Marvel – Immortal Path

Tony Stark, undoubtedly, this name is unique.

The well-known Superhero Iron Man, a philanthropic billionaire, a cynical playboy, and a scientist and engineer at Peak, have won the top spot in the voting column of the readers of "Vanity Fair" "The Man You Want to Have a Monkey Most" Up to fifteen weeks.

The legendary character who is comparable to Howard Hughes stepped off the sports car, slightly adjusted his collar, and showed a reserved and proud smile to the reporters who had been waiting for a long time.

Stark is an arms dealer, but at the same time he is also a philanthropist. He has established many charitable foundations including but not limited to Africa humanitarian organizations, dying wishes of leukemia children, etc.

At this time, what he was going to attend was a large-scale charity party.

Mr. Stark opened the car door is a middle-aged gentleman, a suit and leather shoes, oily face, low-key watches and other exterior accessories, enough for the sociables in halter outfits to quickly evaluate his Ten million USD net worth.

"Hey, Tony, it’s been a long time..."

The middle-aged gentleman just wanted to say hello on his own and give Stark a hug so that the reporters next to him can take pictures When the two took a group photo, it was posted on the page of tomorrow's newspaper to restore the stock decline of the company under the gentleman's name.

Unfortunately, before this sentence was finished, the gentleman bowed his waist and vomited it out.

"Oh~"

The pale, mushy fluid gushes from his nostrils and mouth and splashes to the ground. Tony Stark stepped back subconsciously to avoid this. An unfamiliar "friend" who is vomiting.

The reporters were like vultures smelling carrion. The shutter sound of the camera came and went one after another, taking photos of the distressed situation of the unknown gentleman and the expression of disgust and disgust on Tony's face.

The security guard saw that the situation was far from good and hurried forward, trying to take the gentleman away.

"roar!"

The gentleman stood up suddenly, countless tentacles gushing from his throat, piercing through the throats of the security guards with lightning speed.

Half a second later, the crowd started screaming and running wildly. Those glamorous upper-class elites fled hurriedly. Some reporters did not forget to take pictures of the scene crazily with their cameras while retreating.

The crowd a little further away were still at a loss, they saw others scared witless screaming and running.

People’s herd mentality is so strong that a bunch of men and women in a dark corner on the edge of the charity party, before they had time to pack their trousers and zippers, were separated by the scattered crowds.

However, the situation is worse than they thought.

Those security guards whose necks were pierced by tentacles stood up swayingly after twenty seconds. Together with the earliest gentleman, they raised their heads high and hunted with the fleshy whiskers extending from the throat. Kill the innocent people who run slightly slower.

Tony Stark is lucky. His sports car door is light and strong. The long whip-like flesh beard can only leave a deep groove on it, which is also a period of time away from the hole.

This is enough.

Tony pressed his hand on the steering wheel of the sports car, and the voice of the Stark Group computer AIJarvis' voice came from the car broadcast: "Fingerprint confirmed, armor dressing procedure started."

The steering wheel suddenly downwards The sunken, extremely precise parts continued to overflow, completely covering Tony's arm.

At the same time, the driver’s seat is also folded inward, and the robotic arms extending from all corners of the seat piece together various parts to complete the stitching.

In a few seconds, Tony Stark has gone from a fragile playboy to an Iron Man representing modern industrial beauty.

Rather than waiting for the sports car to open the sunroof according to the established procedure, the Iron Man kicked the door open. The flame spray device underneath was assisted by a generation of vector control system, which perfectly helped this Iron Body fly to In mid-air, Iron Man can be condescending, looking down at the chaotic situation below.

Each "tentacler" can split 30 tentacles. These tentacles are flexible and tenacious. As long as they come into contact with other humans, they can use the "petals" at the top of the tentacles to carry out injection-style infection.

The infected person will vomit crazily at first, and until 20 seconds later, the dead body that has lost brain activity will stand up again, dragging the body, looking for the next prey.

The identification information from the armor AI made Tony Stark's face quickly gloomy. As a Superhero, he needs to control the situation.

The Iron Man flying in midair is undoubtedly very conspicuous. Once lasing from the tentacles, its initial speed is about to touch the sound barrier.

But in the face of AI with horrible calculations, the so-called tentacles are too slow and too slow. AI can even calculate the predetermined trajectory of the tentacles based on the muscle texture of the whiskers.

Iron Man raised his palm, and the energy cannon with no difficulty jetted from the palm of his hand blasted all the tentacles and blasted them.

The tentacles below screamed sharply, and the new tentacles used it toward the Iron Man while trying to entangle the other general public.

"Don't even think about it."

Tony Stark opened the shoulder armor blankly. Ten miniature missiles that emerged from the armor were assisted by AI. Within 0.2 seconds, all the tentacles were locked, carrying a micro warhead and hitting their eye sockets.

The faint fire light lit up, and the munitions from the Stark Group were far from being able to contend with flesh and blood. Most of the heads of the ten tentacles were blasted and collapsed.

"en? Is this the end?"

Tony Stark raised his eyebrows, still hovering in midair, and the energy cannon in his hand was firmly aimed at the dead bodies.

"Hey yeah..."

The air leak sounded constantly, and in the stunned eyes of Iron Man, the belly of the dead corpses continued to swell, swelling to the extreme.

Finally, bang.

Like a balloon bursting, the belly of the dead corpse burst into bursts, and the flesh and blood flew across, and also the green mist rose up and floated in the wind.

The diluted green mist drifted away with the wind and fell into the panic crowd.

The skin of those people was first stained with a layer of green moss. Amid the screams, the green moss continued to spread, breaking through the skin, piercing the surface of the skin, and engulfing flesh and blood.

Iron Man looked at the situation in front of him helplessly. Although the Iron Man Suit was able to help him invincible, it was far from being able to deal with the tiny and slender microscopic creatures.

After half a minute, these "people" staggered to their feet.

They are all covered with a layer of green moss, the limbs of hands and feet are completely distorted in the shape of mutation, some become knives, some become long lashes, some are covered with deformed fangs, and some have simply become Indescribable showy sarcoma.

Iron Man's eyes were splitting, and he muttered to himself: "God, what did I do?!"

"Just now, you killed the mutation body , It will only allow them to complete their own mission-spreading the disease."

There was a deserted voice in the distance. Li Ang, wearing a white coat, walked out of the darkness and looked towards those with interest. Rush to the own variant.

"It’s so interesting. This plague is not like what CDC officials imagined. It is just a simple strain.

To be more precise, this plague is bacteria, viruses, A big carnival of fungi, parasites, prions, and nerve worms."

The mutant rushing forward has stretched out a long hand knife, and Li Ang's head will be shaved off in the next second. Sky.

Iron Man didn't have time to think about it. He fired a series of energy cannons in his hand, trying to save the Chinese youth who suddenly appeared before the mutant finished killing.

Li Ang's complexion was indifferent, and with one hand he picked up Tony Stark's streamlined sports car parked on the side of the road, flew it up, and stood horizontally on the ground.

He kicked it out, and when the white coat was flying, the sports car flew out.

bang!

The concrete floor was ploughed into a gully, and any mutant blocking the front was engulfed by Peiran's tremendous force, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, together with the vehicle, Smashed on the roadside flowerbed.

The rubble splashed and the flesh was blurry, and the pie-shaped variant twitched unconsciously, and sprayed out a cloud of green mist weakly.

"Is that your sports car?"

Li Ang looked at the Iron Man in the air, said with a smile: "It feels good."

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