I, the motherland, do whatever I want

"found it."

Within a moment, Azu locked onto the rooftop of a building in Times Square.

There, a device similar to a signal transmission tower is installed.

On the rooftop, there were not only two silver-white 'Raptor' battle armors, but also a dark battle armor with heavy meaning, classic shape and a cape hanging from the back.

It was in that suit of armor that Azu saw Jeff.

Although he discovered the target, Azu was not in a hurry to take action. Anyway, there was no time limit for completion of the incident.

In addition, Azu had another purpose for doing this.

“According to my understanding of the politicians in this country, after knowing that Mr. Z wants ‘Zero’, there is no reason why they should not be interested.”

The corner of Azu's mouth raised slightly: "If they also want to get the 'Zero' armor technology, then there should be a good show to watch next."

"In that case, why should I take the lead for those politicians?"

"Let them have a big fight first, and I'll clean up the mess later."

"In case the federation has nothing to do with Mr. Z, maybe I can still get some benefits."

"In this case, I will cheer up Mr. Z for the time being."

As he spoke, Azu's eyes moved slightly, with a smile on his lips: "Here he comes."

Just below.

Azu saw several drones flying from a distance, using the cover of the floating clouds below to fly furtively toward Manhattan.

Although they do not look like combat drones, they have the logo of the Federal Air Force on them.

Apparently, Manhattan had alerted the federation and alerted the military.

In addition, even if it is not a combat drone, the Federal Air Force has already appeared, which shows that the Federation is also interested in the ‘Zero’ in Arnold’s hands.

Judging from this situation, the Federation is likely to have a conflict with Mr. Z for Arnold.

"So, the technology of the 'Zero' armor is very important?"

"Is it worth the federal effort to rescue Arnold regardless of whether Manhattan will sink?"

Azu clicked his tongue: "It's a pity that I have accepted the incident. Otherwise, I would have to help Mr. Z to see what kind of technology that 'No. 0' is."

After thinking about it, Azu shook his head again: "Forget it, I'm not interested in technology or anything like that, and I'm not Tony Stark."

At this time, the drones had arrived over the East River. They spread out and planned to enter Manhattan from different directions.

At this moment, a silver light suddenly appeared in downtown Manhattan, flying at an extremely fast speed.

It instantly hit a drone and smashed it into pieces. It turned out to be a 'Raptor' armor.

The armor raised its hands and fired a pocket missile from each arm's wrist armor.

They have obviously locked onto the drone, and even if the drone makes various tactical moves, it cannot get rid of it.

They were not equipped with 'induced bombs' and were eventually shot down.

The remaining two drones did not escape the fate of being destroyed. The 'Raptor' armor was too fast and highly flexible.

After a few rounds, the remaining drones fell into the East River and sank into the river.

In the New York Police Headquarters, after the images of several windows on the big screen disappeared, there was a sigh in the office.

Police Chief Lowe, who had been taken away from his command, was drinking coffee and eating donuts. He looked at the gloomy faces of the people from the Ministry of National Defense, but the corners of the chief's mouth raised.

After all, it’s not always possible to see the frowning faces of these ‘elites’.

At this time, Jersey, the director of the Office of the Ministry of National Defense, came over. He was a man in his forties, with a hairline that was set back and a worrying amount of hair.

It can be seen that this office director is not that easy to be.

Jersey walked over and said in a deep voice: "Director Lowe, I want you to call everyone over."

"Then bring out the cameras on all streets, alleys and even all public places in Manhattan."

"I want to know what kind of arrangements Mr. Z has made on Manhattan Island!"

"Also, how many police officers are there on Manhattan Island?"

at the same time.

Manhattan, Fifteenth Street, a car driving down the street.

In the car, Edgar glanced out the window, and then said to Maeve sitting next to him: "We will leave by helicopter later, but we have to be careful of being intercepted."

Maeve nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Edgar, we will protect you."

Edgar smiled when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the number and the black president's expression changed slightly.

Then answer the phone.

"Good evening, Mr. Minister."

On the other side of the phone, a man sighed: "Obviously, tonight is far from a good night for me."

"Edgar, I need you to do me a favor."

Edgar showed his white teeth: "The Federation wants 'Zero'?"

"Where's you?"

"Although your Vought company has superheroes, I don't think you are willing to miss out on something that can take you to the next level?"

Edgar smiled and said: "You still understand me, Mr. Minister."

"But you also know, I'm a businessman."

"Although 'Zero' sounds very mysterious and very tempting."

"But I won't make an investment without a return."

The Minister of Defense smiled on the phone: "You are still the same."

"Don't worry, your work won't be in vain."

"We have convinced Arnold that he is willing to share the 'Zero' armor technology with the Federation and your Vought company."

"Of course, that requires your superheroes to rescue him from the Empire State Building."

Edgar looked out the window and said, "It sounds like you have taken some action, but the process is not smooth."

The Minister of Defense did not answer the question, but said: "If you need time to think about it, I can give you one minute."

Edgar smiled: "Sharing technology alone is not enough, and to be honest, I am not that interested in armor technology."

"Even if Olga Company is willing to share, we can't possibly surpass them in this regard."

The Secretary of Defense laughed: "Okay, get Arnold out of Manhattan."

"In addition to sharing technology, I will consider a proposal to allow you metahumans to enter the military, how about that?"

"Then it's settled." Edgar smiled.

The Minister of Defense said again: "Very good, then, let the motherland rescue Arnold now?"

Edgar's expression suddenly felt a little awkward, and then he said: "This kind of trivial matter can be done by other members of the Seven."

"There is no need to dispatch the people of the motherland."

The Minister of Defense was silent for a moment, and then said: "So, your Vought Company is really no longer able to control the people of the motherland?"

"Edgar, after tonight, we have to find a time to talk about this."

Then the phone hung up.

Edgar put down the phone, exhaled slowly, and then looked at Maeve: "I need you to go back to the Empire State Building to do something."