Killian's hand first turned red, then turned into a bright orange-yellow light, and the high temperature quickly transmitted into the area where his hand touched the lower abdomen of the armor.
Inside the armor, Colonel Rhodes, the emotionless complaining machine, suddenly felt his lower abdomen burning, and an irresistible thought came to his mind.
"No, I can't move, I can't move." He muttered through gritted teeth, but big beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his face and his heart was filled with helplessness.
The armor is equipped with self-protection function.
Once certain systems are severely damaged, it will automatically open to prevent tragedies such as suffocation of the wearer.
Killian had known about this setting for a long time, because this set of armor was previously maintained by AIM.
Colonel Rhodes was like the mother of some people in the French Ministry of Defense: Damn it, can you please not let these villains touch your precious armor every time! Is there still the law? Is there still the law
But patience is ultimately futile.
In less than a minute, Colonel Rhodes, who felt his iron crotch was extremely hot, was "vomited" out by the armor.
Colonel Rhodes struggled desperately, jumped up and kicked away a gangster in front of him.
Killian, who had anticipated this, opened his mouth and used the Indian magic skill "fire-breathing". He blew out a puff of fire and burned the table in front of Rhodes to ashes.
The emotionless Colonel Rhodes decisively raised one hand and frantically pulled his pants with the other hand to let the almost ripe bird dissipate heat as quickly as possible.
At the same time, he put on an awkward smile: "Wow, you can breathe fire, so cool."
Killian smiled disdainfully and signaled to his men: "Put him in the dungeon first."
Colonel Rhodes, whose bird was almost roasted, had no choice but to be taken away obediently.
Killian clapped his hands and said, "OK, the master has arrived, it's time for him to perform this last show." Then he walked towards the hall.
More than a dozen people followed him into the hall, dragged in a middle-aged man and threw him on the ground. Then a little old man came in and sat on a chair. It was Trevor Slater, the drama enthusiast that Luke had found.
The guy glanced at Killian with a vague look, then continued to sit in the chair in a daze.
Killian frowned. "He's high?"
One of the men stepped forward and whispered, "No, the master just played a gunfight game with two girls all night last night and drank a few more cans of beer."
Killian was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand: "Let's get started."
Trevor's demeanor changed when he was reminded.
At this moment, his eyes were deep, his face was solemn, his lips were slightly pursed, and he sat upright on the chair. He stretched out one foot and stepped on the middle-aged man who was pulled in.
As soon as the pose was done, the camera opposite the two began filming.
Trevor uttered 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 Japanese recipes, and they taste terrible. This is a complete lie, and now I am going to tell you another American lie..."
At the same time, the new tenant of the White House, America's top man Ellis, was also watching this scene.
"Are you looking at this guy? Thomas Richard, the accountant of Roxxon Company." Trevor pointed the gun at the middle-aged man at his feet: "Mr. President, if he can get through to me within 30 seconds, he can live."
Soon after, gunshots rang out, and Trevor continued, "You've made your choice, Mr. President. What follows is the final lesson. You will lose a lot, and America will lose a lot. Your lackey Iron Man can't save it. We'll meet again soon."
The picture disappeared, and Ellis, the top American on Air Force One, put down his phone with a heavy face.
Of course, this is just for show.
The United States never negotiates with the KMT, as do all other major powers in the world, because this will only lead to more hostage-taking incidents.
Even though the person held hostage this time was an accountant from Roxxon Company, who had entered the upper class and was somewhat well-known, it still did not help.
In fact, apart from the hundreds of super bosses who control the lifeline of American society, if this person is replaced by a military general or a state legislator, the outcome will be the same.
As long as the country sends people to rescue, it doesn't matter whether the hostages live or die.
People who are involved in similar incidents had better pray that they meet a superhero who enjoys saving people, otherwise they can only rely on bad luck to survive.
Luke and Tony also watched the live broadcast, so Luke instigated Tony to go get an injection from Dr. Hansen. After all, it was not like the young master had given her an injection before.
It’s a pity that the young master had strong moral principles and did not help someone else to play.
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At the same time, Pepper, who was far away in New York, immediately helped Tony deal with inquiries from all parties after confirming that Tony was "unharmed".
Whether Tony is seriously injured or dead, it will be a huge earthquake for Stark Group.
She had to appease the group's partners to prevent these guys from turning against her.
For a while, Pepper had to rush around in New York City.
It just so happened that the Soderberghs were holding a private charity party tonight, and a large number of celebrities and bigwigs gathered there, so Pepper took the opportunity to go there.
Donating is just a matter of her assistant shouting. All she needs to do is communicate with a group of people face to face before the party starts.
So Pepper arrived early.
While she was talking with the partners who had arrived earlier, a small group of people sneaked into the second floor from the side door of the meeting place, then penetrated through the floor of a room on the second floor and entered an empty room on the first floor.
Dressed as waiters, the team of eight filed out and soon entered the party hall carrying trays of drinks and food.
A few minutes later, one of the short-haired women listened to the information that had just been forced out of her through the headset, stepped forward quickly, and whispered to Pepper, who had just finished a conversation, "Director Michael of the Cassandra Group is waiting for you in reception room number two, Ms. Potts."
Pepper hummed and looked towards the door of reception room No. 2. Director Michael was standing at the door waiting for her, with the same fake smile on his face.
However, the capitalists didn't smile very often, so she didn't care and walked over with two security guards.
When she and two security guards walked into reception room No. 2 and the door closed behind them, something strange happened.
The two security guards were grabbed by the back of their necks by two waiters who followed them in from outside the door and their necks were twisted. Their necks were instantly deformed and they died on the spot.
Pepper: "You guys... uh."
Her mouth was covered by a waiter, and another waiter took out a pair of restraints and tied up her hands and feet.
Director Michael next to him was also tied up. Pepper immediately understood: No wonder the smile on the man's face when he was waiting at the door just now was so fake, it turned out that he was being held hostage to deceive her.
Then, this small group of people quickly carried Pepper, opened the room next to the reception room, and several people worked together to quickly burn through the wall blocking the way and slipped out from the side.
Pepper could only whimper helplessly in protest while being held hostage by two people and watched herself being smuggled out of the charity party.