Marvel turns into Iron Man

Chapter 458 Chapter 456 The Story in the President's Office

Although according to the company's marketing department survey, more than 90.00% of Americans who can afford insurance have chosen to purchase superhero insurance.

However, how could Miss Stark choose to intervene because of such a boring excuse as money.

The mediator was temporarily borrowed from the White House in exchange for leaving the drone with the President.

The reason for choosing this Mark-36 mediator is not only because its name sounds more in line with the current situation.

Its armor is much stronger than that of drones, and it also has corresponding anti-riot equipment, so it's not surprising to choose this one, isn't it?

The most important thing is that now Rogers and Natasha are in a hard fight, and Miss Stark doesn't want her best friend to be hurt.

This is also the reason why she chose to intervene, but it is not the main reason.

At this time, the wild behavior of the steel armor under Miss Stark's control naturally fell into the eyes of the Winter Soldier.

As if knowing that he might not be able to deal with a steel armor, the Winter Soldier did not choose to fight to the end, but retreated wisely.

Natasha and Sam returned to Rogers' side a few minutes later, but what they saw was a somewhat dazed Rogers.

Of course Rogers was stunned - after the steel armor threw their attacker out, he didn't even say a word to him and then left.

Maybe it was in response to Natasha's saying "She may not want to talk to you now, you know, girls sometimes have a temper like this."

Just a few minutes later, an encrypted electronic positioning message was sent to the mobile phones of the three of them respectively.

Even Falcon Sam Wilson, who joined temporarily, was also there-who knows how the other party knew his phone number.

"It seems to be an address, what do you think?"

Perhaps thinking that Sam didn't have much help with this thing, Rogers looked at the message on the phone and asked Natasha.

"It's probably her who sent it. I don't know what's there, but we'd better hear her past."

Natasha looked at the location displayed on the electronic map on the phone, rubbed her temple lightly and replied.

Washington State, a mountain between Washington and Seattle, on the verge of a dam in Lake View Cemetery.

Miss Stark's positioning them in this way is definitely not out of fun, there must be something there.

But now, without Sitwell leading the way, Rogers and others may not be able to enter the S.H.I.E.L.D.

But before they finished thinking about it, there were some sad sirens on the street in the distance.

"Oh shit, the S.H.I.E.L.D. team is coming—"

Before she had time to think about it, Natasha immediately dragged Rogers and Sam down the street to the path.

The three people who were arrested had nowhere to go at this time. If they wanted to get some information, they could only go to the address given by Miss Stark.

After making up their minds, the three of them pried a low-key van from the side of the road and drove towards the Lake View Cemetery.

At the same time, on Pennsylvania Avenue, in the Office of the President of the White House, Miss Stark barely closed her glasses.

She reached out to take off the glasses on the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes and stretched out her hands to pinch the painful place where the bridge of her nose was pinched.

"What's the situation? The secretariat reported to me what happened on the elevated road, and the relevant departments have also dealt with it."

Mr. President pushed open the door of his office and walked in holding a tray with two cups of coffee in his hand.

"Not bad, at least we figured out that Captain America is still on our side."

Miss Stark opened her eyes, got up from the sofa, took the coffee cup handed over by Mr. President, and thanked her softly.

"So—the Hydra, do they really have plans to move?"

Mr. President smiled and waved his hands, but his eyes were on the lawn outside the office window.

There, an orange Mark-36 Peacemaker has just landed and is being overhauled by the White House engineering team.

"Exactly, the activity we anticipated and is proceeding exactly on the path we have laid."

"You just need to relax, hand over the rest of the work, and then you can go to Hawaii with peace of mind."

While talking, Miss Stark reached out to pick up her tablet from the table and flipped through it.

"I just want you to make sure they don't pose a threat to the public. …"

"Strictly speaking, the scope of this operation is probably around Theodore Roosevelt Island."

She replied without raising her head, which surprised President Eisley.

"Theodore Roosevelt Island, so something is wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Oh, I accidentally slipped my mouth."

Facing Mr. President's questioning gaze, Miss Stark just turned her head and smiled softly.

"Eisley, I know you will keep the secret, right?"

She didn't seem to be worried about the result of the other party's leak at all.

"...I don't care, as long as you don't make a big mess before I retire, you can talk about anything."

"But I also believe that you don't want to face trouble after taking over the White House."

"As an elderly person with more than 40 years of life experience, I think you'd better play it safe."

Sighing slightly, President Eisley walked slowly behind his desk and sat down, but his eyes fell on a photo on his desk.

That is a photo of him with his wife and daughter—it also happens that after the end of his term, he will choose to take them to Hawaii for vacation.

After that, I might take the mother and daughter to live in Europe, or return to the United States to buy a farm.

But the premise is that his term of office can end safely without any major disturbances.

President Eisley is indeed a type who cares about the country, but he doesn't have much background.

The times are getting more and more chaotic, and facing some big businessmen with ulterior motives, even the president can only compromise.

Thinking of this, the old man once again looked at the woman sitting on the reception sofa in the office with prudent eyes.

It is just a girl who is about the same age as her own daughter, but it is not easy to bear such a heavy burden on her body.

Thinking of the scene when the two confronted and scolded each other in the courtroom a few years ago, Mr. President just showed a kind smile.

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