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Chapter 731 Take a breath

Salomon was not going to waste time with the 66th Iron Fist.

Daniel Rand's practice is so bad that there is no need to communicate at all. According to Daniel Rand himself, he has been practicing in Kunlun since he was a child, and now he is not good at the internal refining method of Zuo Xian Taixu.

He is not qualified to get started, but he has to learn it under the compulsory requirements of his teacher, and his level is not even comparable to that of any new mystic apprentice. Perhaps due to cultural barriers, Daniel Rand does not understand the so-called health-preserving skills at all, that is,

In "The Jade Scripture of the Inner Scene of the Supreme Huangting", how powerful is the art of cultivating immortality, but he only thinks that his boxing and kicking skills are very powerful.

Faced with Salomon's questioning, Daniel Rand said that the young man in front of him had no idea how powerful the Iron Fist was. Then he needed to pay for the compensation for the wall in the rental house that he smashed through. After all, Salomon

When he threw that fist, he had no intention of spending money, just to make Daniel Rand no longer annoying. Compared with his increasingly impatient mood, he was already quite merciful, otherwise he would

We need to let the current Iron Fist see what the so-called "palm thunder" is.

In the next two days, the gangs in Hell's Kitchen who refused Salomon's terms were mercilessly baptized by the sisterhood. They used the fastest speed to massacre those gangs who were unwilling to agree to the terms. Salomon wanted

Make sure that every penny he pays goes into the residents' pockets and is not taken away due to loan sharking, gambling, extortion, etc.

The Sisterhood's previous efforts to eradicate gangs in Manhattan were limited to the wealthy area where the Witch's Apartment was located, and only used bolt guns and chain swords without making much noise. However, this time Salomon was in a hurry to carry out the project, so

The gangsters in Hell's Kitchen have experienced what it means to be a heavy firepower team at the level of a regular army. The 40mm grenade machine gun alone is used to clear the ground with a posture that the gang of drug dealers and human traffickers have never seen before. Even the police did not wait until half an hour after confirming the ceasefire.

The National Guard was belatedly called. However, even the National Guard had no intention of entering the Clinton District. After all, the roar of heavy artillery from Hell's Kitchen could be heard throughout Manhattan, and their armored vehicles and mine-resistant vehicles would definitely not be able to solve it.

problem, and the Air National Guard has not yet been dispatched.

They contacted the Avengers, and Tony Stark was the first to arrive on the scene.

This situation is the best situation for individual combat armor to work best, so Stark rushed to the scene of the crime without waiting for the Quinjet to take off. Since the Sokovia incident, Tony Stark has worked hard to

He desperately wants to improve the image of the Avengers in the public mind. He knows that the people vote with their feet. As long as there is enough negative information about the Avengers, Congress will have an excuse to take action against them. He has been preventing that future from coming,

He doesn't want the Avengers to be split up. Although his differences with Steve Rogers are growing, they agree on this matter.

Salomon bribed the state government with money and used legitimate reasons to delay the process of reporting police information. By the time Tony Stark arrived in Hell's Kitchen, the Sisterhood had already evacuated the scene through an assault transport boat. However, the bolt gun

The craters cannot be hidden from Stark at all. He already has the data of the bolt gun in his database. The artificial intelligence marked all the craters on Friday and simulated the situation of the crime scene before the attack.

"Five people, carrying firearms that fire self-propelled ammunition, grenade machine guns and plasma weapons, the highest temperature can reach stellar levels. No one can survive such an attack. I think the autopsy results will point to the gangsters entrenched here.

Searching surrounding communications...the victim has been identified."

"Tsk!" Stark smacked his mouth and walked around the ruins. He didn't know what Salomon's men were doing in Hell's Kitchen. After all, Hell's Kitchen had nothing to do with magic. He didn't dare to take it off.

He wore a helmet to prevent himself from inhaling the burning smell that permeated the scene. The thought of those burned corpses made him feel sick. "Friday, can you contact our magical boy?"

"I find it very difficult, sir," said Friday in a gentle voice. "Salomon Damonet's communication coordinates have always been in central London. They are false coordinates. Any calls will be forwarded to voicemail and then

was answered at another number and I was unable to track him through his social media accounts as those accounts were inactive years ago."

"I haven't paid attention to his Facebook." Stark muttered, "Can you find out why he did this?"

"I'm investigating, sir." Friday's emotions were not as vivid as Jarvis's before, but her ability in information processing is definitely professional. Especially after Stark has studied Ultron, he is in the field of artificial intelligence development.

There are more gains. "This gang is helping a real estate company acquire an apartment building, but the acquisition plan has stalled recently. I am searching, sir..."

"Friday?"

"Sir, I encountered...an...invasion..." Friday's voice was intermittent, and Stark could even hear the sound of electricity from the earphones in the helmet. Then, Friday's voice disappeared, as if she was playing in the online world.

The collision caused the display inside the helmet to flash wildly. The Friday subroutine in the armor was offline. Someone interfered with the signal in the nearby area and disconnected him from Stark Industries' Friday. Stark was about to take off the helmet.

, a mechanical synthesizer replaces Friday.

"You shouldn't be here, Stark."

"Who are you?" Stark's face turned very ugly, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm just an autoresponder." The voice suddenly became a little anxious until he revealed his identity. When Stark heard the synthesized voice, he seemed to be relieved and continued, "Do what I should do.

Supernatural events exclude ordinary people's lives. You should not interfere with this matter."

"Salomon? I know it's you. Listen, even if these people are related to magic incidents, you shouldn't use such rough methods. This is an urban area, you should restrain yourself! Do you want to be wanted?"

The robotic reply was quite mean.

"Perhaps when you call yourself a superhero, you should do something that a superhero should do, such as solving gangs that trouble ordinary people, such as arresting black-hearted businessmen. That's what you should do, instead of flying over the city every day

Flying around, attracting the attention of ordinary people. Do you know how many car accidents have been caused by this incident?"

Stark tasted something familiar.

"You are definitely a magical boy. Who else but him is so keen on mocking others?" he shouted. He wanted to delay as much time as possible so that Friday could solve the problem and get back online to find out where the voice was."

Give me some relevant information, Salomon, that has nothing to do with magical threats. Otherwise, how can I tell ordinary people what these guys did to trigger a gang fight?"

"I'm just an automatic answering software... Ahem, I found it. It's being sent, you will be satisfied."

"Turning on a voice changer is not the way to solve the problem."

"I'm really just an autoresponder, but I happen to be a little more intelligent than your Friday. That's really a little beauty, look at her algorithm, look at her neural network, how is it possible in the world

Is there a better girl than her?"

Stark suddenly thought of a terrible possibility, which gave him a headache.

"Are you Ultron?"


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