Tony's seaside mansion, inside the studio.

"Come on!"

Tony shouted at him, as if to cheer himself up.

"Last time! We can make it!

"Sir, you haven't closed your eyes for seventy-two hours."

Jarvis reminded.

"Well videotaped, Jarvis."

Tony patted the manipulator, and then said to the camera:

"The forty-second generation self-propelled attachment suit test begins." Start the program! Some music by the way. Suddenly

light music sounded in the quiet studio, and Tony squirmed quite rhythmically.

Halfway through the jump, he jerked out his right hand toward the pile of steel-clad parts scattered across the work table.

The right hand part of the steel suit that detected Tony's movements immediately reacted, spouting flames into the air, and then quickly rushed towards Tony's right hand.

With a "bell", Tony's right hand firmly put on this part of the steel suit.

"Very good start, we are already halfway there!"

Tony smiled happily, and his left hand did the same, putting on a steel suit.

As Tony moved one by one, the steel suit quickly assembled on his body.

“ok！ It looks like there's nothing wrong with this part.

Iron Man moved his body and then said to himself,

"Next is the flight system and the weapon system."

"Sir, Miss Ba has just fallen asleep."

Jarvis said kindly.

"Eh?"

Tony hesitated.

"Then test it tomorrow."

With that, Tony walked out of his suit.

"The suit is ready, now let's take a look at Mandarin..." Standing

at the work table, Tony's expression became completely serious.

He didn't investigate this Mandarin in the past few days, partly to give the government time to solve the problem, and partly because he wasn't ready.

Mark 42 has not yet been debugged, and he is afraid that as soon as he finds out the details of the Mandarin, he can't help but fly directly over, because there is a problem with the warframe and fail.

"Sir, I have compiled a database of Mandarin for you. Based on intelligence intercepted by S.H.I.E.L.D., FBI AND CIA, THE VIRTUAL RECONSTRUCTION OF THE TWO CRIME SCENES BEGAN.

With Jarvis's voice, a three-dimensional map of the memorial service scene appeared on the ground, and a large number of various materials about Mandarin appeared in mid-air.

“ok！ Let's see..."

Tony got up from his stool and walked over to the information with his back to browse.

"He is called a staff member, which means adviser to the chief..." He

strolled through the data room, quickly looking at the large amount of information at a glance.

"South American rebellion strategy..." His

gaze swept over the information in front of him, and he turned his head to look at the information behind him.

"Speaking like a Boccer missionary..." Looking

at it, Tony scratched his head with some chagrin

, "There is too much information here to read."

After a pause, he turned his head and stretched out his hand:

"Close."

Jarvis closed all the information and reminded

: "The high temperature caused by the explosion exceeded 3,000 degrees Celsius..."

Saying that, Jarvis also released a part of the enlarged stereogram and continued:

"... It can quickly evaporate everything within a 12.5-yard radius. "

Three thousand degrees Celsius?"

Tony muttered to himself, jumped up the steps

and instructed Jarvis, "Bring up the temperature distribution map and take into account the three thousand degrees Celsius."

As soon as the words fell, the original memorial service scene map has disappeared, replaced by a global map and rising red pillars of light representing high temperatures.

"Oracle Cloud has completed the analysis. Now begin visiting the satellite to map out thermal events over the past 12 months. In

a moment, the global stereoscopic map was already filled with red pillars of light.

"Rule out the places where the Mandarins attacked."

Tony ordered.

Subsequently, the light pillars on the map quickly decreased, leaving only a few.

Tony looked over one by one to determine if there was anything unusual about these thermal events.

"No

, no, no..." Based on experience and memory, he eliminated the pillars of light on the map one by one, and finally stopped on a pillar of light.

"That's it!"

Tony pointed to the pillar of light, and Jarvis immediately pulled out the event information.

"Are you sure he didn't do this?"

Tony asked suspiciously.

"In terms of time, there is any known Mandarin terrorist attack, which is suicide by detonating explosives..."

Tony ordered staring straight at the information, and in a moment the information flew in front of Tony's eyes.

"The thermal energy characteristics are approximate, all at 3,000 degrees Celsius."

Jarvis also explained.

Tony's eyes raced through the information, and he couldn't help but be convinced that there might be some important information here.

"Ever been to Tennessee? Jarvis.

"Preparing to fly to Tennessee tomorrow..."

Tony, who had completed a series of arrangements, stood in place stunned, not knowing what had come to mind and did not move for a long time.

"Man-sama, I'll kill you..."

The next day, on the U.S. presidential plane.

President Ellis's face was ugly, and the surrounding officials were silent, and everyone's eyes were locked on the small screen.

In the picture, it is the culprit who has recently caused many terrorist attacks and caused this group of officials a big headache - Mandaren.

Yes, this Mandarin hacked into the TV signal again, broadcasting intimidating content live.

"Mr. President, there are two more lessons to be told, and I want to end them before Christmas."

The man on the TV spoke mysteriously, and then the picture changed, revealing the man and the white-haired old man shivering at his feet.

Lord Man took a pistol, pointed at the old man at his feet and said

, "This is Thomas Richard, a good name, and a good job." Thomas is the accountant of the Rocks Oil Company, and I am sure he is a good man..." At

this time, the picture gave the old man who was frightened by the words of the adults and cried and trembled.

"I'm going to blow his head off later, shoot him in thirty seconds, and wait to watch the live broadcast."

Lord Man paused, let the cry of the old man on the ground clearly come out of the TV, and then pointed to a phone next to him and said:

"You have the number of this phone in your mobile phone... Uplifting, isn't it? It's exciting to think about! Americans, if your president calls me in thirty seconds, Tom won't have to die, go!

On the plane, the officials had solemn faces and did not say a word.

There is no doubt that the Mandarin has given them a problem.

If the president bowed to the terrorists and made this call in order to save this Tom, the credibility of the U.S. government would be greatly damaged.

Once the government bows its head, there are endless troubles.

Will any terrorist catch an American in the future, and the government will bow to the terrorist?

How else is this counter-terrorism? How to maintain order?

According to the past practice of the United States, it is absolutely to send troops and put the provocative terrorists in the pot.

As for the life or death of the hostages?

Of course, you have to ask God about this kind of thing.

But Lord Mandarin is different from the past this time, his live broadcast is watched by millions or even tens of millions of Americans, and his influence is far more than before.

If the matter is handled the way it is, how can the president and administration confront thousands of irrational Americans?

You must know that in this "free" country, many people are not so high-quality, and they have no blind trust in the government and the president.

If they do not handle it well, it is easy to provoke various demonstrations, and under the control of those who have intentions, they will even cause regional unrest, which in turn will affect the situation throughout the country.

At this moment, thousands of Americans stood in front of the television, staring intently at the phone.

They are all thinking about the question: Will the president make this call?

"How did he hack into my phone?"

The president gloomy face held his dedicated phone with a number of incoming calls.

"We can't let terrorists do whatever they want."

The official sitting closest to the president's seat saw the president's intentions and immediately emphasized with a resolute expression.

"I have to make this call!"

The president took off his glasses and spoke resolutely.

"I have to make this call!"

"I strongly disagree!"

Officials did not give in to oppose, but unfortunately the opposition was ineffective.

"Just call!"

The president stood up, stared at the phone in the picture, and swiped the phone to dial.

"Jingle bells..."

The telephone ringing in the TV picture rang inexplicably excited.

Their president chose to save the Americans!

Long live America!

Even Old Tom on the ground stopped crying and looked up at the phone with a happy face.

But right now!

Man, who had been expressionless, suddenly raised his gun and aimed it at Tom on the ground.

"Nope!"

At this moment, countless Americans roared in their hearts, and even did not dare to look at what happened next.

"Bang!"

The gun went off, and in a pool of blood, old Tom was dead.

In the picture, the man threatens in a grim tone:

"There is only one lesson next, President Ellis." Run away and kiss your children goodbye, because nothing, including your army, including your circus squad, will save you!

On the plane, the president breathed deeply and unacceptably.

"We'll see you again."

After the last words, the terrifying face of Lord Man disappeared into the symbol of the Ten Commandments Gang.

The president's gaze slowed for a while, and after coming back to his senses, he said in an icy tone:

"Order Rhode, find this madman now."

"Sir, we have tracked the signal, the source may be in Pakistan, the steel patriots are on standby."

Behind him, an officer in military uniform reported.

Since the last TV signal was hacked, the government has prepared to track the other party after the TV signal is hacked again.

Otherwise, the TV signal station, which has learned the lesson of the last time, can completely cut off all signals as soon as the TV signal is hacked.

Unfortunately, it now seems that this signal should have been cut off sooner, rather than letting it play in order to track the source.

The president did not want to let the Mandarin stay free for a moment, and immediately ordered:

"Right now, right now!"

"Obey, sir."

The officer left with the order, while Mr. President stood dumbfounded for a long time.

He knew that countless Americans were destined to remember this day.

On this day, millions of Americans will shed tears because they watched the greatest nation collapse.

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