure emerged from it.

"Well?" Kyle groaned, remembering that Malekas was not tall. This burly figure is...

next moment.

The cursed warrior wearing a white skeleton armor, squatting out of the air, and raising his hands over his head, he must start trampling and hammering. The cursed warrior can see the front and the bottom, and after the appearance of the flame, its movement suddenly froze.

This is not right!

"No, you have chosen the right one - the dead end."

Kyle was a bright smile, and he quickly shot the right fist. He only smashed the cursed warrior's white bone armor with a single blow, picking up light waves and waves, blood and broken bones flying everywhere!

(End of this chapter)