Chapter 222 Fireworks

The outer skeleton of Stark Building unfolded with a roar, the mesh structure supporting the triangular tower retracted, the cylindrical metal skeleton shell opened, the main supporting structure popped out from the inside, the gun barrels fitted and embedded, the shells unfolded layer by layer, and armed.

Countless identical processes were repeated, the metallic brilliance was like the sunlight floating on the sea, and the delicate steel skeleton was like a fish floating out of the sea. In just a few seconds, the entire Stark Building unfolded and evolved from top to bottom, and countless turrets and weapons surged out.

After all the small turrets on the top layer were unfolded, a row of launchers rose between the two metal columns at the top of the triangular tower, and then turned with a buzzing sound, aiming at the two parties in the stalemate.

"Defense protocol activated, standard defense measures deployed, locking... locking completed... ready..."

Over the layers of hard metal and the perfectly fitted inner structure, the levers tilted, the gears turned, the energy was transmitted along the line, preheated, the firing pins vibrated, the first-level gun barrels, the second-level gun barrels, the muzzles blooming like flower bags, and light descended.

A rain of fire poured down. The Stark mecha troops led by War Machine Rod took off, evacuated, and cross-covered in an orderly manner, while the Hammer mecha troops led by Justin Hammer fully demonstrated what it meant to be a "headless fly".

At the moment he wanted to take off, half of the hundreds of mechas were defeated by the violent light rain of fire.

The debris with thick smoke fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and shook twice in place, completely turning into powder.

Everyone who was taken to the security floor of Stark Building saw a missile with a sharp sound of breaking through the air catching up with a mecha, and after a violent explosion, countless fragments fell.

Then hundreds of missiles with tail smoke passed by, screaming like evil spirits with paint numbers in the dark night. Everyone behind the glass curtain wall was silhouetted by the violent explosion. They looked up and saw the fireworks blooming in the white sky over New York.

Hammer thought that today's scene would be a robot war, but it turned out that ground-to-air missiles and ground-to-air comprehensive firepower coverage are the best weapons against these mechas.

Stark, who has experienced the advent of the mechanical master, no longer wants to fight any enemy in close combat.

Iron Man now believes that that kind of combat method is an insult to the machine. In the torrent of steel, every enemy should have the most suitable way of death for him, just like the ultimate goal pursued by industry and machinery, calm, precise, and sufficient firepower.

The real Iron Man can have thousands of ways to destroy his enemies, allowing them to be disassembled, shattered, exploded into fireworks, and burned into ashes, but all these methods should never include driving a mecha to rush up and punch the opponent.

Obadiah stood behind the glass wall of his office and looked out. Stark was floating in the air. As he waved his arms, the missiles were like a group of sharks chasing prey. Justin's mecha troops were chased and fled desperately. Under the high-intensity firepower coverage, Justin and Whiplash could not even find a chance to approach Stark.

He thought of Stark fighting with the mecha driven by General Johnson. At that time, Stark was forced into a very embarrassing situation and even seriously injured. Now, the supporting structures on both sides of the glass curtain wall were full of stacked turrets. The fire of bullets made Obadiah unable to see the situation outside clearly.

Obadiah lowered his head, lit a cigarette for himself, and then picked up the phone. Before the call was connected, he muttered to himself: "It seems that your son has finally come to his senses..."

When Stark's amazing firepower was fully deployed, the military helicopter arrived, but they did not dare to approach the fire coverage area at all. Even the advanced mecha driven by Justin collapsed at the touch of a button under such fierce fire coverage. The armed helicopter could not withstand such an offensive.

But the problem they faced was that after the entire Stark Building was converted into a cluster of turrets, the area covered by the firepower was a bit too large. They could not even talk to Stark face to face, and could only call him from a distance.

Obadiah's voice was the first to sound in Stark's mech. He heard his uncle calmly say, "Soon, the military will call you. You must get back the benefits you gave away. Do as I say..."

Two minutes later, Rod's voice came from Stark's mech: "The military wants to negotiate. Do you want to connect?"

"Refuse to connect. You take the mech armed forces to kill the few fish that have not been broken and make sure that they no longer have any armed forces except Justin and Yin Fan's mechs."

"Received, Zizi..."

Two minutes later, Jarvis' voice sounded: "The scan results are being confirmed... The threat has been completely eliminated, the firepower coverage is shrinking, and the military communication has been connected..."

Before the person on the other side could speak, Stark said: "Send a helicopter over, we will talk."

Looking at the countless turrets on the Stark Building that had not yet been put away, the military contact said: "We can't go over there, please leave your firepower coverage, and then..."

"Leave my firepower coverage?" Stark's tone was a little sarcastic: "Do you have a new moon landing plan recently?"

"Dudu" A busy tone came from the military's communication, and soon, Stark heard an older voice: "In ten minutes, we will send someone to Stark Building for negotiations..."

Under the watchful eyes of the military helicopter, Stark landed slowly, put away the mecha covering his body, and then walked back into the building.

Soon, the turrets on the building of Stark Building gradually retracted, and the flow of people released from the security layer, like a flood, gushed out of the narrow door.

As the sky gradually darkened, the huge school of fish gradually split and returned to where they should go, and lights lit up one after another between the buildings.

Tonight, New York is brightly lit and sleepless.

In the buildings of the Global Times, the Daily Bugle, and the New York Daily, countless people were busy working from the windows, and photos were sent to the printers one by one. Newspapers flew out of the printing plant, like butterflies, flapping their wings in the sky above New York, drawing smooth arcs.

The newspaper employees who had worked overtime all night watched the amber-like coffee drip into the cup in front of the coffee machine, splashing circles of water and bringing up rippling foam.

After the foam dissipated, Schiller put down the cup, reached out to take off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, closed the newspaper in his hand, and asked Rod beside him: "So, the military and Stark negotiated?"

"It will happen sooner or later." Rod's tone was very relaxed. After returning from vacation, the serious temperament of the soldier on him was diluted a lot. Rod took a sip of coffee and said: "But the military made a mistake."

"What?"

Rod smiled, and he recalled the scene after the battle yesterday.

The hurried and fine footsteps sounded in the lobby on the first floor of Stark Building. The elevator door opened, and several pairs of boots stepped into the elevator. The serious faces of the generals were blocked by the slowly closing elevator door.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived. Following the guidance of the light, they pushed open the door of a conference room, but the person who appeared in the conference room was not Tony Stark as expected, but another person, the person they least wanted to see.

The leading admiral's expression twitched, and he uttered a name in a low voice: "...Obadiah Stani."

Schiller took a sip of coffee, turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page, and said as he read: "I can already imagine their miserable situation."

"Maybe it's even worse than you think." Rhodes' tone was a bit gloating. He said: "Since I left the military system and looked at these things from the perspective of an outsider, I found that it was a stupid thing for me to stand in the position of these people and ask everyone to contribute to the country."

"Then you don't plan to go back?"

Rhodes shook his head and said: "It's difficult for me to completely get out of this system. I have gone too far on this road."

"I'm waiting for the right time, waiting for me to have the ability to change it, even if it's only part of it."

"After all, I can't be hired by Tony and work completely for him, because then I won't have the position to punch him when he makes a mistake."

"I can see that you really want to punch him."

"I said, I'm waiting for the right time." Rhodes shrugged and smiled.

"Let's talk about the negotiations. Justin Hammer and Yin Fan Wanke should have participated, right?"

"Yes, their part is the most exciting."

After the generals came in, Justin Hammer and Yin Fan Wanke, who were in tatters and smoking, followed them.

Rhodes and several other mechas escorted them here. Obadiah sat at the conference table. He didn't even look at Hammer, but his eyes fell on Yin Fan's face.

When Stark came in, he was wearing a suit and was spotless. After seeing Justin's mecha, he walked up with a smile, and then slapped the shoulder of the mecha with his hand. With a "click", the shoulder armor fell off directly, and a series of sparks came out of the internal circuit. With a "bang", the arm armor on the arm also exploded.

Stark said with a smile: "What did you call this thing? Ex-wife? Is that all a married man can do? Hahahaha!"

Yin Fan next to him wanted to shake his fist, but Rod stopped him. The two electric whips of Whip had been disarmed, and the room was full of Stark's mechas, so he had to surrender.

Obadiah still looked at Yin Fan. He knocked on the table and motioned everyone to take a seat. Tony and Rod sat on the left, the military, Hammer and Yin Fan sat on the right, and Obadiah sat in the middle.

He looked at the military first and said calmly: "I understand you are going to knock on the door, but the action is as rough as ever.

He glanced at Justin Hammer and said: "The gloves you found are far inferior to his father's, and the sound of knocking on the door is not pleasant. "

With Obadiah around, Stark entered into a trance again. He didn't try to understand what Obadiah was referring to, nor did he bother to think about the current situation. Apart from these actions, all he could do was stare at Yin Fan.

After skipping the lengthy stage of mutual testing, courtesy and reminiscing about the past, skipping the debate on good and evil, and morality, and finally skipping the stage of both hosts and guests having a good time and looking forward to world peace, more than an hour later, things finally got down to business.