Chapter 1744 No Feeling, Acting on Behalf of Him, Kidnapping

I saw that Killian's hand was fiery red at first, and then turned into a bright orange-yellow light, and the high temperature was quickly transmitted from the part where the hand was in contact with the lower abdomen of the battle armor.

Inside the battle armor, Colonel Rhodes, the emotional rant machine, suddenly felt hot in his stomach, and an uncontrollable thought appeared in his heart.

"No, I can't move, I can't move." He gritted his teeth and muttered, but beads of sweat gradually appeared on his face, and his heart was full of helplessness.

Warframes are equipped with self-protection functions.

Once certain systems are severely damaged, it will automatically open to avoid tragedies such as suffocation of the wearer.

This setting has long been known by Killian, because this set of armor was maintained by AIM before.

Colonel Rhodes really wanted to ask the mother of some people in the Ministry of Defense: What the hell, can you stop letting these big villains touch your precious armor every time! Is there still Wang Fa? Is there still a law?

But patience is futile after all.

In less than a minute, Colonel Rhodes, who felt his iron crotch was getting hotter, was "vomited" out by the armor.

Colonel Rhodes was dying, and he jumped up and kicked away a gangster in front of him.

Killian, who had expected it for a long time, opened his mouth, and came with an Indian magical skill "fire breathing technique". With a puff of fire, a table in front of Rhodes was burned to ashes.

The sentimental Colonel Rhodes raised one hand decisively, and frantically pulled his pants with the other to let the ripening bird dissipate heat as soon as possible.

At the same time, there was an awkward smile on his face: "Wow, you can also breathe fire, how annoying."

Killian smiled disdainfully, and signaled to his subordinates: "Put him in the dungeon first."

Colonel Rhodes, who was almost roasted, had no choice but to be taken away obediently.

Killian clapped his hands: "OK, the master has arrived, it's time for him to perform this last scene." He said and walked towards the hall.

More than a dozen people followed him into the hall, and dragged a middle-aged man in and threw him on the ground. Only then did a little old man come in and sit on a chair. It was the drama lover Trevor Slater that Luke found out.

The guy glanced at Killian with erratic eyes, and continued to sit on the chair in a daze.

Killian frowned: "Is he high?"

One of his subordinates stepped forward and whispered, "No, the master just played an all-night shootout game with two girls last night, and drank a few more cans of beer."

Killian was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand: "Let's start."

Trevor's demeanor changed after being reminded.

At this moment, his eyes were deep, his face was solemn, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed. He sat upright on the chair, and stretched out a foot by the way, stepping on the middle-aged man who was pulled in.

As soon as the pose was set up, the camera opposite the two began to shoot.

Trevor spit out a low and magnetic voice: "...do you know fortune cookies? Fortune cookies are not Chinese food, they are made in the United States according to neon recipes, and they are terrible. This is a complete lie, now What I'm about to tell is another American lie..."

At the same time, the new tenant of the White House, Ellis, the first brother in the United States, is also looking at this scene.

"Are you looking at this one? Thomas Richard, the accountant of Roxon Company." Trevor pointed the gun in his hand at the middle-aged man at his feet: "Mr. President, connect this phone in my hand within 30 seconds, Then he can live."

Not long after the gunshots rang out, Trevor continued: "You made a choice, Mr. President. Next is the final lesson, you will lose a lot, the United States will lose a lot, and your lackey Iron Man can't get it back All this, we will meet again soon."

screen disappears,

Ellis, the first American brother on Air Force One, put down his phone with a heavy expression.

Of course, this is just for show.

The U.S. never negotiates with the airbags, as do all major countries in the world, because it will only lead to more hostage incidents.

Even if the person being held hostage this time is an accountant from the Roxon Company, has entered the upper class, and is considered a bit of a dignitary, it still doesn't help.

In fact, except for the hundreds of super bosses who control the lifeblood of American society, if this person is replaced by a military general or a state senator, the end will be the same.

As long as the country has the operation of sending people to rescue, it doesn't matter whether the hostages are dead or alive.

People who are involved in similar incidents had better pray that they meet superheroes who are happy to save people, otherwise they can only rely on dog luck if they want to live.

Luke and Tony also watched this live TV broadcast, so Luke urged Tony to give Dr. Hansen an injection. Anyway, it's not like he hasn't given her an injection.

It's a pity that the elder and younger are very good at morality, so they didn't fight for someone.

...

At the same time, Pepper, who was far away in New York, immediately helped him deal with inquiries from all parties after confirming that Tony was "unharmed".

Whether Tony is seriously injured or dead, it will be a major earthquake for the Stark Group.

She had to appease the collaborators of the group and prevent these guys from coming to a wall and pushing everyone down.

For a while, Pepper also had to run around in New York City.

It just so happened that Soderbergh's house held a private charity party tonight, and a large number of celebrities and bigwigs gathered there, so Pepper ran over by the way.

The donation is just a matter of asking the assistant to shout. All she needs is to communicate with a group of people face to face before the party starts.

So Pepper arrived earlier.

While she was talking with the collaborators who arrived earlier, a small group of people sneaked into the second floor from the side door of the meeting place, and then penetrated the floor from a room on the second floor and entered an empty room on the first floor.

Putting on the attire of a waiter, the group of eight came out in a single file, and soon entered the party hall with trays of drinks and food.

After a few minutes, one of the short-haired women listened to the information that had just been asked in the headset, stepped forward quickly, and whispered to Pepper who had just finished talking: "Director Michael of the Cassandra Group is on the 2nd Waiting for you in the drawing room, Ms Potts."

Pepper hummed, and looked at the door of the No. 2 reception room. Director Michael was standing at the door waiting for her, with a fake smile on his face.

However, the capitalist didn't have many smiles, so she didn't care, and walked over with two security guards.

When she and two security guards walked into the No. 2 reception room and the door closed behind her, something happened suddenly.

The two security guards were pinched by two waiters who followed from outside the door and twisted their necks. Their necks were instantly deformed and they died on the spot.

Pepper: "You...uh."

Her mouth was covered by one waiter, and another waiter took out a restraint belt and bound her hands and feet.

Director Michael next to him was also tied up, and Pepper immediately understood: No wonder the smile on this man who was waiting at the door was so fake, it turned out that he was kidnapped to lie to her.

Then, this small group of people quickly picked up Pepper, opened the room next to the living room, several people joined forces, quickly burned through the wall blocking the way, and slipped out from the side.

Under the hostage of two people, Pepper could only protest helplessly, watching himself being smuggled out of the charity party.