Even after hearing these noises, Cassandra was no longer panicked. She flipped up her hair, and first chopped off the head of another eaten corpse with a saber. Then she ducked out of the dressing room and walked through the clean room.
area, peeking into the corridor.
The corridor was densely packed with zombies, including doctors, nurses, patients, and the men she brought with her.
These living dead were not just walking corpses. Kashan, who was leaning against the crack of the door, noticed that they were still talking to each other as they walked, asking where the gunshots came from, where the living people were, and they also discussed in advance how to find the people.
Which piece of meat do you want to eat?
She closed the door gently, found a bottle rack to lock the door, and slowly retreated.
Back in the operating room, looking at Tony who looked confused, she sighed and reached out to open the handcuffs.
"You let me go? Then I won't thank you. Just give up. Stockholm syndrome doesn't take effect so quickly. You are forcing yourself, do you understand?"
Tony sat up and got dressed. His suit, worth tens of thousands of dollars, was rubbed like a rag. He picked it up and looked at it, shaking his head as he felt it was a waste.
"Don't talk nonsense, we are trapped by zombies, and all my men are dead." Kassandra kicked his calf with a bad face and told him to hurry up: "Now we are all on the same line.
Grasshopper, if I can't live, you can't live either."
"Oh? A new way to play? Since when did you like this kind of weak-minded lie?"
Tony put on his pants and clothes, picked up his cell phone, and quickly checked to see if there was any signal. Of course there was no signal:
"You want to make me think that the biological apocalypse is coming, and we are Adam and Eve, and you and I depend on each other? Oh, it's a beautiful idea, even if you fire a gun and act like it's real, there are no actresses I know
There are hundreds of them, and all of them are better at acting than you."
He dismissed his ex-girlfriend's warning and didn't believe it at all.
But Cassandra is not another woman. She understands the conceited Tony far beyond ordinary people.
Whenever it was late at night, this woman would use Tony's recent photos or news to practice marksmanship and knife throwing, and study his every move, living habits, diet, physical condition, etc.
Pepper has only known Tony for how many years? She, Cassandra, has been with this heartless man since she was 17!
So when she was peeping at the zombies just now, she also used her mobile phone to show the zombies through the crack in the door, especially recording the time and date on the clock in the corridor.
At this time, show this evidence to Tony, because scientists only believe in evidence.
Tony's smile disappeared from his proud face because he had 'seen through his ex-girlfriend'. He squinted his eyes, looked at the zombies in the short video, and then looked at Cassian's expression.
The flesh and blood and wounds are all real, and there are no signs of manipulation in the video. Even if it happened more than ten seconds ago, the location is no problem.
There was sweat dripping down Kashan's forehead, indicating that she was nervous, and her pupils were slightly dilated, indicating that she had really seen something extraordinary.
In this way, the zombies are real and she is not trying to play any tricks.
"Where did you put the signal jammer?" Tony returned the phone to her, and grabbed a piece of gauze from the tray next to the operating table to wrap the wound on the back of his head: "Turn off the jammer, I'll contact Jarvis to send a message.
Come here, none of us will die."
"It's on the rooftop. My signal jammer is on the rooftop." Cassandra shook her head, making him give up his desire to ask for help. Now there are zombies in the corridor outside. Let alone the two of them going to the rooftop, they would just show up.
Torn to pieces: "I called the pilots on the rooftop and the people left behind, but they can only howl now. The zombie crisis may be falling from the sky."
This hospital building has a total of fifteen floors, and the two of them are currently on the 8th floor, which happens to be a position where they cannot go up or down. Moreover, the corridor outside is a huge "mouth" shape, and it is a long distance to reach the stairwell.
There are not enough bullets to deal with all the zombies, and it is difficult to find a way out. Tony is a useless man without a suit, so the two of them must find another way.
"Sigh... I got hurt this time by you, a crazy woman." Tony complained, but he still cheered up and checked the things in the room, and suddenly remembered something: "Are there any zombies in the storage area and clean area outside?
"
"There were two of them, but I killed them."
Cassian hesitated for a moment, then handed the pistol to Tony. She only needed an assault rifle.
"Don't hand me anything, and I don't use a gun. It's a tool of crime." Tony retracted his hands with his orchid fingers raised, and an arrogant smile appeared on his face: "I once told you that the mind is the most powerful tool.
If you have a strong weapon, lend a hand and push some of the hospital beds outside in. Be gentle."
With that said, Tony walked towards the oxygen cylinder in the corner of the operating room. There was electricity here, so as long as he had a high-pressure oxygen cylinder and some orthopedic instruments, he could make an oxygen cutting machine.
Hospital beds are made of stainless steel in order to be strong and durable. Of course, it would probably be a bit inferior to dismantling the steel pipes to make a suit, but as long as it can prevent bites, it will be fine.
There are also various chemicals in the preparation room, such as alcohol and potassium permanganate, which can be used to make flamethrowers and Molotov cocktails. In the movie, fire attacks are also effective against zombies.
Therefore, Tony has decided to use the materials at hand to make a suit and escape with Cassandra.
He did still hate her, but she was still a child when her parents died, so she couldn't be the mastermind.
Tony has always been sober. He just wants Cass to apologize, so he won't let her die in the mouth of a zombie.
No zombie can eat Iron Man's girlfriend, not even his ex-girlfriend.
Frequent manufacturing of battle armors has made him perfect with practice. In this situation, only one MK1 level battle armor is enough, and since it does not need to be bulletproof, the frame only needs to be wrapped with torn sheets for defense.
The energy source is a battery, which is put on a trailer and driven around. This is the backup power supply for the operating room.
Let's make do, as long as we can go to the rooftop and turn off the signal jammer, then the whole family will be in place in a few seconds. After all, this is New York.
The soundproofing in the operating room was very good, and Cassandra was very decisive in doing things. She didn't ask questions like ordinary women, and she just cooperated silently.
While Tony was working, she sat aside and watched, holding her gun to alert for any movement outside.
"Is everything you said true?"
While fixing the steel tube frame with orthopedic screws and steel plates, Tony suddenly asked this question.
Cassandra naturally understood what he was talking about, and she sighed: "What I have always said is true. Now we may all die, do I still need to lie to you?"
"You can't die. You have some confidence in me. I'm Iron Man." Tony continued to work, the sound of metal deforming came from his hands, and his voice became lower: "But since you didn't lie either
, would that be a situation I’m thinking of...your parents, my parents, they don’t have any remains, right?”
"I don't know any Iron Man, I only know Tony Stark, a boy who was knocked down by an electric baton when we first met, so stop stressing about your toys. Steel and metal shells, participating in childish boy fraternities
, are just games you use to deny reality, others don’t understand the real you at all.”
The woman said this and rubbed her face vigorously.
After hearing this, the man with the mustache was stunned for a moment, and then continued working, assembling his toys:
"When did you major in psychology? It's even more annoying, but you're right. I used to want to play superhero games to escape reality, just like those people in the 1940s, put on tights,
Wearing a face covering, giving yourself any code name, you can live a new life on the streets, it's like a split personality. My parents are dead, my uncle is betrayed, the company is about to collapse, and I am also raped by my ex-girlfriend
Kidnapped, locked in a small dark room and used as a breeding tool, do you know how desperate I am?"
"...I'm sorry, I just don't want to lose to you." The woman closed her eyes.
Tony sighed, shrugged slowly, dropped the pliers, picked up a wrench, and continued working:
"That happened in the past. Later, the captain told me that some people are born with responsibilities. I no longer intend to escape. I no longer treat putting on the suit as a game, but do it very seriously.
The things I should do, such as protecting the people I want to protect, such as protecting our earth, in short, now, Iron Man is me, I am Iron Man."