Tony is driving a car and running on a road with Evanson. During this period, he also contacted the naughty kid who guided himself in Tennessee and acted as the old man.

He now knew that all the bombs that exploded were humans, and the person who turned these people into bombs was Killian. Then it can be inferred that Killian and Mandalin were at least suitable for relationships, or that Killian was the mastermind behind Mandalin.

But whether it is revenge or the account, I must know where they are. Jarvis, who is by the naughty child, is indeed powerful. The US government has spent no idea how much energy it has spent, but it only found some false hiding places of Mandarin, which caused Colonel Rhode to drive the war machine around the world. However, Jarvis, developed by Tony, hid in a broken warehouse and charged with electricity, locked his real location based on Mandarin's last broadcast communication, Miami, known as the capital of America.

But there is a small problem, that is, Harley told Tony that "the armor cannot be charged now."

After hearing the news, Tony braked and stopped the car. But before the car stopped, he heard a slap next to him. Under the action of this huge inertia, Evanson directly smashed the front windshield and flew out. He rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. So he must fasten his seat belt when he was in the car, otherwise he would be on the body if he had an unlucky future.

If it were ordinary people, they would probably have to call an ambulance... or a hearse, but Evanson stood up from the ground like nothing happened, patted his clothes, and threw out the glass residue stuck to his body. "Thank you Claya, thank you Gemini, thank you Melinda by the way."

Thanks to these people, Evanson's demon skin is always ready to trigger.

Evanson gritted his teeth and walked back. Although he was not injured, no one would be in a good mood if he flew so freely. However, when he walked to the side of the car with great momentum, he found Tony squatting beside the car door and trembling.

I'll let it go, you feel so guilty? Evanson really didn't expect that Tony would be so sad after he made him fly out of the car.

"My armor, I, I can't...I can't...I can't." Tony's breathing is now rapid, his pupils are still a little dilated, and he speaks incoherently, but this has nothing to do with throwing Evanson out.

Well, it seems that I am self-indulgent again. When Evanson saw Tony, he knew that he must have had anxiety again. It must be because of some reason that something went wrong with his armor. He thought of using his body to deal with a strong enemy, which made him very anxious.

Originally, as Tony's attending doctor, Evanson should have gone over and patted his shoulder, comforted him and said, "Don't worry about me being there, I will protect you." But Evanson went straight up and fisted his left hook and right hook, and people with anxiety disorders were in danger.

After two punches hit Tony, Evanson pulled him by the collar and lifted him up, shouting at his face, "Now the rubbing thing you do, I guess the whole world knows that if you can't make this thing have a perfect and shiny ending, think about what will happen to you?"

"Ha!" Tony took a breath of air, and Peggy Carter's serious and loving cheek instantly appeared in Tony's mind. "Don't worry, my friend, I'll do it." Tony cheered up suddenly!

Tell, Evanson has figured it out now. To deal with people like Tony, Shenma's psychological treatment and conversation therapy are all done in a blink of an eye. He went up and beaten up and intimidated him. Everything was cured.

Tony drove Evanson and quickly arrived at a department store in the nearest town. Standing outside the window, Tony looked inside, tube pliers, batteries, fertilizers, and acetylene ejectors. He believed that with his leader-level engineering, these things could be turned into deadly weapons.

But Evanson rolled his eyes from the side. The moment before Tony was about to enter the supermarket, he grabbed the other person's sleeve and pulled him directly across the street, and then pointed to the sign of a store.

Oliver Weapons Store has been selling high-quality guns since its founding of the People's Republic of China for 100 years.

It is a good thing to have rich knowledge, and it is also a good thing to have strong hands-on ability, but please, can you be smart?! If you don’t buy ready-made weapons in gun shops on the streets, you can go to a department store to buy fertilizer. Is there fertilizer in your mind? It also needs to be farm fertilizer!

"Uh..." Tony opened his mouth at the gun shop sign, not knowing what to say. He was also wondering why he didn't see this called a store just now.

"Good evening, two guests." After Tony followed Evanson in, the boss, who was about 60, immediately smiled and said, "You can choose your favorite weapons, but please remember that when you choose weapons, you will also choose you."

Tony sniffed and looked at the dazzling array of guns. Although they were all semi-automatic weapons for civil use, they were better than things made with fertilizers by themselves. However, at this time Evanson stopped him and said to the owner of the gun shop with a smile, "We need firepower, real firepower."

Although American law allows people to own firearms, they do not allow them to possess automatic weapons. However, in order to expand their sales scope and increase profits, some weapon stores will still sell some banned firearms behind their backs.

"This customer..." But the boss said hesitantly as if he didn't understand Evanson's hint, "We are legal stores and do not do illegal business."

"Three times." Evanson didn't want to spend too much, and said directly, "We can pay three times the normal price." Anyway, it's not his own money, so it doesn't hurt to spend it.

"Oh..." The boss frowned. After obviously a struggle of thought, he walked to the door and hung the closed sign, pulled down the curtains, picked up something like a TV remote control, pressed the wall behind him, and a mechanical rotation sound turned over. The wall was hung with automatic guns such as ak47, m416, and sarls.

"I just want that one." Tony pointed to m416 on the wall in a generous manner and said, "Full match!"

Then he pointed at the dagger submachine gun and said inhumanely, "That, full of matching!"

Then he took out a handful of p18 from the shelf next to it and put it on the counter, saying "Full match!"

20 minutes later, after Tony came out of the gun shop, he was already a third-level A third-level first-level three-level bag, full of long and short guns.
Chapter completed!