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"I hope it won't disturb you."

Tony hesitation, and finally did not reject Ancient One’s kindness. He just changed the table, crouched on it, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep, but after a while, he sweated profusely and swayed his body in his sleep. , Making an uneasy low snort.

Ancient One sighed, not surprised, but waved a magic trick to silence Tony.

"Roar!"

When Tony Stark opened his eyes, the scene in front of him did not change, but this is also the characteristic of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Time seems to have lost its meaning here. Only the growing potted plants confirm the existence and passage of time.

"Thank you for your help, let me sleep well, Ancient One magician."

Hilara...

Tony Stark slept radiantly, and his joints that rang out after a little movement proved how comfortable he was before. He knew very well whose credit he was able to sleep so well.

Ancient One nodded slightly and said calmly:

"You are Welcome."

She just let Tony Stark sleep well, but didn't completely solve Tony's problem.

Because it was a psychological and spiritual difficulty, it was only useful if Tony got through it herself, and even if she could go further, she could only temporarily suppress her intervention, and the consequences would be more serious when she bounced back.

"Well···"

Tony Stark is no longer polite, looking at the time in the upper left corner of the field of vision, ten hours have passed, no wonder he feels surprisingly well, he hasn't slept for such a long time.

Since he started reading, he rarely slept more than eight hours, and even six hours a day or less when he was young, and it did not affect his life and thinking at all.

But the long sleep is obviously very effective for his recovery.

"I'm leaving, magician, see you tomorrow."

Tony Stark stood up, activated the key to the library and said goodbye to Ancient One magician. Although his current state is very suitable for traveling in the ocean of knowledge, he has an appointment and is late. He can imagine meeting the guy. Will say something bad.

In fact, pigeons can be released, which can be said to be commonplace for Tony Stark, but it's just people who don't care about him.

Ancient One nodded slightly.

"See you tomorrow."

Hell’s Kitchen, the beach next to the new Hades residence. In order to facilitate PK with Ivan, Tony has specially acquired and remodeled the tall and wide testing plant. It has a sharp edge and a large rib protruding. It is close to the first floor when it is kneeling on the ground. Tall huge humanoid mecha.

Ivan sat on the big hand of the mecha lying on the ground, and put the half empty wine bottle on the table. He turned around and looked at the golden and red steel battle suit falling from the sky, and said dissatisfied:

"you are late."

"Well, because of certain force majeure factors, I brought you this."

Tony Stark stretched out his hands helplessly, took two steps forward, and put the box in his hand next to Ivan.When Ivan was about to open the box, he saw the unique shape and trademark of the bottle in the box, and smiled with satisfaction, as if the treasure had installed the box lightly, but turned his head and said to Tony:

"Even so, don't expect me to be merciful."

Tony said disapprovingly:

"If you can do it."

Ivan didn't say anything, followed the arm of the mecha into the cab that popped out in front of the chest cavity, first put the wine box in the storage box specially used for wine, and then activated the mecha.

With the sound of a mechanical sound, the protruding chest cavity, in fact, the cockpit began to retract until it was completely submerged in the chest cavity, and the deployed armor came back into place, closing the cockpit completely in the mecha body for protection.

The mecha's eyes were lit up, and he raised his head, and then it was very natural, not half dull, and naturally stood up straight.

Ivan’s ‘whiplash’ and Tony’s ‘Mark’ stand together. They are a giant and a dwarf, but the battle is never based on size.

The Whiplash is more than ten meters high, but the action is not slow at all. It is no different from ordinary people, but compared with the petite and more flexible "Mark", it is a bit inferior, so that it is difficult to capture the "Mark" with several times the firepower output. , In terms of shooting percentage,'Mark' is better.

However, hitting is not equal to effective damage. The armor of the'whip line' is a bit stronger than the armor of the thickest position of the American main battle tank, almost ignoring most of the damage of the'Mark', and the joint position is protected by ingenious design. , Do not give'Mark' a chance.

Ivan used the nerve connection device to control the ‘whip cable’ and waved the energy whip to force the ‘Mark’ back, sneered unceremoniously:

"Stark, are you dying?"

"Well, you didn't hit me directly once. Is the turtle shell too heavy?"

Tony spoke witty words lightly, but was also suffering from a headache. He had discovered the lack of attack power of the steel battle suit a long time ago.

In fact, compared with the ‘whiplash’ designed by Ivan, the ‘Mark’ series is far worse in terms of defense and output, but at the expense of these are the strengthening of flexibility and endurance.

Although Tony's original intention and idea of ​​designing the ‘Mark’ series was never to run away, but as a result, it can only be used to run away.

"But it's okay, let you see my new work'Veronica'."

As Tony's voice fell, two lasers suddenly appeared from the night and hit the ‘whips’ who were too late to react. They were weightless but had heat, and the hot high temperature quickly burned the hit position.

Ivan said without changing his face:

"That's it?"

The power of the laser is good, but it is only good. With the financial backing of Hades, he does not lack high-end materials. The armor of the'whips' is originally resistant to extreme temperatures. It is also possible to walk two steps inside the magma. No problem, it takes a certain amount of time for this level of laser to break the defense, and this time is enough for Ivan to fight back.

At a distance that is invisible to the naked eye, the lens of the'whip cable' clearly captures the six prisms hidden in the night, every line, every turn is a very technologically beautiful instrument, or Tony designed 'Mark' external armor'Veronica'.

Huh!

There was a clanging metal collision, two 100mm caliber, six-meter-long barrels were raised from behind the ‘whips’ to the shoulders, and the mechanical slots were fixed. Then they fired alternately, and the flaming chains were thrown into the sky.

Under the intelligent control of J.A.R.V.I.S, the external armor assisted the propeller to ignite, and slightly accelerated the displacement and dodged, but the laser was never interrupted, but the strike position was slightly off.

The upper body of the ‘whiplash’ began to turn, and the bullet chain flung an arc, chasing the ‘Veronica’ in the sky.

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