Chapter 107

The weather was very cold, and the weather was very good.

On the familiar grass.

Leon and Tony stood side by side, their hair swaying in the wind.

The weather on the west coast in July is rainy.

At this time, the flowing dark clouds blocked the sun in turn, and the whole world was in cold colors.

The grass under their feet undulated like layers of waves in the bleak cold wind.

Lyon was silent for a while in the cold wind: "It's only 11:40 now, we're early."

"Punctuality is a good habit, and coming early can also give you a home advantage." Tony stood straight and imposing, "You don't want the Ten Rings to find your house and demolish it, do you?"

"I don't live there anymore."

"Oh! Interesting, how about I use your room to raise a pet dog?"

"If you do that, I'll put your head in your ass."

"...Disgusting, can we change the subject?"

"Okay, I just wanted to ask." Lyon looked up at the Mark 4 flying in the sky as a signpost.

"Where's your new armor?"

He looked at Tony, who was only wearing casual clothes: "Didn't you say that you would use the new armor to beat up Wenwu today?"

Tony was obviously very satisfied with this question, and raised his mouth mysteriously: "You will see it, and it will make you smile all day long."

"So mysterious? Very good, I'm looking forward to it."

Leon raised his eyebrows, "I hope you can be quieter when you shout for help later."

"Hehe," Tony sneered, "Shouting for help? Absolutely impossible! You will only see those guys with underwear on their heads being beaten down by me!"

"Really? The guys are not the key, the important thing is the old antique leading them..."

Leon's ears moved slightly: "They are coming."

"Where are they?" Tony looked around the grass and didn't see any figures.

This was originally Stark's old campus.

It was abandoned and not rebuilt. There were only sparse palm trees around it, and the distance a few kilometers away was also visible.

Looking out, there was a cliff and the shallows under the cliff.

"Then!" Leon gestured to the sky.

Tony looked over and saw seven or eight black dots flying in the distance.

The rumbling sound of the engine was faint and gradually became louder.

"Thank you for the generous gift. I thought they would climb up from the cliff like the killers in the movie, but they took a helicopter?"

Three minutes later.

With a deafening sound, eight helicopters pushed away the humid air and landed in front of the two.

The sharp cyclone stirred by the propeller spread on the grass.

Countless grass clippings were cut into the air, filling the air with the smell of wet mud, and making a sharp sound of branches twitching in the airflow.

The doors of the helicopters opened one after another.

Dozens of masked men quickly got off the plane and assembled, lining up on the grass.

The leading helicopter looked like the last big devil in the game.

After everyone lined up in front of it and stood at attention.

The right door of the helicopter was slowly pushed open, revealing a pair of shiny combat boots, followed by a black ancient costume with a corset, and the movements were neither hurried nor slow.

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly, he was a little annoyed, and inexplicably felt that he was despised.

He thought that today's duel would be a one-on-one battle between him and thousands of troops, and he would blast open the mysterious veil of this thousand-year-old organization with one shot and one cannon.

As a result, the other party swaggered onto the scene in a helicopter.

Even when getting off the plane, he showed a high-profile attitude, as if he didn't take anyone seriously.

And he and his brother stood here stupidly, like two airport attendants, waiting for the big guys on the plane to wipe their shoes and hold up a parasol when they got off the plane.

Tony took a few deep breaths. How could he be looked down upon by others like this?

He has always been the only one who looks down on others!

"I want to twist that man's head off and put it on the propeller of the plane, and ask him if he will take a helicopter next time." Tony whispered to Leon.

"Then you can start." Leon took a step back, "The old man who got off the plane now is Wenwu."

He had no emotion towards Wenwu's contempt.

After all, the other party was destined not to leave Los Angeles intact today.

Instead, Tony's furious look made him quite interesting.

Speaking of which, Tony seemed to have some misunderstandings about today's battle.

He always thought that he was challenged to a duel, so he thought that the other party would come on stage fully armed and cautious, and then both sides shook hands to express that they would fight regardless of life or death.

However, Wenwu was only issuing death notices all the time, and his contemptuous attitude remained the same.

It was Tony who added too much to himself.

drama.

"Hello, Tony Stark, I'm Wenwu."

Tony walked forward with his eyes wide open, but Wenwu spoke first.

This is a typical East Asian man with a slicked-back hair.

He has a particularly traditional gentle temperament, and his eyes are deep and polished by time.

At first glance, people will think that he is well-read, introverted and implicit.

Just like the ancient text says that a gentleman hides his sword but does not use it.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was sharp and violent: "You also brought your brother here, it's a pity, you all have to die here today."

Tony was not to be outdone and looked directly into Wenwu's eyes.

"Oh? Really? Why can't you and your men die here?"

He tried his best to say harsh words.

But the momentum of a playboy can be invincible on the graceful thighs of girls.

But in the end, he was somewhat inferior to the sharp eyes of the other party who drew a knife and a sword.

At least in Leon's eyes, Tony showed some disadvantages.

"I'm going to die here?" Wenwu seemed to have heard a joke.

He walked past Tony and looked around the surrounding environment.

"The cemetery you chose for yourself looks beautiful, Mr. Stark."

He turned around and raised his hand to Tony who was looking at him.

"Your contribution to the world is worthy of respect, but the reputation of the Ten Rings Gang cannot be damaged."

"I'll give you a chance to attack, Mr. Stark, but you have no chance of survival. If you want to try to escape, please do it as soon as possible."

Wenwu looked at Tony, but he didn't see the other person in his eyes.

Thousands of years of fighting made him believe that he was undefeated and that he was invincible with the Ten Rings.

Tony opened his mouth and wanted to say something to put on stage.

But he thought about it and thought that the coolest thing he had said in his past life was "I am Iron Man".

So he held it in for a few seconds and tapped Wenwu's chest with his finger: "You will regret it."

After that, Tony turned and stepped back, holding his hands flat and shaking lightly.

A few seconds later, the sound of breaking air came from the sky.

Dozens of people looked in the direction of the sound, and six or seven mechanical parts spewing flames tore through the clouds and rushed straight towards Tony.

"Is that... Mark 42?" Leon was stunned, "Could this be the surprise Tony mentioned?"

Mark 42 is the armor that can be separated into parts and fly towards Tony in the movie.

Now it should be called Mark 5.

Those mechanical parts have hands and legs, all of them rushed straight towards Tony.

Except for Leon, everyone present felt a little shocked.