Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

From the perspective of those who know the details of the hotel, this wave of mercenary strategy is really looking for death. If you want the crystal ball and mysterious items inside, you should just break into the hotel just now. Why delay time and show so many RPGs?

If their previous attack on the hotel was considered a robbery, it was under the jurisdiction of the Manhattan Police Department, and at most FB1.

But when that car of RPGs appeared on the street, the nature changed completely—it was a premeditated terrorist attack.

The events of the Twin Towers flashed through the minds of countless big figures, and their expressions changed again immediately:

What happens when a well-trained terrorist gets a truckload of RPGs and is in the middle of New York City?

"Dinglingling... Nick Fury, what on earth did you do with S.H.I.E.L.D., you actually let so many heavy weapons into New York, go and get rid of it right now!"

"...Nick Fury, whenever an RPG is fired, just wait until you bring me a military court."

"Nick Fury, don't get even a cent of SHIELD's budget this year. You can figure it out yourself."

"Nick, this is the White House..."

"Mom Fucker!"

Fury hung up the phone. His one eye was covered with bloodshot eyes and turned red. The others did not dare to breathe, for fear of following in the footsteps of a colleague.

"boom!"

Damn Lark, nothing good happens every time I meet him... Fury punched the seat, wanting to rush in and kill him immediately to avoid any further trouble.

"Drive, go to Manhattan!"

At the same time, Hill also received a call from the council. His tone was a little more relaxed, but he also indicated that if the matter was not handled properly, he should not even think about leaving the headquarters, and just go home and farm.

She had no choice but to evacuate with most of the staff, leaving a few people to hand over to Happy and act as liaison officers.

The convoy left and several text messages were sent again.

Lark came to the sky above the hotel wearing a battle armor. There were orange-yellow flames inside the hotel and there was loud gunfire.

"Hailson, how is the situation inside?"

"Bang bang! You can still hold on. Their target is you, so they didn't use RPG."

"Hold on a little longer, and I'll clean up the outside first."

"OK, bang bang! Da da da!"

Lark hung up the communication and controlled the armor to float around the hotel. Jarvis turned on the scanner to find the people hiding in the building.

Three seconds later, the screen showed two mercenaries hiding behind the wall. The muzzles of the guns turned dark red, the shoulder armor opened, and two missiles as thick as a thumb flew straight out.

"Boom!"

"Crack clap clap!"

A big hole opened in the wall, gravel flew around, and the dust dispersed. Two bloody corpses lay in the distance, with dark red hearts still beating slightly, bringing gurgling blood.

A tongue of fire suddenly shot out from under the hotel, grazing the armor and blasting into the building and hitting the ceiling, sweeping in heat.

"Boom!"

Lak returned the salute with a missile backhand, and then quickly skipped around. The armor on his back continuously poured missiles outward, bringing up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The mercenary leader kept staring outside, and when he heard the movement, he knew that the brothers who were guarding around were finished. He waved his big hand to stop the gunfire. Everyone walked to the window with their RPGs on their shoulders and aimed at the armor in the sky. A dozen missiles flew out at the same time. .

"emission!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Without Jarvis' reminder, Lark had already sensed it, the soles of his feet ignited flames, and the armor suddenly lifted into the air, passing by again and crashing into the building next door.

RPG is not an anti-aircraft missile and has no tracking function.

"Crack Kacha!"

Lak drew an arc in the air, aimed at the floor where the mercenaries were, and crashed directly into it. The three unlucky eggs flew a few meters away with a "boom", and Jenga music was embedded in the wall.

Looking across this floor, there are no more RPGs. They must all be downstairs, so I didn't bring them up.

The rest of the mercenaries reacted quickly, drew their guns and fired, and the people in the next room quickly surrounded them.

"Da da da da."

Huang Chengcheng's bullets hit the battle armor, except for wiping off a little paint, they couldn't even stop Lark's footsteps.

He strode forward against the rain of bullets, clenched his fist with his right hand, the metal armor passed through his chest, his five fingers spread out, and a beating heart fell down.

The mercenaries are like robots, turning a blind eye to the death of their teammates and continuing to shoot.

Lark turned into a bloodthirsty butcher and sent them to God with a pair of iron fists. No, those who died under my hands are not qualified to meet anyone.

The pressure suddenly dropped, and Hailsson immediately rushed down with his men.

The situation turned again, and the pressure came to the mercenaries.

Fury, who had been secretly monitoring the hotel, was relieved. Damn Lak was finally reliable. In this case, I will let your crystal ball go for the time being.

He pressed his ears, ready to let Rumlow come in to clean up the mess, when the screen suddenly flashed and a figure rushed out of the Jarod Building.

"Boom!"

The Winter Soldier stepped on the ground, jumped two meters high and jumped onto the truck. The iron sheet seemed to be under a heavy load, leaving two deep craters. With a slight movement of his thumb, the firing pin ignited the primer, and the grenade flew into the window at high speed.

"boom!"

Seeing that the grenade was about to hit the armor, Lark suddenly turned around and raised his hand to grab it. The grenade, as thick as a fist, exploded in the palm of his hand. The impact swept around and ignited the room with flames.

The glass of the building next door was red, and the five-pointed heart shield on the back of the Winter Soldier disappeared in a flash.

"Mom, Faker, Rumlow is going to rescue the captain."

……

"Tap tap! tap tap!"

The pitch-black armor came out of the raging fire, the blood dried up, forming lines on the surface of the armor, and a pair of eyes on the face armor glowed red, as if the demon king was alive.

Countless people in front of the screen gasped at the same time, the oppressive force was so strong that most people couldn't stop it.

Suddenly everyone's eyes went dark, and the signal was cut off.

"Shet, what are you doing, the critical moment is gone."

"Hurry up and find a way to get the video screen."

Countless people were restless and wanted to kill the bastard who blocked the signal.

Lark stood on the edge of the flames, feeling the heat wave behind him. He stared at the figure on the truck, and his icy voice sounded far, far away in the night sky:

"I've been waiting for you, Bucky Barnes!"

Yes, the person who came was not Steve, but his good friend Bucky. Although he was wearing a half-face armor, Lark recognized him at a glance.

This is the only man with a metal arm.

Lark glanced around and said, "And you, come out together, stinky rats from hell."

A dark cloud floated in the clear sky, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, the alarm bell disappeared, and the hotel seemed to enter another world.

A strong wind blew on the street, rustling the leaves, and the dust around the bomb crater was rolled into the sky, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

There was a faint sulfur smell in the air.

"Jiejie, Jiejie, I didn't expect you to find out. The guy in the sticky mouth is indeed quite capable."

A strong man stepped out from a dark corner. Black mist surged on his body, blending into the night, and the scars at the corners of his eyes were particularly eye-catching under the firelight.

As soon as the words fell, footsteps sounded again in the distance, and a pair of goat horns on the ground slowly moved towards this side. His blood-red eyes stared straight at the battle armor: "I said, I will find you."

"A lot of nonsense!"

Lak took a step forward, the battle armor disappeared, revealing the black suit on his body, holding the long knife with one hand.

The scabbard patted his leg lightly, and he raised his head: "The two guys behind the truck, don't you plan to come out together?"

No one spoke.

"Hehe, let's see how long you can hide."

The power of the dragon covered his whole body, and Lark stepped forward several meters with his legs. Golden energy poured into the handle of the knife along his wrist, forming a 5-meter-long golden knife in the air.

"Chuck."

Seeing him jumping down, the two demons grinned grinningly and transformed into swords to finish the work. Anyway, according to their information, Lark is just a mage who knows how to order spells, as long as he avoids the golden light.

But can anyone tell me what happened to that five-meter-long golden knife? It contains more energy than all of us combined.

How to stop this?

"Fake."

"Shet."

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two demons jumped forward and rolled out. The golden knife arrived in an instant, grazing the two demons and slashing into the asphalt road, exploding a deep pit several meters long.

"boom!"

The debris flew and the surrounding vehicles were given a free beauty treatment. The glass was shattered and the car body was left with dents of various sizes.

The Scar Demon stood up and hid behind the truck without any explanation, and shouted angrily: "Sticky One, you bastard, didn't you say he only knows a few spells and is easy to deal with?"

The viscous man was also frightened, retracted the goat horns, and hid on the other side: "Fuck, how do I know, the last time we met, he only had a small lightsaber. If I hadn't been careless at the end, I would have lost."

Xie Te, do you believe this... The Scar Demon secretly complained, then turned his head and said, "Don't hide, you two, let's kill him together, I'm still waiting for a big meal."

As he spoke, he licked his lower lip, the human soul is the best tonic for demons.

After the truck, two figures walked out again, and the four demons quickly discussed the countermeasures, and decided to let the iron arm be the MT, and they wandered around the periphery to output as much as possible.

Reality is not a transformation game, and Lark is not a big devil. The four devils are still chattering. He smashes the grenade gun with a volley in the air, puts his foot on the ground again, flies up and kicks Bucky on the knee.

It's amazing to have a shield!

"Crack!"

Bucky flew upside down, his legs bent back at a ninety-degree angle.

The four demons immediately dispersed as they sensed something was not going well. However, Lark had already anticipated this. His right hand was slightly deflected, and the golden light slashed diagonally downwards from left to right, perfectly covering the slime's escape route.

"No--"

The golden light is like cutting tofu with a knife, splitting the viscous thing in two, the dragon's power poured in and locked its soul in the body, Lak jumped down, brushed his right hand, and the place was empty.

"Energy value +2000"

It is better to cut off one finger than to injure the enemy's ten fingers.

Because of an agreement with Ancient One, the demons participating in the operation borrowed most of the energy from the main body of hell. The original intention was to build the portal as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, it was cheaper for Lark now.

Upon seeing this, the three demons immediately threw away their bodies, restored their energy form, and started fighting with Lark.

Among them, the scar demon is the most clever. It took the lead to possess Bucky, healed his legs and let him stand in front, while he huddled in the back and took action.

The whole process seems to take a long time, but from Bucky's appearance to the death of the Gooey Man, the whole process adds up to less than two minutes.

The expo has just kicked off at this moment.

There are so many people commuting to and from New Jersey that the car crawls like a turtle on the road and doesn't move for a long time.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

The ear-piercing sound of the horn made people upset, the fat head with big ears and red eyes, shortness of breath, and heavy hand slaps on the steering wheel, the passengers in the car were frightened by his appearance and did not dare to talk to him.

The car in front moved, and the door opened. The black guy came over with a pistol.

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

The blue and white front of the bus exploded, and the endless light and heat quickly swallowed the entire bus. The dark-skinned boy bore the brunt and was torn into pieces.

The people in the car only let out a scream, and then their internal organs were shattered by the shock wave that followed, and several cars around them were overturned along the way.

"Crack!"

Where ordinary people can't see, a wisp of black mist drilled into a certain car along the ground, and the driver's eyes flickered and then returned to normal.

"Drip drip drip!"

The sound of the explosion was heard far away, coupled with the flames soaring into the sky, the police and the people left behind by Hill were attracted at the same time and went to check.

Happy kept everyone vigilant and contacted Tony: "Boss, have you seen the situation outside?"

"Don't worry, just guard the door."

In the box, Tony was wearing a battle armor and sitting on the sofa, beside Abao and Wang, Pepper and Eleanor mother and daughter did not know where they went.

Two virtual screens stood in front of me out of thin air, and on the right was a floor plan, with dozens of red dots all over the expo site, and at the same time, there were 11 super large red dots that surrounded and quickly attacked.

At this moment, Tony stared nervously at the surveillance screen on the left. A bald man was staring straight at the bunny girl on the stage, and a woman with heavy makeup beside him pinched his waist.

The bald man was about to scream, but his vision went dark in the next second. The woman took advantage of the situation and let him lean on her shoulders. To outsiders, they looked like a loving couple.

As if the start button was pressed, people found boyfriend/girlfriend, wife and children one after another in dozens of small screens, a very touching scene.

The red dots disappeared one after another in the venue, and soon only three of them were left next to each other. Upon seeing this, Tony asked Hailsson to lead someone to quietly deal with them.

However, it was still a step too late. The three people who had just set off received text messages at the same time. They threw away their mobile phones, opened their windbreakers, took out two submachine guns and pointed them at the crowd.

Haytham: "No."

Tony: "Not good."

At the moment of crisis, Wang drew a circle with his right hand, and an orange halo appeared in the box. Although the three people on the opposite side couldn't figure out the situation, the muscle memory from their bodies made them pull the trigger.

"Da da da da..."

The moment the gunfire rang out, Tony rushed out with a lunge, arms spread out in a hug, and the shoulder armor that had already been opened made three soft sounds. The heads of the three exploded, and their arms drooped, and were immediately caught by a pair of iron palms.

"Puff puff."

Tony flattened the muzzle of the gun and handed the man over to Haytham, who was coming over. At this time, the audience who were closer realized that someone was attacking.

Blaring music and a bunny girl helped a lot.

He casually made an excuse about holographic projection, and then took the initiative to sacrifice himself and take photos with everyone, finally fooling him.

There was no movement inside the venue. Pierce realized something was wrong and ordered a full-scale attack.

The text messages of jingling bells rang out one after another outside the venue, and most of the people had just made a move before they were dealt with by people from the hotel hidden in the crowd.

Individuals who were not on the intelligence system fell down after firing two shots.

What's outrageous is that Hill only sent a dozen plainclothesmen in total, but half of them betrayed them on the spot. The agents suffered heavy casualties, and the few who survived looked confused.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Clap!"

When the gunshot rang out, Happy grabbed the two guys on the blacklist against his chest, and the others quickly drew their guns and aimed at the snack cart opposite.

"Da da da da!"