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The white gunman just couldn't fire the gun. Because of the warning number 3, the security team had already pulled out the gun when they approached.

The moment the white gunman raised his rifle, more than a dozen .45-caliber hollow-point bullets had pierced the thin body of the van with sparks, and the shattered warheads and metal fragments splashed out in the car. , beat the people in the car and shouted.

Because the muzzle velocity is not high, the fragmented warhead did not cause any fatal injury to the killer in the car, but the more than a dozen small bleeding holes in the body are enough to cause pain.

"Let's go!" The security guard who got out of the car kicked the gun in the hand of the whining white man and jumped back into the car.

"Mr. Happy, please follow us!" The engine of the lead car roared, and the tires rubbed black marks on the ground.

"I followed, followed!" Happy spat out the window, then clenched the steering wheel with both hands, focusing his attention on the road ahead.

Pepper was also pale at the moment, took out his mobile phone and called Tony Stark.

"What, why don't you stay well!" Stark was anxious and angry, wishing to go up and slap his secretary on the forehead first.

"Those things you said must be handed over to you as soon as possible. I don't have the Internet or a portable terminal at hand, so I can't send them to you, so I can only run over here!" Tucker got into a fight on the phone.

"Sorry, it's all my fault!" Hearing Pepper's crying voice, Stark was inexplicably regretful and shouldn't have dragged her in.

"Let them drive to me!" Rhodes grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand and picked up the radio in the car with his right. "Hey guys, get your m16s ready, we have guests!"

"Received, sir!" Then there was the sound of a rucksack on the radio. In order to help the good brothers, Rhodes directly brought the guards of the base out of a squad. He wanted to see which one was short-sighted. To perform violence in front of America's largest institution of violence.

The attack of the white van was just the beginning. Before the convoy had gone far, a motorcycle followed with a whimper. The rider took out an Uzi submachine gun and fired indiscriminately. The bullets hit the guards behind The body of the car was splashed with white dots, and after finding that his weapon could not penetrate the car's casing, the rider gave up the pursuit, turned into another road, and threw Uzi, who had shot the bullet, into the wave. Tomac, then accelerated and disappeared into the city.

Of course, there are killers who give up. A large truck, which is very common on interstate highways, also joins in the fun. The driver is honking his horn and driving the truck at full speed towards the speeding team. The security team was also in a hurry. Rolling down the window and cracking at the glass of the truck was a shot. There was also a non-mainstream head sticking out of the truck, holding a short-pipe spray high, dozens of meters away from the convoy. The distance was ping-pong-pong with each other.

Fortunately, this is on the outskirts of the city. The fierce exchange of fire between the two sides did not accidentally injure civilians. At most, some flowers and plants were smashed by stray bullets. However, because this is the suburban area, the Washington police or something will not be able to get here for a while. Both sides can only fight and run.

"Damn, I must apply for a carbine next time, or a pdw, or a shotgun!" The female captain of the team cursed while replacing the pistol in her hand with a new magazine. At the same time, the killer's truck was remodeled, and the hood and glass were bulletproof, so they have shot more than 100 shots now, and the opponent is still unscathed, but the transformation of the opponent is not without cost, the extra weight provided by the armor makes The engine of the truck is always a little worse than the team, that is to say, the other side can keep this distance at most, but if you want to reduce it, don't think about it.

"Prepare, they're coming!" Rhodes grabbed the 1911 in his hand, which was a bit of a Patton. He instructed the soldiers he brought to park the jeep on both sides of the road, ready to open fire to block Pepper when he arrived. enemy.

As the gunshots got closer, Stark's heart was also tense, "If I have a battle suit at this time, all problems will be solved!" Stark, who remembered rubbing his hands, did not realize that he had just It seemed that he had a new idea about the battle suit, but even if he remembered it, he would wait until his little secretary was saved before thinking about it.

"Sir, they're here!" a soldier shouted loudly, pointing to the speeding car in the distance.

"Okay, all aim at one point and stare at the truck behind!"

Seeing the army appearing in front of him, the security team of the giant god was invigorated. The truck behind was like a candy, and it couldn't be thrown away. Now there are reinforcements, if the driver wants the latter to go back, then He should have given up.

It's a pity that it seems that the driver is either taking too much drugs or is determined to take the two million. The truck let out a long honk, and then followed the giant's Mercedes-Benz and rammed into the Hummers on both sides of the road, hiding behind. The airmen could only dodge in embarrassment, and at this time Colonel Rhodes had the fastest response. He picked up the m16 and faced the truck's water tank.

The killer whose water tank was exploded panicked now, but he didn't have time to run, so he could only grit his teeth and turn the front of the car to the woods under the road, but Rhodes naturally wouldn't let go of the credit he got. With a big wave of his hand, he led his soldiers to chase after him.

And Stark naturally strode to his secretary.

"Get out of the way, Happy!" Pushing away the driver who wanted to hug him, Stark dragged Pepper into his arms, his face full of apology.

"Sorry Pepper, I shouldn't have let you go!"

"It's okay, I'm really okay, this is the data!" The tears on Pepper's face had not yet dried, but she still maintained her last strength in front of her boss, she shivered from the bag she was clutching tightly. He took out a USB stick and handed it to Stark.

"This is evidence that Obadiah was selling arms. He made a bill, and he clearly remembered who and what goods he sold to!"

"Okay, I see!" Stark nodded. He used to regard Obadiah Adam as his most important reliance. Now it seems that this reliance is the one that hurts him the most.

"Hello, is this Director Martin? I'm Tony Stark. I have a document here to testify that Stark Industries executive director Obadiah committed treason. I don't know if you are interested!" After a hasty glance at the contents, Stark called a friend of the New York FBI that he knew very well.