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Compared with Americans, the French pay more attention to delicate feelings, which may be innate to them, such as the frenzy during the Great Revolution and the anger during World War I. James McCarran is naturally such a person. At the moment of Obadiah, he jumped on it with great excitement, regardless of whether the other party was an old glass.

But even if Obadiah is an old glass, it is estimated that McCarran will not care, maybe he will take the initiative to pout his ass and help me become the king of the world, please!

"Oh, my dear Mr. Obadiah, your presence makes my humble house bright!" James McCarran said, pointing to his sixty-five million manor.

"What a humble home!" Obadiah took off his coat, which he hadn't washed for weeks, and casually threw it on McCarran's 500,000 leather handmade sofa.

McCarran looked at the dirty sofa and the two men who were also dirty, and could only cough.

"Well, Mr. Obadiah, you have worked hard this way. I will send someone to take you to rest, take a bath, eat something, and get a good night's sleep, and then we will talk about cooperation slowly!"

"Okay, lead the way!" Obadiah had no objection. He didn't worry about what McCarran would do to him, or what would happen to the Mark he was leaving behind. Tony Stark's reactor was with him anyway. , Mark's armor is just an iron shell, if James McCarran wants that m134 machine gun, then give it to him!

After Obadiah left, James also waved his hand and asked his two best men to wash too, especially the white ghost, who was about to become a yellow ghost, uh, he was originally yellow.

"Boss, is this old guy really that important?" said the white ghost with Kunai in his hands, puzzled.

"He's a businessman, he's also a scientist, and most importantly, he's a former executive of Stark Industries! Do you think he's wanted now, so he's useless?"

"Uh!" Bai Phantom stopped the Kunai in his hand. He really didn't understand. In fact, McCarran was quite difficult. Among the talented people under his command, the most capable of fighting was Bai Phantom. He was born in Japan. He has been valued by the local ninja sect since he was a child, and even became the apprentice of the leader, Master Lanying, but he was forced to leave when he was ten years old for some reason. Years of martial arts career and displacement made him not much He went to school, but he was murderous. He had a natural contempt for technicians. What's the use of knowing some wool knowledge? Even if you are powerful, it can only be solved with two swords!

But this is exactly what McCarran is looking forward to. Which one would you choose, a savage killer who doesn't pay much attention to modern technology, and an action team member who is always holding a computer and carrying high-tech weapons?

"Obadia has deep roots in America. Otherwise, how could he stay so safe in South America? South America is the back garden of the United States. The CIA, NSA, and even the FBI have countless informants in South America, those warlords. It can be changed every three days, but he only has nothing to do, which has already explained the problem, in addition, he himself is an excellent Ph.D. in mechanical engineering!"

"Then which one are we going to prepare for him?" interrupted Anna, the black-haired beauty standing on the other side.

"No, it's not time yet. Obadiah is still suspicious of us. Does the iron armor you brought back look familiar?" McCarran pointed at Mark Yi with his tablet.

"I don't know, how many knives can this thing stop me?" The white ghost who was still fascinated and confident.

"That's aerospace-grade titanium armor, your knife is useless against that thing!" Anna poured cold water on the side.

"If you're talking nonsense, I'll kill you, my apprentice!" The most unpleasant thing for the white ghost is that someone said that his knife is not good.

"This is true, but with Obadiah there, maybe he can contribute some formulas to strengthen your knife!"

"I feel that this black tin can is similar to the tin can that appeared on the news not long ago, but this one looks uglier and bigger, and the golden-red thing looks more beautiful! "Unlike the white ghost, Anna on the other side usually watches the news a lot, and she can see the origin of this thing at a glance.

"You mean, this thing has nothing to do with Stark Industries? Right?"

"That's right, it's probably the work of that idiot!" When he mentioned Stark, James McCarran tickles his teeth with hatred.

When it comes to hatred with Stark, James McCarran has a lot of bitterness to fall. That year in Switzerland, James McCarran, who was eager to open the American market, felt that Stark should be a breakthrough, so he excitedly went up to say hello, I thought I could give Stark a good look by virtue of his status as the only designated arms dealer in France, but the other party asked him what he had to boast about. James McCarran babbled about a bunch of planes produced by his company. Missiles or something, but the other party shook his head, saying that these are things with no technical content, and no one even wants to sell them to North Korea.

The conscience of heaven and earth, at that time, James McCarran was all about growing his family, soaking in the research institute every day, and the equipment he developed was used in English, French and German.

The more crucial thing, at that time, McCarran also took a fancy to a girl, but the god-killed Starkla went to play a threesome.

"If this revenge is not avenged, I, McCarran, swear not to be a human being!"

"Then let me kill him!" Hearing that his boss had so much hatred for that Stark, White Specter yawned and said boringly.

"No, I want to ruin his reputation. If I just kill him, it will be cheap for him!" McCarran picked up a metal mask hanging on the wall behind him, and said viciously, "I want to make his life worse than death, This is the best ending for him!"

"Ah!" Stark, who was far away in New York, was still a good baby in his mansion at this time. There was nothing he could do. The incident happened. After the improved Mark II, Stark just returned from serving as a street vigilante. He asked Jarvis to remove his armor, and Pepper Pepper suddenly walked into his room with the document.

Because Tony gave Pepper permission before, Jarvis would not call the police when she came in, so Stark died instantly socially.

"Pepper, listen to my quibble, no, it's an explanation, things are not what you think!" Stark decided to preemptively, so he spoke first and interrupted Pepper's inquiry.

"I haven't said anything yet? What are you doing in such a hurry?" Pepper also suddenly forgot what to say because of Stark's quick reply.

"Uh, let me speak first!"

"I'll say it first!"

"Then you speak first!"

"Then you speak first!"

"Speaking of which, I didn't know we had such a tacit understanding!" Stark poured himself a glass of gin and took a sip.

"What do you want to say? Then hurry up!" Pepper blushed slightly because of the unanimous voice of the two just now.

"Actually just now, it's mine... um... my high-tech prosthesis, you know, because of the chest injury, my condition has not been very good. Although the shrapnel has stopped flowing, it is still a mental torment for me. There are great side effects, so I made such a thing, which is usually used to help me walk!"

"walk?"

"Uh, actually, occasionally I choose to fly, you know, flying has always been my hobby!"

"Anthony Edward Tony Stark!" Pepper's expression was extra serious at the moment, "Do you think I look like a three-year-old girl? Do you think I don't watch the news? Do you think I'm so easy to deceive?"

"It's not my fault!"

"Look at this!" Pepper, like an angry tigress, stepped forward to point to the small pits on the steel suit made by bullets and shell fragments.

"I understand you, but you should also understand that you are just an ordinary person, and these bullets are killing people! Your luck this time does not mean that you will be so lucky next time!"

"Actually, the defensive power of titanium alloy is very good, and it can resist the close-range shooting of large-caliber weapons. I am a professional, you have to trust me, Pepper!"

"But guns, cannons, bombs are dangerous, so you can't learn from Mr. Fischer? He has a lot of soldiers, so can't we also form a security company and recruit some people to do what you're going to do? "

"Then why am I making this thing?" Stark stretched out his hand and stroked the Mark's armor that condensed his own efforts. This is the most worthy of showing off in his life, and it is also the first piece he made not for killing but for killing. works for protection.

"Then you must promise me one thing!"

"Ten will do!"

"No, just one, protect yourself, we can't live without you, Mr. Stark!"

"certainly!"

Pepper came to Stark because the company's reactor to be delivered to the giant is a controlled item, and it must be signed by Stark for confirmation. Unexpected joy.

"The four reactor cores for the Titans have been completed. Should we ship them now or wait, the final payment for the Titans has not been settled yet!"

"Send it to them, I have a hunch, that guy Fisher Adams will definitely make a big news recently!" Stark thought about the satellite drawings that guy sent him last time, and suddenly felt that he should do it too. A similar thing, this satellite can launch its own battle armor, so if the battle armor is damaged and needs to be replaced, it can be carried out directly on the battlefield without returning to the base!

"Jarvis, calculate how much this satellite will cost!" Stark pulled out a three-view of a square satellite and let Jarvis start creating the data, "Sorry, Pepper, I just had another idea, the company It's up to you to decide!"