The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 175 Frenzy (4k)

It hurts!
This Spider-Man is so strong.

Among the ruins, Ivan Vanke pulled his arm out from under a large stone slab and rubbed his collapsed chest.

Although he no longer needed the inefficient oxygen supply method of breathing, Zeng's human instincts all the year round still made him feel that there was an air stuck in his chest, which made him very uncomfortable.

Tens of meters away, he could still hear the hearty laughter of the group of 'heroes' outside.

This hearty laugh is more harmful than the most powerful sonic weapon in the world, and the pain it brings to Ivan far exceeds the pain in his chest and the pain in his body and gun barrel when using his ability.

I am not dead yet!

Click - boom!

In the dust flying all over the sky, Ivan, who had returned to normal, held his chest and glanced viciously at everyone present. Then his metal skin flowed like running water, and his entire body structure changed in various ways.

Spiderman is already so brave, and there is a bottomless imperial knight beside him. If he wants to fight again, how can Ivan survive?
Accompanied by the humming of machinery, Ivan Vanke turned into an aircraft based on the F35 in a very short time, and then flew into the sky with the sound of jets, leaving only a sentence:

"Damn Stark, I will definitely come back!"

On the blue sky, a small black dot quickly disappeared.

"Don't chase?" Luke asked softly, "Just let him run away?"

"Who made the only flying thing in our place unable to move?"

Li Hao spread his hands helplessly, and lightly kicked Stark and his battle armor on the ground, and there was a 'click', sparks flew, and Mark V's shoulder armor fell off directly.

"Dude, take it easy!"

Stark withdrew his divergent thinking, muttered dissatisfiedly, and then took off the armor on his body one by one.

Stark has a lot of ideas and inspirations to be tested about Ivan, about his mechanization and special abilities, but right now he doesn't want to think about these issues at all.

What armor upgrades, anti-Ivan armor, let's go, he just wants to make his 'french fries' comfortable.

"Jarvis, get someone from the company to recycle this pile of junk, and book me a table for two at the best restaurant in New York."

Stark, who took off his battle armor, endured the pain, and smiled and extended an invitation to Ophelia, who had been pretending to be a cute girl in silence:
"Beautiful Miss Ophelia, let's go have dinner together!"

Really dedicated, Li Hao silently gave a thumbs up to Stark, who is wearing Baichuang and still has not forgotten his original aspirations.

Covering his face with a hood, Ivan Vanke walked on a small street in Hell's Kitchen, but in just three or four hundred meters, he saw four or five robberies and two gang fights.

Hell's Kitchen really is a folk style, well-deserved reputation!
After dismissing a few gangsters casually, Ivan swaggered around this lowest-level community in New York, looking for his target—a person who could voluntarily participate in his own mechanical transformation and believed in Megatron.

"Hahaha! Red Skull, your time of death has come, and I, Captain America, will end your sinful life!"

"My Red Skull has an army of millions, and I will never fail!"

A few half-grown kids were chasing and playing.

One of them was playing the Red Skull with some red on his face, and he was still holding an AK in his hand-Ivan was very sure that this kid who was at most ten years old was holding a real one in his hand.

In Hell's Kitchen, it's much harder to find model guns than real ones.

Ivan simply squatted by the side of the street, enjoying the 'repertoire' of these children.

The US team and his friends have thwarted the Red Skull's plot time and time again. When the Red Skull has some new tricks, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Iron Man, etc. have also come one after another.
Ivan was fascinated, and saw the evening at a glance, and saw the group of children break up.

"guys!"

The kid who played Captain America smiled proudly, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth, "Jack promised me that I'll help you save money. Remember to come to me if you need anything!"

The other children all showed envious expressions. It is a good job to help the gangster loose fans. They can be happy and earn money without spending money.

Under the call of 'Captain America', other people responded, and even a few kids who were at most eight or nine years old placed orders.

Ivan watched all this with cold eyes, only feeling an unbelievable sense of absurdity:
How did a country with such a young generation defeat the incomparably powerful and great mother in its memory?
Or, did America, who lost her rival, create such a younger generation?
He doesn't understand.

But in a trance, he thought of an ancient Chinese saying: "That can be replaced!" '

Megatron ordered himself to establish the mechanical kingdom, does it mean that the trend of history has reached the time when "Beauty has lost its little elk, and Ivan can pursue it"?
As night falls, the hustle and bustle of Manhattan's nightlife has just begun.

At the same time, there are more and more ragged homeless wandering in the streets visible to the naked eye.

Ivan hesitated for a while, and looked at these homeless people who appeared in the most inconspicuous part of the street and waited for alms silently like picking goods, finally gritted his teeth, and walked towards a homeless man hiding in the back alley of a dilapidated tavern.

This is a man with one leg missing, skinny and unkempt, huddled under a half-stepped wall in an alley.

Ivan twisted his neck, took a deep breath, organized the words he had thought up again, and walked straight to the beggar.

He was a little confused. After all, human body modification and belief in unknown evil gods. Those who do these things are wicked people who should be hanged!

But before Ivan walked to the man, the man lying on the ground suddenly coughed lightly, raised his head, and asked slowly and jerkyly:

"Possession of drugs? Testing medicine? Or participating in some perverted game played by a boring rich man? How can I get paid?"

what?
Ivan was stunned, and stood there dumbfounded, opened his mouth slightly but was speechless for a long time.

This is too magical, right?How did this tramp manage to say these things without changing his face?

"So you're a novice?" The man repeated the previous words again, and said with a look of surprise:

"Isn't that what you people are looking for homeless people for? Homeless people also communicate with each other! Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Ivan was a little confused by the contempt of this tramp, and subconsciously blurted out: "Body modification!"

As soon as the words fell, he felt a little regretful, and while the homeless man hadn't spoken, he stumbled and recited the manuscript he had prepared:
"Based on physical disability, paralysis and other problems, I can provide mature mechanical replacement technology. After having mechanical organs, food intake can be reduced or even stopped without endangering life"

Barely recited the manuscript like a primary school student memorizing a text, Ivan looked at the homeless man, without any expectations in his heart, waiting for his rejection.

"So, you have mastered a safe mechanical transformation technology that neither the government nor the Stark Group has, and can turn people into cyborgs?
This is ridiculous!If this is true, then I will absolutely participate in your experiment, and I will call you Daddy from now on."

With the expression on the homeless man's face, Ivan removed the mimetic skin on his body, and let one hand constantly switch between pots and pans, guns and swords.

"Damn it! It's actually true!"

After the shock, the tramp looked at Ivan eagerly, full of hope, and even his voice trembled a little:
"What price will I have to pay to receive your gift? I can pay anything! Everything!"

Seeing that the feedback was so good, Ivan silently made the slave treaty he envisioned more harsh:
"You have to work for me for five years, and you have to do what I ask you to do during these five years. There is no guaranteed salary, but if you make money, I will give you half more."

"I will! You are a saint higher than Jesus!"

The homeless man bowed his head and made up his mind: I, Mike Peterson, would like to go through fire and water for adults from generation to generation!
Martin Lee, Mr. Negative, also considers himself number one in the New York underworld, but he has been in trouble these days.

Several of his spectators have been gathering together lately to sneak around, and the number of people sneaking away is also increasing. In the past two days, there have been more than ten people!

Self-confident that he has super powers to protect himself, Martin, who is highly skilled and courageous, quietly followed behind these nocturnal boys by himself, trying to find out.

After twisting and turning, Martin followed the younger brothers to a large open space in Hell's Kitchen.

In the middle of this open space, there is a simple booth and dozens of rows of simple seats, surrounded by dozens of uniformly dressed men guarding, and distributing a can of beer and a note with the seat number to everyone who comes in. .

"Could it be that I blamed these younger brothers? They just came to participate in an event similar to the Oktoberfest?"

After observing for a while, he didn't find any danger, so Martin also mixed in the crowd, imitating the others and shouting to the big man, "flesh and blood are weak, the machine is soaring", and received a beer and a number.

As the night deepened and the moon grew brighter, the originally empty space was also crowded. Later, those who had no seats could only stand around.

Martin counted carefully, maybe there were 4000 people crowded here.

He gradually realized something was wrong: Why was the gathering of 5000 people so quiet?

Moreover, the sitting postures of the people around him were almost exactly the same, and their faces were all expressionless, like... robots?
The moon was in the middle of the sky, and suddenly there was a lean black man in the middle of the booth, shouting with a loud voice like a radio:

"Everyone, comrades-in-arms, and those who have not joined us but yearn for it, good evening everyone!
I'm Mike Peterson, and I'll be the opening statement today! "

Mike told his story in a cadenced voice.

Retired after losing his leg on the battlefield. His wife died of illness and owed a large amount of debt for his wife's medical treatment. The tragic experience of bankruptcy and wandering earned enough tears.

Afterwards, he ordered several people from different backgrounds to come on stage to tell their own tragic stories. The main line was to criticize the capitalists and the authorities.

After arousing the empathy of most people, Mike roared angrily:

"America failed us, and those capitalists cheated and squeezed our last drop of blood!

They strip us of our value and then lend us money, leaving us in debt;

They use finance, election bribery and other means to manipulate the state and national congresses, so that this country no longer belongs to the American people but to a few rich people;

They have driven up housing prices, saddled us with decades of long-term debt, and left us in chronic anxiety, afraid to fight back.
Now, we want to say no to them!

Today, we have completed a glorious evolution, and we will no longer be confused by the sugar-coated shells of those capitalists, and will be intimidated by them with debt livelihoods!

We are the masters of this country! "

"Boom!" "Long live!"

Martin, who was overwhelmingly shocked, was a little deaf.

"Everyone, let's invite our leader, great man, leader, our great and benevolent head of state, God's Chosen One, Lord Ivan!"

Ivan descended from the sky with his [-]cm energy cannon under his abdomen, causing cheers like ocean waves.

"Everyone, me, us!"

With a domineering wave of Ivan's hand, the audience immediately fell silent.

It may be that the Sequence Five of the mechanical head of state is really a bit mysterious as a "head of state". Ivan feels that his speech level has been greatly improved in just ten days.

Now he speaks impassionedly, directly to the heart, especially with this group of robots:
"We fell, broke, and fell into the abyss!
The capital group headed by Stark thought that in this way, they could eat our meat and drink our blood with peace of mind.

But we are exalted by the ways of the machine, by the gift of Megatron!

Now, it's time to take revenge on them.Gentlemen, I like war, and only war can make those who think they are superior fall into the mud!

Robots are fearless! "

Bad, these people are going to rebel!
Ivan's generous speech on the stage continued, and Martin was so frightened that his back was covered in cold sweat and his heart beat faster.

While everyone was listening attentively to the speech on the stage, Martin quietly wanted to escape.

But as soon as his butt left the seat, he was surrounded by a group of red-eyed people.These pinkeyes ejected a large number of electric shock devices from their hands, subduing Martin in just a moment.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, Martin's mind still echoed Ivan's speech that went straight to the heart:
"Tomorrow, Stark Expo, let the world see our power!"

Jessica's small building is on the second floor. Although Stark has forgiven Li Hao's debts, he still plans to stay here for another month or two because he has no money.

After watching Ivan's domineering speech from the perspective of God, Li Hao was looking forward to tomorrow's expo.

Moreover, it can be said that it was a small fight before, and it did not attract attention.

But this time thousands of cyborgs who have accepted the power of their own dimension have been created, and the New York Temple and Ancient One still have no response.

This reassured Li Hao for the most part, no matter what the ancient one thought or purpose, he should not be expelled from the earth.

Now I can sleep peacefully.

The 89th floor of the Stark Tower.

Tony, who had just taken a cold shower, shaved in front of the mirror and flicked his hair from time to time.

"Jarvis, is the assembly of the Anti-Ivan Armor complete?"

"Yes, sir. The task was completed 13 minutes ago and is being sprayed. There are still 4 hours and 20 minutes left for the assembly and spraying of the Mark VII. You can finish it before you wake up tomorrow."

Tony nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards his 190-square-meter big bed.

With the Anti-Ivan Armor, if you meet that Ivan Vanke again, you will definitely be able to beat him up and get back where you were before!

With great confidence in his first anti-someone armor, Tony fell into a sweet dream.

　Changed more than half.

　　Originally, the title should be the first sentence of the melody we are most familiar with:
　　get up, no...

　　I won't wave any more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)