The traveling frog is living a carefree life in the Marvel universe.

Treason? That's just a matter of a word from the big shots. As for the trivial matter of murdering Tony Stark... if you, Tony Stark, aren't you going to deliver the Iron Man suit, can't we find someone else to do it? If... you're willing to manufacture and sell the Iron Man suit yourself now, then it's not impossible for us to kill Obadiah for you right now!

But could Tony go against his principles and sell large quantities of Iron Man armor, causing significant disruption to the world order and greatly increasing the likelihood of World War III?

Obviously impossible!

Then Obama would have a chance to survive, as long as he could produce a finished product and deliver it to the military. At that point, even the bigwigs on Tony's side wouldn't be able to say anything, after all... national interests come first.

No matter how good Tony's relationship with certain people was, it couldn't compare to the shock of seeing a new, revolutionary weapon with performance that could easily surpass the F-22 right in front of people.

It can be said that Iron Man armor can prolong America's hegemony for at least 50 years!

However, Obadiah now faces a huge dilemma—the suit has been built according to the blueprints left by Tony, but there is no suitable energy source to power it.

How to do?

If he can't see the finished product by the due date, he'll probably have to go back to prison to serve his sentence.

Obama's eyes were deep.

It seems I need to resort to some underhanded tactics?

There are successful cases in this world. Just a couple of days ago, he saw on TV that Tony used his Iron Man suit to go to the Comela region of Afghanistan and destroyed an F-22. So, is it possible to find a way to obtain a miniaturized Arc Reactor from Tony?

Although those powerful figures released Obadiah and provided him with a place to stay and cover his tracks, it was only to allow him to focus on building the Iron Man suit, not to let him cause trouble for Tony Stark again. Obadiah's previous actions had already crossed the line. People at their level can fight and scheme against each other, but hiring someone to kill and then getting caught is unacceptable; he should just accept his punishment! Tony himself is at the very top of this nation's hierarchy, and not someone anyone can easily bully!

But now Obama realizes that he can't build the Iron Man suit and will be abandoned anyway, so why not take a gamble and snatch the Arc Reactor from Tony? With a finished Iron Man suit in hand, where can't he make a name for himself?

Even if she escapes to Xiong Jiang's place, she'll still live a very carefree life.

……

The sun sets in the west, and the moon rises in the east.

The hazy full moon peeked out from the gossamer-thin clouds, casting its silvery glow upon the earth.

Bai Ye and Rachel were already fast asleep.

Of course, at this time, one sleeps on plain food.

They had already tasted meat before.

Bai Ye also fell asleep.

But suddenly, Bai Ye felt a pang of anxiety and woke up from her dream.

"what happened?"

A jade-like arm embraced Bai Ye, and Rachel's murmurs reached her ear.

"It's nothing, you can go back to sleep."

Bai Ye smiled and kissed the beautiful young woman Olivia on the cheek.

He got off the boat.

Because something felt off...

Meanwhile, in the basement filled with toys belonging to the little boy Rory.

The eyes of the Ironblood Mask flickered red incessantly in the darkness...

……

New York, U.S. Veterans Affairs.

“You once said this—I fell from my mother’s self-castration, I hit the floor, and I began to crawl across enemy territory toward my grave…”

A psychologist spoke gently to the man sitting opposite him.

The man didn't answer, but instead shifted his body and looked at the things binding him:

"What's a lie detector used for? I thought it was just a routine psychological assessment?"

The psychologist said:

"We need to know if you pose a danger."

"I'm a sniper!" the man said with a laugh. "Isn't posing a threat my job? It's because people like me exist that you can sit comfortably in your office, counting money until your hands cramp."

Sniper Quinn McKennie, Rachel's ex-husband and the father of the genius boy Rory, is an ace sniper in the military, who has received the Medal of Honor for Outstanding Service and the Silver Star.

However, when his squad was on a mission in the South American jungle, they engaged in a fierce battle with alien Predators, and he was the only one who survived.

Then, they were sent here for psychological evaluation.

The therapist couldn't continue the conversation, so they changed the subject:

"Do you spend most of your time on missions around the world, away from your wife and son?"

“It’s his ex-wife and son,” McKinney emphasized, then sighed and went straight to the point: “Listen, I understand, something fell into the South American jungle, and they don’t want any witnesses…”

"What!?"

"You're not here to check if I'm crazy or not, you just want me to shut up, right?"

"Do you feel you were forced into it?"

"That's so obvious!"

McKinney pointed to the lie detector on his body:

"I can say with absolute certainty that I am not crazy."

The psychologist, however, remained unconvinced and continued, "Do you sometimes feel like you don't belong on this planet, Captain?"

"Huh?" McKinney was completely bewildered. "Do I look like an alien?"

He felt he was really fed up with chatting with these psychologists who were rambling on and on about nothing!

The psychiatrist was chatting with McKinney, while someone standing behind a one-way mirror outside was making judgments about him.

“He saw it.”

"Yes."

After some questioning, McKinney was handcuffed and escorted out by two soldiers.

"If you push me again, I'll break your neck!"

The soldier glanced at him, while McKinney wore an arrogant expression.

He did not respond.

They arrived at a bus, and after the soldier handed McKinney over, McKinney was put on the bus.

McKinney, handcuffed, walked onto the bus and looked at his fellow passengers, who were all rather unattractive.

He chewed his gum and casually found a seat to sit down.

A man sitting on the other side of the aisle kept muttering to himself and occasionally twitched his lips.

"Is he alright?"

McKinney said.

The two mixed-race men sitting in front of McKinney said:

"It's okay, don't worry about him. He has Tourette syndrome and can't control it."

The man who was convulsing was named Bacchus:

"Fuck you, Anzhui!"

"You'll have to get used to it, buddy!"

The white man sitting behind McKinney was patted on the shoulder by Nettles.

"Welcome to the second regiment."

"In the seat in front of McKinney, a black man named Williams, wearing a black beanie, said to him."

McKinney: "What do you mean? Like a small squad?"

Williams: "No team, second team, team therapy, second ward of the mental hospital."

McKinney finally felt like he had met a normal person.

"Let me introduce you, McKinney."

He extended his hand.

"Nebraska Williams".

McKinney: "Where are you serving?"

Williams: "In 2003, Operation Enduring Freedom in Afghanistan went for the Taliban and left for Dupin."

"Anzhui was injured in a friendly fire incident, and now he's in charge of telling jokes."

"Lynch was commended for blowing up half a mountain in Mosul."

“Nettles, who has flown three times as a helicopter pilot, is a lovely bible.”

“Bacchus is a military doctor, but now he’s the one who’s sick.”

McKinney felt that these cyclists were all a bit off their minds, but they all seemed to have a special skill.

"How did you end up in this lousy place?"

He asked Williams, who looked the most like a normal person.

Williams: "The commander was shot."

McKinney: "Is there a specific reason?"

Williams: "He's an asshole!"

Well, there wasn't a single normal person on the entire bus.

Actually this is normal.

Because war and disaster are inseparable, even though the United States has almost always won overwhelming victories, many soldiers are still tormented by post-traumatic stress disorder (PDST). For example, 6 veterans who returned from the Vietnam War died by suicide, and the war has also caused many other problems such as illness, addiction, crime, and family breakdown.

"And why did you come in?"

Williams asked McKinney curiously.

McKinney opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.