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Perhaps because he couldn't find the antidote, Stark had begun to give up on himself and began to make clear arrangements for his own life. He transferred all the company to Little Pepper, and donated collectibles and sports cars as much as he could. Just send it, and now, he has a new idea.

"That's my car! My car!" The racer holding the helmet cried without tears as he watched his partner Zhongxing hold the moon around his car, changing the tires, checking the condition of the car, checking the condition of the car, Even his own coach sat beside the car with a flattering expression and said something.

"Shut up, what do you know, the team can add an Iron Man sponsorship symbol now!" The team's agent was about to laugh, just now Stark gave them a sponsorship, and then hoped to change the driver to race, while It is a small bonus for winning the race, just enough for the team’s expenses, and on the other hand, a large amount of sponsorship that is enough for the team to replace the new car and give bonuses to all employees. It is natural for normal people to choose.

So this team driver who wanted to get a good place in the Morocco Tour lost blood mold. For him, the car is equivalent to his wife, but now, his wife is in the hands of a rich man. Friends of the team also advised him not to be sad and to be strong.

"Your car is awesome!" Stark, who put on a racing suit, didn't forget to compliment him after getting in the car.

The provoked mad driver could only smash his helmet angrily, and then walked back to the lounge to cry.

"You rich people like to do whatever they want?" Margaret asked, pointing to Stark who had already driven the car onto the track and was ready to start.

"No, it's just him, that guy got ptsd after he came back from Afghanistan, he can't stand the excitement!" Fisher grunted and drank the rest of the liquid, then called to the bartender for a cold beer and a chicken taco. In fact, He wanted melon seeds, but the only food at the bar was chicken rolls.

"This is you?" Margaret's little head flashed countless question marks.

"You need beer to accompany the meat rolls when you watch the show!" Fisher opened the beer and said happily.

"Play? Stark? What's so good about it?"

Although I don't know why Fisher suddenly showed a good-looking expression, Margaret still enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere of being with each other, of course, except for her own who filled half the bar. bodyguard.

And in the clamor of a bunch of people eating melons, the racing competition began.

With the level of veteran drivers for many years, Stark played well, leaving more than half of the people behind at the start, and only a few drivers bit him tightly.

Soon halfway through the race, Stark fell behind to third place because he was not skilled enough in cornering, but he gradually caught up in the second half of the straight line, and when he was about to pass the second place, the camera suddenly turned. direction.

"Hey, what's going on at this time?" Someone protested in dissatisfaction, and then they saw a man wearing a strange exoskeleton that almost exposed his entire upper body on the track at some point.

"Sir, it's dangerous here, please leave!" A staff member shouted as he pulled at the iron fence next to the track, but the split man just spit out the toothpick in his mouth, and then walked towards the speeding without looking back. Came racing.

"What is he going to do?"

"God!" Many spectators had already foreseen the tragic scene of the man being hit by the stabbing racing car, and could not help but closed their eyes and drew a cross to pray, but there were also spectators with their eyes closed, their exclamations and The crackling sound of the racetrack opened the eyes of the spectators again.

Facing the speeding racing car, the man did not dodge, but shook his arms, only then did the audience realize that the other side had two long whip-like things.

As the race car got closer and closer, the man shook his head and turned on the energy supply of the arc reactor in front of him. 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. , pulling out scorch marks on the ground.

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

Just like a hot knife cutting a block of butter, the first car was directly split into two pieces. The rear wheel of the unbalanced car was still refueling continuously, causing the car to flip over after sliding more than ten meters on the ground. 180 degrees, and finally hit the track heavily.

Spattering parts, rolling tires, and smoking track made the nearby spectators panic, and the security guards and staff who were responsible for maintaining order were also frightened and quickly evacuated the spectators.

"So, this is another dead end for debt repayment!" Fisher took a sip of beer. It was really enjoyable. Why didn't he think of building a thermal weapon before, such as a thermal axe, thermal sword, this technology giant is completely no problem!

At this moment, the situation on the field has become more and more uncontrollable, because the second person to be split and fly out is the racing driver Tony who has a big shit. Because the latter did not bring a battle armor, he could only roll around on the ground in embarrassment. , Dodging the attack of the whip man, but after seeing his Maybach appear, Fisher knew that Ivan Vanke had no chance!

"Let's go, there's nothing to see!" Fisher pulled up Margaret, and there were other activities later.

"You don't look worried at all!"

"That's the invincible Iron Man. At most, he will be whipped around like a spinning top for a few times, and nothing will happen!"

It’s unfortunate to come to Stark. The enemies in the past were all made by him or made by himself, but Ivan Vanke, nicknamed Whiplash, was his father’s pot. Ivan’s father Anton Vanke and Stark partnered to do it. Research and development, but he was swept out by Howard because his hands and feet were not clean, and he was excluded when he returned to Russia. In the end, the old man could only die in hunger and cold, and his son Ivan Vanke did not reflect on his own problems. There is a blueprint left by his father. , as a result, he failed to make any money (so it's not true for Maozi to engage in economics, whether it is in reality or in games), but he hit the door just like Leng Touqing, and pretending to be a b is not counterproductive. You have the ability to dig Howard's grave, and then Can't you just pull out the corpse and whip it fifty lashes?

Looking for Tony Stark, playing the father and son to pay the debts is a bit fun! But what does that have to do with him Fisher? Wouldn't it be nice to go to Broadway to watch a show with my little sister in my arms? Wouldn't it be nice to go to the Empire State Building for dinner at night? Wouldn't it be nice to take the young lady to the villa after dinner to watch the dog do somersaults?