Chapter 162: If you are not a high school student, don’t use the armor

The non-chief side made up for it on his own. Duke didn't know it at all. He devoted himself to the great cause of magic reform as always, until one night Steve fell into the laboratory with a shield.
As we all know, Captain America Steve has a super defensive shield in his hand, sponsored by his friend Howard Stark, and the material used is vibrating.
Vibrating gold, also known as sound-absorbing steel, is the strongest metal in the Marvel universe. Its special molecular structure makes it almost indestructible. Because the molecule is relatively static, it hardly conducts heat and kinetic energy. This characteristic allows it to absorb heat, energy and kinetic energy. It can be said that, as a superhero with no special abilities, Steve has established countless great achievements because of the vibrating shield in his hand.
Tonight, following Steve's shield of meritorious credit once again helped him a lot.
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Steve jumped into the laboratory from the basement, and when he landed, he held the shield in his left hand and was completely nestled in the shield. After a loud noise, he landed safely, and his hairstyle was not messed up.
The concentrated Duke was taken aback, dropped the tweezers in his hand, motioned for the clones to continue working, and walked to Steve. I felt a little dissatisfied, not with Steve, but with himself. His well-designed evil tastes are not useful at all, which is disappointing.
Duke thought, looking at Steve's left hand. Xin is ashamed to be the left hand of the Fashen who has been single for ninety years, and it is not inferior to the unicorn arm.
What, why are you holding the shield in your left hand? Please, the captain already knows how to use a computer, and of course his right hand is used to hold a mouse!
"Doctor Duke, you'd better go and watch it. There is a live broadcast on TV. Two Tin Mans are fighting on the streets of New York, just like a science fiction movie..." Steve went on, gesticulating.
"Stop! I know what you said, jumping down for this?" Duke looked helpless, but Tony Stark was farming mobs, and it was not the Zetarians who opened a wormhole over New York. Is it necessary to interrupt his experiment specifically?
"What, you know?" Steve was surprised. Could there be a TV in the underground laboratory too.
"My avatar is on the first floor. Next time you have something to tell me, you don’t need to make a special trip." Duke scratched his head. His avatar saw that the live TV broadcast had sent back information, but Steve's feet were fast. , Jumped down before the clone disintegrated.
"Okay, then I won't bother you." Steve spread his hands, feelings for nothing.
"Well, since you are here, I will go up and take a look. The experiment has made breakthroughs in these two days, so you should relax yourself." Dukla flew out of the laboratory with Steve, and the two came to Clinic on the first floor.
The private dentist's clinic in Old York does not provide 24-hour service, so this point is off-duty. Carter and Dottie didn't go out to press the road tonight. The two women sat on the sofa, staring at the TV intently. Ms. Carter is like a professional soldier. She straightened her back when sitting, straightened her upper body, and placed her hands on her legs naturally. Dottie is much worse. This woman is thinking about taking advantage of it. She put her head on Carter's shoulder and rubbed her head.
Steve's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say much, and turned his attention to live TV. Duke didn't even care about Lara and looked at the TV as soon as he got up.
The whole live broadcast of the helicopter was a bit shaky, coupled with the sound of the rumbling propeller, the audiovisual effect was not generally bad. But viewers across the U.S. who watched the live broadcast didn't care about this flaw, because the content of the live broadcast was so amazing.
Two human mechas, one large and one small, were fighting on the highway around the city, accompanied by machine guns and missiles from time to time. They are armed with powerful power, quick reaction speed, strong defensive power and amazing destructive power. The worst thing is that they can fly. The one or two ton car was thrown away by the aftermath of the battle like a toy model in their hands.
It can be seen from the live broadcast that this is a battle between justice and evil. The huge gray mech obviously does not care about human life. He is fully fired and does not care about casualties. Even when he is vulnerable, he will take innocent people. As a shield. The other smaller mech has more discipline. He has never used hot weapons. He would kindly help when someone encounters danger. Because of this, he fell into a disadvantage and was crushed.
Although the golden-red exterior paint is very irritating, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this product is a positive person.
"Doctor Duke, what do you think?" Steve's face was solemn. He could barely be considered a Superman after serum modification, but he hasn't escaped from the mortal womb. If there is no shield in hand, he is not sure. Among other things, just flying a kite by a mecha can fly him to death.
Duke put one hand on his chin and said after a while, "This is a live broadcast helicopter of which TV station, and I am not afraid of being hit by a stray bullet. The boss of the TV station should give them a raise. For the first-hand news, I will spare my life. Too dedicated."
Steve choked, and it took him a long time to come back: "Doctor Duke, I didn't ask this, but the two tin men, what do you think?"
"What else can you look at? Superheroes and super villains!" Duke vaguely remembered that the gray mecha was called the Iron Overlord, and the old bald head driving it was... who was it? This is not important, what is important is that this old man is a friend of Stark's own Lao Dou, who has assisted him since he was young, and Stark has to call him a slam dunk according to his seniority.
In ancient China, the old bald head was the role of Tuogu minister, prince and fu. In five thousand years of history, many amazing and brilliant characters have emerged in this type of role, such as Zhougong Zhuge, Sima Changsun, and...Aobai.
The intrigue in your circle can be said to be scrambling and chaotic, and Duke doesn't comment too much. But the old bald head is obviously age, neither a 15-year-old high school student nor the protagonist, but he dares to open his armor. It is really an old life star hanging himself-too long!
"I bet five cents, and the one who shows off will win!" Duke patted his chest, confident.
It is a pity that his bet is too small, and no one is interested in betting with him.
"Who are these two tin men?" Carter pushed Dotti, who was leaning against him, and asked in a smooth way.
"This battle is a sci-fi-style family drama. The one at the disadvantage is Tony Stark from Stark Industries. The other one is... an old bald head, his uncle." Duke turned over. When I found popcorn, I had no choice but to fill up a cup of coffee and watch the live broadcast while sitting in front of the TV.
"What, the stupid one is Tony?" Carter was shocked, almost jumping to his feet. She just asked, but Duke answered seriously, and this answer was far beyond her expectations.
Dotty, who looked foolish, couldn't prevent being overturned to the ground, bumping his forehead on the coffee table, licking a red mark, and rolling on the ground holding his head, but no one took care of her.
"Howard's son?" And Carter was also surprised by Steve. The captain who successfully graduated from the night university and got a third-rate university diploma is now a person with a lot of common sense, and naturally knows the identity of Tony Stark.
By the way, the captain majored in American history at Ye University, specializing in the history of World War II. He graduated with full marks. Teacher Ye Da praised him as a genius.
"Oh, I remember. According to seniority, Mr. Stark is still your nephew." Duke suddenly realized, seeing the two of them looked worried and comforted: "Don't worry, your elder nephew invented the steel suit is very powerful. The big guy is not his opponent, just watch the show with peace of mind."
"is it?"
"Of course, what did I lie to you."
Before Duke's words fell, Stark was rubbed against the ground by the Iron Overlord, and after a series of sparks splashed, he was kicked off by a big foot, visually at least a hundred meters away. The tenacious Stark flew back, and was rewarded with an anti-tank missile in mid-air, and fell into the concrete ground with a bang.
"God! He is going to be beaten to death!" Ms. Carter held her head in both hands, unbelievable that she had believed Duke's nonsense just now.
"The process is not important, the important thing is the ending. Although it's a bit bumpy, you have to trust your nephew and he will win." Duke Yuzai drank his coffee, and the traveler knew the ending would be nonsense.
"No, I have to save him." Carter glanced again. On TV, Stark looked like a salted fish. There was almost room to fight back. He could only rely on some cleverness to avoid being beaten down.
Carter rushed out the door first, Steve picked up his shield and followed closely, and then Dotti, who was holding his head. The three rushed outside, seeing Duke's second-hand Ford, and suddenly felt cold, especially Carter. The lady felt that she had been abandoned by the world.
"Dog shit! Bicycles are faster than this broken car. When we get to the battlefield, Tony will become a few dollars." Ms. Carter raised her foot angrily, kicked on the front cover of the second-hand Ford, and... The bar fell to the ground.
Carter: "..."
Steve: "..."
Dotty: "..."
The cold wind blew, and a negative emotion called despair filled the hearts of the three.
"Ms. Carter~EbookFREE.me~My bumper is worth at least $200, and I will deduct the maintenance fee from your salary." Duke held the coffee cup and swayed to the door.
"I'm going to borrow a car." Dottie said quickly.
"Start lightly." Carter understood what Dotty meant by "borrowing", but the situation was urgent and she had no choice but to choose this way.
"Don't be impulsive, I have better transportation." Duke stepped on the carpet at the gate: "The traffic jam is very serious now, and it is too late to drive. Besides, the steel armor can fly, and the four wheels can't catch up. they."
"Do you have any good way to fly us over?" Carter rolled his eyes and vomited: "You have not been out for almost three months. I don't know if you know the traffic lights in New York."
"For a magician, traffic lights are not important." Duke smiled, magic power poured into the carpet under his feet, and in the three people's surprised eyes, the carpet carried him to the air as if he had come alive.
Thank you book friend "Murong √Murong" for your reward!
(End of this chapter)