Marvel starts with Drive as a Knight

"Is this a family reunion plan, sir?"

"Yes, what else could it be besides this?"

"The family reunion is ready."

In Stark's private villa, in the underground laboratory.

The intelligent program was affected by Jarvis's new height, and familiar cracks appeared in the floor. Then the entire floor slowly unfolded, revealing a black abyss.

Suddenly, blue and white lights lit up, and stored in the abyss were Stark's different types of battle suits.

Ever since the Battle of New York, Stark has been tormented by post-war anxiety every day. Apart from passionate fights with Ivan Vanko, his only way to vent is to study the armor with different signals, which can make him feel a little more at ease. For him at this time, nothing can bring him a greater sense of security than these sets of sturdy armor.

At this moment, the family reunion plan was launched and all the armors were activated.

Under Jarvis' control, the ceiling slowly unfolded, the core started, and all the armors soared into the sky, rushing towards Stark's direction.

...

The Roxxon Company's Locke, a giant crude oil tanker, now becomes Killian's temporary base.

The Iron Patriot stopped on the deck and slowly walked into the cabin.

Looking at the returning Iron Patriot, Killian showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Good evening sir."

The armor opened and a person fell out from inside the armor.

The person wrapped in the armor is the kidnapped President of the United States.

"Haha, welcome aboard, Mr. President. It's an honor for me to have you here."

Killian had his men control the president and took him around to visit, talking as he went.

"My dear Mr. President, how do you feel? Do you still recognize where this place is?"

Killian's men forced the president to stop in front of a screen, through which the entire image of the ship appeared in front of the president.

"This is the Roxenrock."

"Wow, you do remember it. Yes, you definitely remember it. After all, it dumped a million gallons of crude oil into Pensacola, and the entire sea surface turned black. But thanks to you, no rich man was brought to justice. Only some insignificant people and scapegoats were arrested."

"Did I do all this?"

The president's eyes changed slightly, and he said again.

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

However, Killian showed an innocent expression.

"Oh my god, you're asking me what I want to do?"

Killian laughed.

"It's nothing, sir. I just wanted to find an excuse to publicly judge you on TV. People always have to look forward. I found a new political backer. Can you guess who he is? That's right, it's your dear deputy, Mr. Vice President.

This time tomorrow, he will be sitting in your place, taking over your position, and I will be ushering in a brand new life."

After laughing, he waved his hand.

"All right, tie him up and take him to the execution ground."

As night fell, Stark and Rhodes tiptoed aboard the Roxxon Locke.

On the ship, searchlights were scanning back and forth, and guards were patrolling everywhere.

Two people quietly hid behind a container.

Rhodes secretly stuck his head out and looked at the situation in the gaps between the searchlights.

Then he saw an unforgettable scene. His Mr. President was knocked into his battle suit and hung in the air. At the feet of the Mr. President were boxes of crude oil.

“Oh, my god!”

Stark, who was staring at the back vigilantly, asked puzzledly.

"What happened?"

"They dropped the president on an oil drum and tried to set him on fire."

"It sounds so much like a pirate funeral, a public execution."

"Indeed, that's right."

Stark asked as he glanced outside.

"Okay, what are your plans next?"

"We need to get the president out."

"I know, so I asked you what your plan is?"

Stark looked at Rod's troubled face and knew that there was probably no good solution at this moment.

Just then, the broadcast sounded on the freighter.

"The live broadcast is about to begin, everyone take your positions. Repeat, the live broadcast is about to begin, everyone take your positions."

Hearing this broadcast, Stark raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, it's a real public execution, and it's live."

Chapter 433: Family Reunion Plan, The Arrival of the Iron Army

When Rhodes heard that the live broadcast was about to begin, he couldn't sit still and prepared to take action immediately.

The two of them moved forward, blocking the blind spot of the guards. Their plan was to rush to the president, save him, and then Rhodes would put on his battle clothes and run away with the two of them.

The plan was great, but the execution was not so great.

Rhodes walked in front, holding guns in both hands, staring ahead vigilantly.

Stark followed behind Rhodes. Stark, who was always used to wearing armor, was obviously not used to it.

Sensing Stark who seemed a little uncomfortable behind him, Rhodes asked.

"Is the gun loaded?"

"Of course, what do you need me to do?"

Rod commanded.

"You are responsible for keeping an eye on the six o'clock position behind you. Be careful to stay above the opponent to prevent sneak attacks."

Stark quickly turned around and pointed the gun behind him.

"Six o'clock, high up, to prevent sneak attacks. OK, I got it."

As soon as he finished speaking, before he took two steps, the searchlight shone over him.

"Bang, bang!" Two gunshots were heard, and the bullets hit the container between the two men.

Rhodes immediately turned around and fired back. After temporarily restraining the opponent with two shots, he immediately pulled Stark to hide behind the container.

"How do you watch your back?"

"I did exactly what you said, and his position is obviously not at the six o'clock position."

Another series of gunshots interrupted their conversation.

Rhodes leaned out again to fight back, but the environment was too dim and the light was still coming from the opposite direction.

Seeing this, Stark stood up and fired two shots.

Then he shot out the searchlight next to the man.

Before the second round of gunfire came, he quickly squatted down.

"How was it? Did you see my marksmanship?"

"Yeah, that's great shooting, you shot down a lamp."

Stark said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, my target is the light, so they can't find us. Besides, you can't hit us from such a long distance."

Rhodes didn't say anything, but stood up, raised his hand and fired a shot, destroying a searchlight farther away.

"uh-huh?"

After he was done, he raised an eyebrow at Stark.

"Tsk, it's already this late and you're still thinking about such a boring competition. Do you know how dangerous we are now?"

"You were the one who started provoking me."

"Okay stop talking, we need a plan now."

More and more guards were heading towards them. Fortunately, their position was relatively good, so at least they would not be attacked from both sides.

"I have a plan, now I will do some reconnaissance."

Stark stood up suddenly, took a glance, and then squatted down immediately.

"How is it? Did you see anything?"

Stark touched his mustache awkwardly.

"It was too fast just now, I didn't see it clearly, it's okay, I'll take a look."

"My God, if you are like this in the training camp, you will probably be scolded to death by the instructor."

"Tsk, do you think I'll join the army?"

After saying that, Stark stood up again and looked across.

A row of desperate warriors with orange light on their bodies rushed towards them.

After reading it, I squatted down quickly.

"How is it, how many people are there?"

Stark said hesitantly.

"About one, two, three, four, five, six, or seven."

"How many are there?! Forget it, I'll come and see for myself."

Rhodes stood up as he spoke, and then he saw more than twenty desperate warriors rushing over from a distance.

Looking at those desperate warriors with orange light all over their bodies, Rhodes said with some discomfort.

"Oh my god, I miss my suit so much now. I think I need support, a lot of support."

Stark nodded seriously.

"Yes, we need the suits and support, so you see."

"What are you looking at?"

Stark unzipped his jacket, revealing the belt around his waist.

"Your suit isn't...!"

Rhodes' eyes were full of disbelief.

“That’s technology.”

Stark grinned and reached up to press down his belt.

Jarvis' mechanized sound effects sounded.

"Stark! Authorise!"

Stark just took a stance and let out a low growl.

“Hen Shin!”

"Perfect Rise!"

A layer of light emerged above Stark's body, forming an illusory battle suit. Then the illusory battle suit gradually materialized, and finally condensed into a complete battle suit.

"Wealth and wisdom meet, the red armor appears, and the genius knight appears here."

Stark waved his hands accompanied by the sexy BGM.