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Chapter 299 Ares, old guy (please support!)

"Patrick Remus, 45 years old, has participated in the Gulf War, the Iran-Iraq War, the Kosovo War, the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars, and has repeatedly made military exploits on the front line."

Listening to the information coming from the other end of the communication channel, Ian was silent for a while. It was hard to imagine that normal people could withstand such a high-intensity war.

"Although Patrick himself has made many military exploits on the front line and won a lot of medals, he is very low-key in his hometown, so he is very popular, but he usually spends his time overseas."

"After the Justice League was established this year, the White House, in order to cope with the wave of superheroes emerging in the country, transferred a group of generals who fought bravely overseas back to the country. Patrick was one of them and was promoted to lieutenant general."

"Although this military operation was Patrick's own plan, the White House bureaucrats acquiesced in it and gave him the green light."

Ian held his forehead and sighed. This time he was completely deceived by that guy.

Although the Monarch family is not a good thing, as an entity, they have their own interests. Before settling the internal political factions in the United States, they will not provoke formidable opponents like the Justice League.

As for the mysterious General Patrick, that's not necessarily the case.

Ian even suspected that his identity was fake. Although the United States was beginning to decline, at home, no matter how noisy these generals were, it was impossible to form a new government.

Losing at the hands of Ian would be of no benefit to anyone except causing greater conflicts between the Justice League and the government.

"Where is his family?"

Ian suddenly realized that he seemed not to have heard any news about Patrick's family.

The person on the other end of the communication channel immediately replied: "This general is an orphan and has no parents. Although he has many lovers, he does not have a formal wife, let alone descendants, not even an illegitimate child."

"For such an abnormal person, no one doubts his origins?" Ian's head was filled with question marks.

"I can only say that the things they play cost more than you can imagine. As for not marrying a wife and being promiscuous, it is not a stain at all. Moreover, Patrick is overseas all year round. Who would care about such a person? people."

"All right!"

Ian didn't care too much about this matter and asked instead: "Where is he now? I want to see him."

"Washington, I'll send you the specific location right away!"

Washington, D.C., South Industrial Technology Co., Ltd.!

It only took Ian 10 minutes to cross half of the United States, come to the capital of this country, and find this famous defense contracting company.

"South? That's not a good word in America."

Ian fell from the sky under the shocked gazes of passers-by, looked at the company's large billboard, and wrinkled his nose.

He noticed the crowd gathering around him, shook his head, and walked towards the building.

There was no strict inspection at the gate of Southern Company, or the security guard guarding the gate had recognized the famous superhero, but in short, Ian was not blocked.

"Hey, the front desk lady!"

Ian came to the counter, knocked on the table, smiled and asked the girl at the front desk: "I want to see General Patrick Remus, or a man named Iron Hand Sergeant, can you help me ask which floor they are on? ?”

The receptionist was quickly immersed in Ian's sunny smile. Her eyes were shining, she reached out and picked up the phone, and then she was scolded by the boss on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, Mr. Ian, neither of them can see you!"

The girl at the front desk looked at Ian and even felt a little embarrassed.

"It's ok!"

Ian smiled and waved, left the front desk, and walked towards the elevator.

He said to the white-collar workers who were squeezing into the elevator: "Gentlemen and ladies, don't be so anxious. Please give way to me."

Everyone looked back at Ian who was squeezing forward and heard him say: "Today is your lucky day. I'm here to trouble your boss, so you don't have to go to work!"

These sleepy-eyed white-collar workers didn't react at first, until the sound of the elevator door opening woke them up. Only then did these numb people realize that there was a big trouble.

"Get out of here now!"

Ian waved his hand, and the office workers crowded in front of the elevator door turned around and ran away, a few falling down in the process.

If Ian hadn't been there, a few unlucky guys would have been trampled to death here today.

Although it was Ian who told them to get lost.But if a fight breaks out soon, no one will care about their life or death.

Ding!
The elevator door closes and the elevator heads towards the top floor. The structure diagram of such a large company is not a secret.

Ian stood in the elevator, with the sound of wind in his ears. He heard the uniform footsteps echoing on a floor, heard the sound of guns being loaded, and heard the voices of officers commanding soldiers.
That's where his goal is.

Ian looked at the rising numbers on the elevator screen, touched his ears, and took out the golden boomerang.

He touched the edge of the golden boomerang and muttered in a low voice: "Oh, it's better to just use one force. If those soldiers' heads were blown off, the scene would still be quite disgusting."

The numbers on the elevator screen stopped beating, and the two doors opened a gap. Ian smelled the sweat on the soldiers and made a disgusted expression.

call out!
The golden boomerang turned into golden light and flew out from the gap.

The soldier guarding the elevator door was nervously waiting for the battle to begin. His finger was on the trigger, and a drop of sweat fell on his forehead, soaking his mask.

The elevator door opened, and the soldiers in the first row directly pulled the trigger.

Hundreds of bullets left the gun instantly, making a harsh sound in the small space and hitting the elevator door.

But a dazzling golden light lit up, and all the bullets were bounced away by the boomerang. Before the soldiers could react, a big bag appeared on their heads and they lay unconscious on the ground.

Ian walked out of the elevator, and the officers behind him shouted: "Stick to your defenses, brothers. Don't let this devil pass by."

Facing the bullets that were sprayed like water, Ian just yawned and even stretched.

As soon as the bullets got close to his body, they were bounced off by the boomerangs that bounced off the wall, knocking out the soldiers crowded in the corridor.

When the firearms became ineffective, some soldiers, stimulated by the sound of gunfire, took out grenades.

"Wow, now is not the time to use these big guys!"

Ian saw the grenades in the soldiers' hands, flicked his fingers, shot out wind bombs, and threw the grenades out of the window.

Boom!

The grenade exploded in mid-air, and the flames and shock waves attracted everyone's attention.

Ian turned his head and looked. His fists were clenched, and the steel and cement were squeezed inwards, blocking all entrances to the downstairs.

When he was done, all the soldiers were knocked unconscious by the golden boomerang and fell to the ground with their heads full of baggage.

Ian raised his hand to catch the boomerang, put it in his ear, and the boomerang disappeared immediately.

He looked at the corpses around him, thinking of the battle that might break out next, and stamped his right foot on the ground. The solid floor instantly became like a swamp, swallowing up these soldiers and throwing them downstairs.When these soldiers disappeared, Ian stepped forward, looked at the name plate on the office door, and found the Iron Hand Sergeant first.

Click!

He clenched his fist and punched out, directly punching a hole in the steel-reinforced office door, pulling it outward, and tearing the door open from the middle.

"Don't you know that there is a kind of politeness in this world called knocking on the door? Or maybe you superheroes are all barbarians who don't understand politeness."

Sergeant Ironhand sat on the office chair and looked at the door that was torn open from the middle. His face, which still bore the mark of Ian's fist, twitched.

Ian smiled slightly, raised his hand, pointed it at Sergeant Ironhand, and shook it fiercely.

Sergeant Ironhand, who was pretending to be calm, suddenly changed his face. He opened his mouth wide, like a fish out of water, his face turned purple from suffocation, and he grabbed his neck with both hands, trying to say something. , but no sound came out.

"Alas, Ron's psychic ability is more convenient for interrogating others!"

Ian looked at Sergeant Ironhand, who was about to be suffocated to death, and shook his head: "I should learn from him, so I don't have to torture others next time!"

After muttering to himself for a while, he finally let go of his hand.

There was a splash of dirt in Tie's hands, and he knelt down on the ground, breathing heavily in the air, vomiting sour water from his throat, unable to say a word.

"Speak!"

Ian walked up to Sergeant Ironhand and kicked him to the ground.

"If you want me to answer a question, you have to ask the question first!"

Sergeant Ironhand looked at Ian, who was pressing down like a mountain, and quickly raised his hands to beg for mercy.

Although he was not afraid of death, he recalled the suffocating feeling just now and was afraid of the possible torture.

"Don't you know what I'm asking?"

Ian sat down on the table, picked up the photo on it, and saw a group of soldiers, including Sergeant Ironhand and General Patrick in front of him.

Sergeant Ironhand, who was still having difficulty breathing, stood up with difficulty. His head was still a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

"If you want to know the ins and outs of what happened, you should go find Patrick yourself. He is on this floor, instead of bullying me, an ordinary person."

"Are you considered an ordinary person?"

Ian sneered.

"At least I am a loyal and patriotic soldier." Sergeant Ironhand insisted on this.

After Ian glanced at him up and down, he said: "Then you don't love the specific American people!"

"All right."

Ian did not give Sergeant Ironhand a chance to make excuses, and said bluntly: "Of course I will go find Patrick, but before that, I have to figure out the role you played in this matter."

"Starting with that Amazon woman, where did you find her?"

Looking at Ian who was pressing over him, Sergeant Ironhand took two steps back and said quickly: "In order to save my own life, I really want to tell you where that Amazon woman came from. But Patrick is responsible for those. I really He is just a soldier who follows orders."

"Maybe!"

Ian moved his ears, kicked Sergeant Ironhand in the stomach, and kicked him out.

Behind this man, a sonic tunnel appeared. Sergeant Ironhand rolled directly into it and was tied up tightly by the waiting superheroes.

"Ian, do you need help?" Superman and the others spoke to Ian through the sound blast channel.

Ian waved his hand: "No, I can just deal with the troublesome matters. Anyway, I'm not a good person in public opinion."

He repeatedly emphasized that Superman and the others should stay in the Hall of Justice and listen to Batman's orders, and then closed the sonic blast channel.

The next moment, General Patrick in military uniform walked into Sergeant Ironhand's office and stared at Ian for a while.

"Breaking into other people's companies like this, wounding other people's soldiers, and kidnapping my deputy is not the way to be a guest."

General Patrick looked at the messy office, and his expression instantly turned gloomy.

"I'm not here as a guest!"

Ian sat on Sergeant Ironhand's desk with no intention of moving. He crossed his arms and glanced at the man, trying to see through his body.

"Moreover, when did the U.S. military allow a general to own a large company in his private capacity and become a contractor for the Department of Defense?"

"At least no one stood up to object."

General Patrick seemed unconcerned.

"Maybe it's because no one knows that you are the owner of this company, let alone that you planned this Amazon attack."

Ian saw nothing wrong with Patrick, he seemed like a normal person.

"What do you want after racking your brains so much? War? Even if there is a war, you may not be promoted."

Patrick shook his head: "I'm not interested in money or power."

Ian nodded and believed what he said: "So what you want is war itself. This is not like the idea that a normal human being would have. If I guessed correctly, you should be some kind of creature or creature that relies on war to exist. ...God?”

He finally thought of Circe's reminder, and suddenly figured out the identity of the guy in front of him.

"Ares, the Greek God of War. Besides you, a lunatic, who else would target the women on Paradise Island like this?"

The expression on Patrick's face quickly disappeared, as if he was just a person wearing a mask just now, and now his true appearance was revealed.

"Women, those tigresses on Paradise Island can also be considered women?"

At the mention of the Amazons, Patrick or Ares had a look of disgust on his face.

Ian also looked at Ares with disgust and said coldly: "As long as Paradise Island is still under the control of the Olympus gods, the Amazons will always be women."

"Furthermore, do you want to announce this conspiracy to the outside world yourself, or do you want to announce it after I kill you?"

"Young man, don't be too arrogant. I am a god!"

Ares was very angry at Ian's attitude.

Ian looked at the old guy funny and said with a smile: "I even killed Steppenwolf, so killing you, an old guy, doesn't matter. This is the earth, not your fourth dimension. Killing you means nothing to me." , it’s not difficult.”

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