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He happily threw a stack of banknotes to the beauty sleeping beside him. Justin wiped the lipstick mark on his face. Recently, happy events kept coming. First, he successfully improved and upgraded Tony Stark's suit (thinks himself), From the (self-styled) point of view of the weapons expert, he felt that Stark was a waste.

Steel suits, such a good delivery platform Stark is equipped with so many weapons, this is a crime against the load, in his opinion, a suit that cannot be used as a bomb truck is not a good suit.

After transforming the original luxury high-tech prosthesis into a war machine, Justin was very happy to pull over the graphic models that Stark had slept with before. Stark had a pair of twins in one night, then he had two pairs, in short , Stark has played, he has to play it all, and he has more tricks than Stark, just to prove that he is not worse than Stark!

Oh, by the way, as well as dressing up. In order to pay tribute to his idol, Justin decided not to wear his favorite gray suit tonight, but to change into the same black style of Stark, and even the glasses were changed from elegant gold silk. It has become a black frame, he has already decided, and he is going to step on Stark's way tonight!

Although it was Stark's exposition opening, the protagonist was him, Justin. He had already inquired about it. Stark has not been doing anything recently. It should be that the attack that day made him doubt himself, and presumably he will not appear tonight.

"Tom, how's the arrangement?"

"It's all in place, sir! Ivan and the technicians have confirmed that the armors are all normal!" The driver hurriedly swallowed the hot dog in his mouth, and then handed over the co-pilot's lines and procedures. .

"Well, yes, the tone here needs to be strengthened, here's a little more pause!" Looking at the first-class script carefully crafted by dozens of screenwriters, Justin nodded with satisfaction, and started rehearsing in the car. With such a dedicated attitude, St. Tucker was in tears when he saw it.

Just when Justin was rehearsing seriously, the car suddenly braked suddenly, and Justin, who was caught off guard, slammed into the backrest.

"What's the matter, Tom?"

"Sir, the road is blocked!" The driver explained in a panic.

"It's blocked? It's all about the fair, let them make way for me!" Justin was furious. The American dared to stand in his way, he wasn't born yet!

The driver hurriedly jumped out of the car and walked towards the tarpaulin-covered heavy truck in front of his car. Because of his vision, Justin could only see the driver walking over arrogantly, and then covered his face within two minutes. With a face weeping, he ran back.

"What's the matter?" Justin just felt his face was hot, hitting his driver in the face was hitting him in the face, hitting him in the face, he just didn't care about the US government!

This time it was Justin, who was going to use his white gloves to slap those rude villagers.

"You, who hit my... driver!"

The tall heavy hauler blocked Justin's view, and he didn't realize until after the first hauler was in front of him a large convoy of trucks of the same type, and the second heavy lorry at the end of the convoy. Above, several staff members in white uniforms were busy working on an unidentified object covered by a tarpaulin.

When the angry Justin walked over, the staff were removing the tarpaulin that wrapped the car body. Before Justin finished speaking, he saw half of the gun barrel thicker than his own head from the tarpaulin. stretched out.

"What did you just say?" A staff member took off the goggles on his face and looked at Justin under the truck suspiciously. He was busy starting just now and didn't hear what the other party said.

"I..." Justin was about to let the other party out of the way, when he saw the barrel of the gun suddenly rise, and then slide down with the tarpaulin, revealing the guy's original appearance, it was a giant c12 main battle mecha, Was shipped to the fair.

The feeling of being stared at by the blue-light c12 capture camera is very bad, especially when I saw the guy's missile pod and the red warhead on the cannon shell chain, Justin cursed inwardly, these guys turned out to be armed and transferred, not afraid of accidents ?

"I'm just here to ask, can you give in a little?" Justin with a professional smirk inadvertently glanced at the trucks in front of him. Those tarpaulins should be covered with similar things.

"I'm sorry, this gentleman, because the park does not allow our heavy-duty flatbed trucks to enter, so we can only let the equipment enter on foot! You should wait!"

"Enter on foot?" Justin was dumbfounded. He secretly sent the products of the Hammer Group into the main exhibition hall of the expo last night. He was waiting for a surprise for everyone at night. You entered so openly. field?

Before Hanmer could speak, several more civilian-painted King Stallion helicopters hoisting vehicles flew by, and the Atlas logo was painted on the helicopters.

"You guys, don't you think about safety?" Justin can already think of how many people's attention will be attracted by such a high-profile transition action. Then, what about his prepared surprise?

"Safety, what safety is considered, the insurance of weapons is our finger!" Giant God's technicians left with a smile, they still have other cars to unload.

"Boss, what should we do now?" The driver who returned to the car, covering his face, asked pitifully.

"It's okay, don't panic! We have a good chance of winning!" Justin waved his hand. He also has a secret weapon, a war machine. The driver of this battle suit transformed from Mark II is Air Force Colonel Rhodes. Come to stand in line, the final winner must be him!

"Hehehe..." Driven by the laughing Justin, his driver also turned from crying to laughing. He waited until the flatbed truck finished unloading the goods before driving to the gate, only to see the pile of c12 masters surrounded by the gate. The reporters and photographers around the fighter, Justin cracked again!

That's rubbish, millions worth of rubbish stuff, my Iron Legion is the good stuff, you figure it out, though I really want to pull those reporters by the collars and pull them into the warehouse I set up below the showroom Take a look at his 120 million-dollar work, but for the effect of the show, Justin could only comfort himself with tears in his heart. Now that those guys are all out, he can find the scene by himself at night, but it’s just that What Justin Hammer himself hadn't thought about at all was, what if the opponent had a stronger hole card at night?