Marvel turns into Iron Man

Chapter 248 Chapter 247

"I've obviously been waiting for so long, don't you plan to watch this magnificent performance?"

After a long silence, Lang Muluo finally sighed softly.

"...I don't understand what you're saying, but our team will still be waiting for your order."

This guy is pretty darn good——

Hearing the other party's answer, Miss Stark showed a smile on her face as expected.

Since you are willing to compromise, then I am also willing to give you a step down.

As long as you listen to me, everything else doesn't matter, doesn't it?

"So, we need to do something, we..."

"Just stay and do the handover work, and then take the team to New York."

Before Lang Mulow finished speaking, she was interrupted by Miss Stark.

"Uh... yes, sir."

Seeing that he probably couldn't ask any other questions, Lang Muluo could only nod his head and walk away.

He also needs to be responsible for the handover between SHIELD and the National Security Agency in the manor.

"Toni, what shall we do next?"

Seeing that Lang Muluo had left, Rhodes came over again and asked.

"Well, let's go home and... sleep~"

"Go home and... sleep?"

Rhodes looked at her a little blankly.

She just casually touched a secret button on the electronic watch on her wrist.

Soon, a very different movement appeared in the night sky nearly 500 meters above the manor.

The air there formed a twisted state, and then a snow-colored Quin-jet transport plane appeared in midair.

The surrounding S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were also taken aback by the movement.

But after finding out that it was their own Kunming transport plane, they didn't care, and continued to do their own things.

However, the Kun-type transport plane cast lights on its own and landed on the lawn of the manor.

It cannot be captured by naked eye observation, and cannot be tracked by most radar and other equipment.

Miss Stark's private Quinjet transport plane has been hovering over the manor for nearly 48 hours.

The most important thing - it has been chasing Pepper's side, all the way from New York to Miami.

The Quinjet transport plane hovering over the manor in low-power mode is like a silent ghost.

As long as Miss Stark needs it, a large-scale saturation bombing will raze the manor to the ground in an instant.

But luckily, she doesn't need saturation bombing.

That's why this manor was able to escape the end of being destroyed and survived.

She pulled Rhodes onto the Quinjet transport plane, pressed Rhodes on the rear seat and fastened the seat belt.

Then switched the automatic driving of the Quinjet transport plane back to manual driving mode.

"Okay, let's go home—"

The Quin-type transport plane that was switched back to the hidden state was under Miss Stark's superb driving skills.

Gliding across the sky of one city after another at a fairly high speed.

In the early hours of the morning, I finally rushed from the southernmost tip of the east coast to the center of New York City in the middle.

The Quinjet transport plane landed on the circular apron on top of the Stark Industries Building under Jarvis' control.

Rhodes sat on the sofa in the hall and looked at Toni who was walking over with a blanket in a daze.

"Anyway, you can sleep anywhere, just sleep on the sofa tonight."

Miss Stark threw the blanket in her arms to Brother Hei.

"I'm going to bed, good night--"

Without saying anything, he went straight back to his room.

Although she understands that she doesn't want to waste an extra room and trouble the maid to clean up.

But Rhodes was still roaring in his heart why you insisted on making me run all the way back to sleep on the sofa.

Roaring is roaring, and there is nothing he can do about it.

Miss Stark's off-line character is like that, what comes to mind is what.

Thinking of this, Rhodes threw the blanket on the sofa helplessly.

He walked to the bar on the other side of the hall and took a bottle of brandy from the wine rack.

The girl fell asleep comfortably on the bed in the room, but he had to sleep alone on the sofa in the hall.

Although the sofa was not too soft and the blanket was very warm, who could understand the depression in Rhodes' heart.

He smiled wryly and swallowed a mouthful of lemon sea salt brandy.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a glass of wine in his hand, he looked at New York, the city that never sleeps.

Manhattan is still in a night of feasting and bustle, just like daytime.

"I'm sorry for the unreasonable request of the lady. If you need it, you can use the guest room upstairs."

But it's not like poor Rhodes was totally ignored.

Regarding Jarvis' kindness, Colonel Rhodes just shook his head slightly.

In the master bedroom next door, Miss Stark came out of the bathroom to rest for a while.

After the hair was completely dry, he had already climbed into his big bed.

Then he fell into dreamland comfortably.

The fact that she can easily fall asleep does not mean that everyone will lie down like her without any psychological burden.

"You trash, haven't the Iron Patriots done it yet?!"

In New York Harbor, dozens of kilometers away from Midtown Manhattan, among the abandoned factory buildings.

Artificial lights have already illuminated the interior of the entire factory building as if it were daytime.

But Killian has already fallen into irritability, and these unreasonable irritability comes from the sense of crisis about the future.

He, Dr. Aldrich Killian, was a brilliant scientist.

But why, everything I do will be disturbed by others.

Especially that inexplicable woman, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

Killian couldn't be sure whether he was wanted by the federal government, so he could only hide here.

However, the engineers were also helpless in the face of their boss's questioning.

The cracking program of the original Warframe's internal system was about to be broken.

But out of nowhere, an inexplicable underlying security protocol stopped them again.

Now, the hackers that Killian transferred from the company are working hard to crack it.

However, what these people don't know is that this is a layer of defense that Miss Stark has temporarily added to Jarvis.

She is very satisfied with her work and believes that no one can decipher it without her permission.

The answer is right, Killian's people have no way to start with this security protocol.

The only way to crack it - it can only be canceled by Jarvis at seven o'clock in the morning.

Or if you can run to Stark Industries and hack into Jarvis' main system.

When Killian's engineers excitedly ran to the boss to claim credit.

Miss Stark's alarm clock just rang.

A slender arm stretched out from under the quilt, groping unconsciously at the head of the bed.

"Miss, do you need me to turn off the alarm clock for you?"

Jarvis couldn't see it, after all, there was no actual alarm clock in the bedroom.

What sounded was only the electronic alarm clock controlled by Jarvis.

He waved his arm twice in the air, accompanied by two indistinct hums from the bed.

PS:

When I wrote the last paragraph, I had a smile on my face 23333