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In a cafe on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, DC, it seems like 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 Cruze parked outside the restaurant and a ticket in a black suit holding On the black-clad bodyguards standing guard with carbine, you may be able to know why there are no people coming to this restaurant.

"What the hell, how did these media become like this!"

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

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

An old man sitting across from the small round table gracefully cut open the fried egg on the plate, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and then picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped his mouth.

"So, Congress has a must for Stark's new toy!" Fisher closed the newspaper, and then the pretty waitress in a little black dress and a small suit uniform came over with a breakfast, very careful put the tray on the table.

"Thank you!" Fisher nodded to the waitress to express his gratitude, then picked up the knife and fork and cut the steak and eggs on the plate.

"Is Atlas not interested in that thing?" The old man smiled and took a sip of the coffee on the table.

"Interested, just interested, my subordinates don't need to wear that stuff to maintain peace in the world, heavy exoskeletons and heavy armor are enough!"

"It's a pity, speaking of it, I still want them to present this year's award to you!"

"Clam, let's forget that award. I don't want the Nobel Peace Prize. Besides, you give it to Tony Stark every year. Isn't the other party still missing every year?" Fisher swallowed his food and drank again. A mouthful of milk.

"I think this hearing you are going to hold will be cold. That suit of armor can only be called Iron Man when it is combined with Stark!"

"It's better this way, just to teach those guys who want to climb up all day, you know, it's Stern who leads this time!"

"I guessed it, by the way, Mr. Speaker, Mother Christmas told you to go to Long Island, and we will spend it together as a family!"

"Okay, then I'll put on Catherine and Abigail and go there together!" The old man took out his wallet, put down the meal and tip on the table, then patted Fisher on the shoulder, and then he was guarded by the bodyguard. Get on the Chevrolet.

To tell a joke again, capitalist society does not care about human feelings.

Having an uncle who is the Speaker of the House of Representatives has avoided a lot of trouble for Fisher, and 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's armor.

Fisher estimates that this may also be because of Stark's popularity recently. Since saving a lot of people in the Hulk incident and the monster attack, Stark's own fans have skyrocketed. Of course, most of them are still Female fans and children, young people, especially the social animals of 996 every day, can only swipe their mobile phones with envy when commuting to and from get off work, and then say that they can be heroes even if they have a battle armor.

Ordinary people can only drool with envy, but the military and some institutions are different. They want to get a real machine and experience it for themselves.

"Not for sale!" Stark's attitude is also very clear, the steel battle suit is not for sale, how far you go!

Stark's attitude made a certain black leader of some institutions and his friends wearing masks unhappy. You Stark started selling arms from your father, and now you say you don't sell? Biaozili archway?

In addition, Fisher's exoskeletons were sold everywhere, and a small-scale arms race between countries began. A bunch of countries on the US's own blacklist also began to tinker with exoskeletons, hoping to come up with similar samples. The U.S. military, which must lead in everything, is also in a hurry.

"Is that Mr. Fisher?"

After breakfast, Fisher was preparing to go to the airport with a newspaper rolled up in a suit and a black Bentley sedan stopped in front of him, and then a beast in a suit and leather shoes got off the car.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone wants to meet you!"

"Haha!" Fisher lifted the suit and put it on his shoulders. No one has dared to talk to him like this since he served in the military.

"No!" Fisher casually folded the newspaper a few times and stuffed it into the trash can on the side, turned around and left, but a few big men in suits came down from the Bentley and stopped in front of him.

"Mr. Fisher, our boss really wants to meet you, and please don't be ignorant!"

"fvck off!" The man in the suit responded with Fisher's middle finger.

"Stop him!" Several big men in suits were about to come forward to surround Fisher, but a police car drove by the corner.

"Mr. Fisher, do you need help?" The police officer, who was five or three thick, got out of the car with the kf5 submachine gun on his chest.

"I suspect that these guys smelt copper and aluminum, sell silver, and leave it to you, police officer!" Fisher patted the face of the gold wire glasses, then shook hands with the police officer, and then left the scene, leaving only The next four or five officers slowly approached the guys with their weapons in hand.

"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 arrogant gesture.

"My boss is..."

"Touch!" Oncoming is the all-iron submachine gun stock.

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

"Our boss is... Justin Hammer, you can't eat and walk around!"

"Justin Hammer?" the sheriff laughed. "Sorry, our boss is the federal government!"

Justin probably did not expect that his domineering stinky habit in New York would also spread to his subordinates. His initial idea was that his subordinates would politely invite Fisher to his private jet, and then the two of them would be Stark. In-depth conversation about the battle armor issue, and finally Fisher was moved by his sincerity, and the two reached a consensus.

It's just that Hanmer, who was waiting at the airport, didn't wait for his men to arrive. Instead, he saw the C17 transport plane transformed by the giant soaring into the sky on the runway on the other side of the airport.

Then, he received a call from the Washington Police Department.

"What, didn't I ask them to invite people, why did they invite me to prison, and they committed the crime of smelting copper and aluminum and selling silver?" Justin suddenly felt that the situation was not right!

"Damn, these guys!"