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Chapter 242: Making light of the situation

Chapter 242: Making light of the situation

Clark turned his head to look at the few spectators behind him, and after seeing that they were fine and just stunned, he gave them a small smile and flew toward the ring with Tony, who he had just caught, in his arms.

Yes, thats a hug.

A princess hug.

Tony looked up at the person who saved him, looked at the other persons familiar face, and whispered in surprise: Clark?

Clark nodded slightly.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was the kid.

In that case, the Kent family, are not ordinary people?

Thinking about their abilities, Tony slowly spat out two words in his heart.

Pervert!

Yes, this family is a pervert, right!

And what kind of ability is this?

Ta-da!

Clark hugged Tony in the limelight, lightly landed on the field.

Hey, how long do you want me to hold it?

Clark said faintly, looking at Tony with a helpless face.

Tony was stunned, then saw the two mens current posture

wtf!

What the hell is this? When did he.?

He landed on the ground as near as he could jump and then quickly ducked to the side.

Tonys face was as black as the bottom of a pot, as if he could scrape off a layer of black ash.

Leave it to me here.

Clark said to Tony and walked towards Obadiah under the watchful eyes of everyone in the arena.

On the other hand, looking at the inexplicable appearance of Clark, Justin Hammers mind was also full of question marks.

Who is this again?

Why is there always an accident?

But

Hey, man, lets take him out together!

Clark turned his head and smiled at Justin Hammer and said, No, it wont take much.

On the other side, Obadiah looked at Clark, who suddenly appeared, and became angry.

One, two, three

Nasty people appearing one after another, why are they all stopping him?

He just wanted to finish Tony Stark!

Just such a small wish cannot be satisfied?

Go to hell! Death to all of them!

He roared, and all his ammunition poured out.

Whoosh!

The bullets were like a storm, enveloping the entire space in front of him.

Ta-da-da!

Soil and rocks splattered and a bullet hole appeared on the ground, but when it landed on Clark, it had no effect at all.

Those bullets were like naughty bouncing balls that were either smashed into discus or bounced off Clarks body.

But these bullets were followed by missiles dragging the flames.

They roared and landed on Clark with a final roar.

Boom, boom!

The flames engulfed Clark and the violent impact swept around.

Joy flashed in Obadiahs eyes.

It had worked!

But in the next second, a figure remained unhurriedly walking out.

There was not a single injury, not even a scratch on the battle suit.

Obadiahs eyes shrank, while the others in the arena looked at this scene and were already stunned.

Clark looked at the missile with flames in his hand, still trying to fly out, and gave it a firm grip.

Boom!

The flame swallowed him again.

In the sound of inhaling cold air, the flame that enveloped Clark was blown away in an instant, and Clark had disappeared in place.

Boom, boom!

Without any warning, the four iron men flying in the air exploded at the same time, turning into scrap iron and falling down from the air.

Clark flew in mid-air, looking at the opposite Obadiah, his face calm.

What happened?

What kind of horrible attack is this?

Everyone was completely dumbfounded.

But what they did not know was that this was not an attack at all for Clark, he just flew over and then accelerated and crashed through.

There was no one in these four iron men, they were remotely controlled, thats why Clark let go of the attack.

The flames in mid-air quickly dissipated, while a strong fear surfaced under Obadiahs eyes.

What the hell is this?

Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and without hesitation, he turned around and flew off into the distance.

Now, it was no longer a matter of considering revenge, but how he could escape!

But just as he turned around, a scene that surpassed everyones expectation happened.

Boom!

Accompanied by a fierce explosion, Obadiah unexpectedly turned into a ball of fire.

Self-detonation?

Clark frowned, and after nodding to Tony not far away, rushed up into the sky and disappeared.

Tony looked at Obadiah, who had been blown away, and looked at Justin Hammer, with an inquisitive and thoughtful look in his eyes.

Obadiah has a steel battle suit, Justin Hammer also has, but with them is simply not made, who helped them?

Also, is there a relationship between Obadea and Justin Hammer?

Tony would never believe that in a short period of time, there are two people who can imitate his battle suit and the ark reactor.

By the way, the Ark reactor.

The core of the steel battle suit.

Someone has imitated this, who is it?

He pondered in his head, and a vague name had appeared in his mind.

But at that moment, Pepper Potts and Harpy ran towards him, he could only temporarily suppress the questions in his head, opened his face armour and smiled at the two, then amidst the cheers of the audience, the three walked towards the outside of the race track.

On the other hand, Justin Hammer had been dumbfounded.

His script was all messed up!

His carefully prepared debut show was ruined by a red cape, and Tony Stark did not die, it was Obadiah who died..

Wait, Obadiah, blew up!

He remembered the scene just now, a chill in his heart.

That was never Obadiahs initiative to blow himself up!

It was Ivan Vanke!

Damn it!

He suddenly felt like the steel battle suit he was wearing had turned into a closed bomb!

Fark, Fark!

That maniac! What does he want! Could this battle suit

Just at this time, an indifferent voice rang out within his battle suit.

Dont worry, I cant detonate your battle suit, and I wont do it.

Damn it, you just blew up Obadiah, you think I

Does he matter?

Ivan Vanke gave a faint laugh and said, Hes about to be caught, do you want him to tell the world about us? Its for our own good.

Justin Hammer fell silent and then said, There will be no next time, you must do as I command! Got it?

Huh. Ivan Vanke gave a faint smile, Dont worry, my cooperation with you is a relationship of mutual achievement, not the same as Obadiah, a redundant person.

Without you, there is no funding, how can I make the Iron Battle suit? Without me, you huh.

Justin Hammer grunted coldly and said, Start the next phase of the plan!

Thinking of what was supposed to be his limelight today and was snatched away by others, he felt a fire in his heart.

No problem.

Ivan Vanke said indifferently and hung up the communication.

Justin Hammer stood in place for several seconds, looking at the arena slowly leaving the audience, coldly grunted, battle suit emerged from the flames, and flew towards the sky.

Tony Starks steel battle suit is no longer something unique to him.

Now, cheer all you want for Tony Stark.

After tomorrow, these things will belong to him!