Accurate and fast within seven steps

Chapter 302 Deteriorated filial piety!
In the desert of the Middle East, Mr. Shi Dake, a billionaire who was captured alive, has been imprisoned for almost a month. During this month, he has been in a half-dream and half-awake state because he was accidentally injured during a terrorist attack. These days , Stark, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, hovered on the verge of death several times, until he was finally transferred to the terrorist's lair, and then he was rescued by a doctor named Ethan.

And Stark just woke up, and he was taken out by the terrorists without even wiping the blood on his face.

Then the terrorist pointed to the Jericho missile he built and said that he wanted it too, and asked Stark to build him a few.

Stark immediately refused, but the terrorists refused to let go, and released the exoskeleton armor of future technology, saying that they also want this thing. Although it was not designed by Stark, it must not be a problem for Stark to make it!

"What do you think I am!"

The billionaire's chest hurts, and he immediately shook his head to express his resignation. If you have the guts, you will kill me, and then the terrorist boss will click on the ak.

"I need time, materials, and assistants!"

Stark decisively put forward his request.

After being thrown back into the dark prison, Stark couldn't help feeling sad. At first he thought it was cool to be in the limelight, but now, he just wanted to go back to his luxurious mansion and eat a delicious hamburger.

Thinking about it, Stark couldn't help but think of his parents who were gone. If Howard were here instead, what would he do?
Stark remembered the stories about World War II that his father told when he was a child, and he occasionally hoped that a hunter would descend from the sky to save himself from the dire straits.

But now that I am imprisoned here with an electromagnet stuck in my chest, who can I count on?

Do you really want to build missiles?
Stark thought for a while, and dismissed this idea. As one of the top ten arms dealers in America, he naturally understands the truth that a cunning rabbit dies and a good dog cooks it. If the missile is built, he may be the first to die!

If you can't make a missile, then make something that allows you to escape!

Stark thought of the exoskeleton he saw about future technology, and instantly had an idea!
As for the crude exoskeleton prosthetics in the future, in normal times, Stark would have to sneer at them, because this thing is rough and ugly, and has no aesthetic feeling at all, but now, he can't care about any aesthetic feeling. After drawing a few sketches in his mind, Stark persuaded the doctor on the side, and then began to prepare for escape.

For Stark's predicament, Chen Mo knew very well, because the long-range search radar and ground observation sensors carried by the Dark Star could even see rats moving underground, but Chen Mo didn't intend to save him, or the sentence In other words, Chen Mo is Stark's elder, according to the rules, Stark has to visit him!

And it's okay to make the Playboy suffer a bit!
Chen Mo still has other things to do. Although his own armor is already decent, there are still a lot of problems. It happens that there are a lot of scientists in the Dark Asterisk, so handing them over to deal with it can be regarded as a specialist in art!

The scientists were full of praise for the manufacturing process of the armor, but they expressed their angry views on the randomly spliced ​​parts and the rough welding techniques. After learning that these things were made by Chen Mo, a tall Mediterranean old man pondered for a while and said.

"Boss, you've actually done a pretty good job, just don't do it in the future!"

What else can Chen Mo do? Experts still have to respect it, especially these scientific research madmen. He can only nod.

"The child is ignorant and picks up randomly. I won't do it next time!"

After handing over the armor to the experts for re-finishing, it was no fun for Chen Mo to spy on Stark on the spaceship. He simply planned to go back to New York, or go to Washington to visit the Space Museum. However, when Chen Mo arrived on the ground, he remembered that he hadn’t seen Na for a long time. Tasha is gone.

So after he asked about Natasha's address, he planned to go to the other party's house to surprise her.

Chen Mo bought cakes and prepared plush toys that little girls like, and then quietly hid in the other party's room, waiting to scare Natasha.

But after the other party entered the door, he also keenly noticed that someone was coming to the house, and then tiptoed towards Chen Mo, and after Chen Mo saw Natasha approaching him through the wall, he also tried to tiptoe back.

The two circled each other's apartment as if playing hide-and-seek.

Although Natasha was sure that there was someone at home, but because Chen Mo was avoiding her, she couldn't find him, so she had to give up and go back to the living room to wait for Chen Mo to attack.

And Chen Mo thought that the other party had given up on the search, so he tiptoed over. Before he could pat Natasha on the shoulder, the other party was already nimbly stalking him like a cheetah, with Chen Mo's neck between his thighs, and he was about to fall to the ground.

And Chen Mo stood on the spot like a half-iron tree, Natasha tried her best but couldn't fall Chen Mo, so she could only let go of her thigh viciously, and looked down at Chen Mo.

"who are you?"

"Smailoo, Smailoo!"

Chen Mo was held between his thighs, although he felt something was wrong, he still spoke the secret signal of the two of them.

"Mr. Selent!"

After Natasha saw Chen Mo's face clearly, she immediately came up with a big hug in surprise, and Chen Mo felt the impact in his arms, and could only sigh with emotion, the child has grown up!
Then Natasha, like a hardworking little daughter-in-law, hurriedly let Chen Mo sit down, and then began to search around for coffee, water glasses, and desserts, trying to make Chen Mo feel the warmest hospitality.

"Mr. Serente, when did you come back!"

"A few days ago, I didn't expect that you have become an elite agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. after being separated for so long!"

"It's all well taught by you!"

Natasha's eyes no longer had the sharpness and sharpness of the past, only warmth and admiration remained.

"I didn't teach anything, it's your own efforts!"

Chen Mo looked at the house, and it seemed that the other party had lived a good life these years. Although the house was not as big as his own, it was just as warm. It seemed that the black widow, who was not accompanied by pain or torture, was also a very good choice!
The two chatted a lot about the interesting things that happened over the years, and after Chen Mo ate the curry stewed chicken rice prepared by the other party, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Natasha.

"Mr. Serente, there is a place to live at home!"

"Ah, isn't there a bedroom for you and Yelena?"

Chen Mo doesn't understand, let him sleep on the sofa, forget it, he's going to a five-star hotel, preferably the one with its own casino and nightclub!
"It's okay, my bed is big, and there are extra bedding at home, we can sleep together!"

Natasha stared at Chen Mo with a hint of anticipation and joy.

　Why does the blood dk feel more fleshy than anti-riding, but the output is much lower. So far, I only have cjq enough for a four-piece suit
　　
　
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