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The flight that originally took more than two hours was shortened by one-third by Stark.

Counting from the moment of takeoff until landing at the site of the incident, 63 minutes have passed.

To say it's fast, it's indeed fast enough.

But even so, he still couldn't make it.

"Hey, you." Standing in the middle of a group of policemen, looking around, Stark chose the one that was more pleasing to his eye.

As he stepped forward, he lifted up his visor and looked at the red-nosed police officer in front of him, whose expression was mixed with depression, anger, luck and excitement. Stark asked solemnly: "When you came, were you there?

See a big man over two meters tall? He's burly, bald, East Asian..."

"I don't know if you are looking for the same person." The white police officer nodded: "There is indeed a big guy who was just taken away by the chief. If nothing else, he should have arrived at the police station by now."

"Thank you." Nodding, Stark put on his visor and prepared to take off.

Suddenly remembering something, he opened his visor again and pointed at the police officer's cell phone in his pocket: "Thank you for the information."

With these words behind him, Stark flew into the sky with a flash of fire and disappeared from the eyes of the policemen who were washing the floor.

At the same time, the police officer he questioned suddenly received a text message from the bank on his mobile phone. It turned out that, in order to thank him for the information he provided, Stark ordered Jarvis to make two calls to his personal account.

Thousands of dollars.

"Wow, he is so generous."

"Paul, I'm done with my work and I want to treat you to a treat."

Because of this unexpected windfall, the depression of being temporarily called out to work overtime was relieved, and the anger caused by hearing that there was a large-scale fight in the jurisdiction gradually subsided.

Looking at the colleagues gathered around him, the police officer named Paul smiled: "Okay, I'll treat you to a midnight snack. Guys, let's speed up and finish the work as soon as possible."

"You decide."

"no problem."

Not to mention the police officers who suddenly became much more motivated, on the other side, Stark had already jumped three blocks and arrived at the New York City Police Department.

Asking Jarvis to call up the building structure diagram, he immediately found the location of the director's office. Without any hesitation, Stark flew directly to the window of the room, raised his right hand wrapped in the armor, and gently

He knocked on the window.

Perhaps it was because it was difficult to control strength while wearing armor, or perhaps because through the glass on the window, he saw a familiar face in the room that he had not expected at all, causing his hands to lose weight...

"Bang~~." After knocking, several pieces of glass on the window were shattered into pieces.

"..." Then he noticed Iron Man floating outside the window. Director George Stacey stood up with a frown, came to the window and called the window lattice: "Mr. Stark, if you come again next time, please

Take the main entrance, okay?”

"Sorry." Entering the house along the window, Stark opened his visor: "The maintenance fee is mine."

Although he felt a little sorry in his heart, at this moment, Stark really had no intention of talking to the police chief in front of him.

After entering the room, he turned his attention directly to Shi Xiaolei who was sitting on the sofa: "Locke, are you okay?"

"Hi, Tony."

Thinking that Stark should be able to provide him with some help through his connections and energy, he asked 2B to call him. To be honest, Shi Xiaolei really didn't expect that Tony Stark would come in person. After all, he

My body has not fully recovered, and I am in Los Angeles, which is completely separated from New York on the east coast of the United States.

At this time, looking at Stark appearing in front of him, Shi Xiaolei was really moved.

There are also some apologies.

Looking at Stark, Shi Xiaolei smiled sheepishly and asked slightly worriedly: "I didn't expect you to come here in person. Speaking of which, how is your health? Are you almost recovered?"

"Nine times out of ten." After answering Shi Xiaolei's question, Stark nodded to the other two people standing aside: "Long time no see, Coulson, Mei."

"Hello." His attitude was as gentle as ever, and his smile was exactly the same as the last time they met. Colson stretched out his hand: "Although the occasion is not right...nice to meet you, Mr. Stark."

Mei didn't speak, but nodded towards Stark as a greeting.

"SO, who can explain to me what the situation is now?" With some doubts in his heart, Stark turned around and looked at George Stacey: "Director 'Sir', can you explain why I

Will your friend be brought here? Since Coulson is here, I believe you must have gotten information from him, and you should know that my friend is not the responsible person."

"Because I need to know more." Facing Stark's questioning gaze, Stacey answered with a slightly tough attitude.

The smiling faces just now do not mean that Stacy puts herself in a lower position than Tony Stark.

Although the salary of the American police is allocated from taxes, they tend to be more respectful to the wealthy people who provide the taxes. But there are always exceptions in everything, such as George Stacey, he is the kind of justice

A good policeman who has extremely strong feelings and will ignore his own interests in order to uphold justice.

Regardless of whether you are a big tax payer or not, all I have to do is fulfill my responsibility as the police chief.

No, after giving Stark an answer, Stacey looked at Shi Xiaolei again and continued the previous inquiry: "Mr. Locke, do you really not know what those guys who suddenly appeared are?"

"Sorry, I really don't know." Shi Xiaolei's face showed a bit of depression, and he scratched his head slightly irritably: "In fact, I am not even sure about the origin of the previous wave of soldiers. At the beginning,

I didn't suspect that they were fake, but after the shootout, I couldn't help but have some doubts. I mean, if they are really active soldiers with official status... This is the United States, and it's New York.

, I really don’t understand why someone would choose to take action here, and the target is a group of serving soldiers who are performing a mission.”

When Shi Xiaolei responded to Stacey's question, Mei, who was standing quietly behind Colson, suddenly raised her hands and covered her ears.

After receiving the investigation results from the logistics staff through the earphones, Mei put down her arm and leaned into Colson's ear, reporting in a low voice.

"Are you sure?" Colson, who had been calm before, suddenly became serious.

"According to the background investigation, yes." Mei also looked very serious: "There is a surveillance camera installed by a peeping tom near the scene. It is hidden very concealed and has not been destroyed. The picture captured through this surveillance camera...

Although he was wearing a hood and did not reveal his face, by comparing other features, it is basically certain that he is Agent 47 who died in the line of duty."