The Winter Soldier, who escaped for no reason and appeared on his own accord, was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, causing the entire S.H.E.L.D. to explode. Even the military heard the news and wanted to get involved.

The anxious Frey walked into the independent interrogation room where the Winter Soldier was temporarily detained.

The man behind the one-sided glass has been silent since he came in, and his forest green eyes were like a vigilant wolf, examining every individual who approached him.

Colsen, who personally locked him in, sat opposite him.

"Mr. Barnes, you asked to see me."

Bucky looked at him seriously for a long time, confirming that he was the agent who had appeared in Tony's house, and matched it with the list of people he could trust from Fléty before he spoke. "I am Barnes James, a UA soldier, a Winter Soldier of the Hydra organization, and I ask for a public trial."

He glanced at the camera and fell silent again.

Colsen left the interrogation room and saw Frey waiting outside. "Director." He nodded and approached the other party.

A note was transferred from Colsen's hand to Frey's.

— — Hydra

is

in

Shield.

"Let Barton come back. Where is Natasha? Let her personally lead the team to transfer Barnes."

Frey whispered, "Let Natasha talk to him. I want to make sure that every word out of his mouth is true."

Unlike Bucky, who overturned half of S.H.E.L.D. with a single sentence, Tony was very well-behaved at home, burying his head in his Iron Man Armor.

On Jarvis's task list, the multi-purpose armor that he planned to develop had been listed as No. 27. Tony was like a squirrel in the winter, desperately accumulating pine nuts in the cave, immersed in his work without sleep or rest, and ignoring everything in the outside world.

"Sir, you have not rested for more than 27 hours. The painting of Mark 7 will be completed in 5 hours. It is recommended that you take a break during this time."

"J, let's study the laser of Mark 6 again." Tony turned a deaf ear to Mr. AI's suggestion.

"Sir …" Jarvis, who did not have a physical body, reluctantly stopped persuading and searched the room for Fléty. At this time, it was particularly important to have a physical body, at least in front of Sir, his sense of presence would be stronger.

The next moment, the AI girl walked into the studio and turned on the TV on the wall.

"Hey, Fléty."

Tony, who was interrupted by the voice, shouted in dissatisfaction, and then his attention was diverted by the news on TV.

"Hammer Industrial Conference?" Tony put down the modified drill in his hand.

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

"It's a group of idiots who want to replace you."

Fléty added objectively, "Colonel Roddy will attend as a military representative, Miss Pepper and Miss Romanov will also be invited as representatives of Stark Industries."

"What are you going to do?

Watching a group of clowns? "Tony looked at the row of iron-gray steel armor on the TV screen and rolled his eyes.

Finally, he had a bit of life left in him.

Jarvis and Fléty looked at each other and decided to generously let Hammer Industries stay on Stark's TV for a while.

"Sir, an unknown caller."

"Which reporter is this? Bring him in." Tony picked up the black tea that Fléty put on the table and treated it as an intermission.

The next second, English with a strange accent sounded in the studio.

"Hello, Tony, thank you for your good suggestion."

"What?"

"You let me double the speed, now it can indeed provide more energy."

The hoarse voice belonged to the strange electric whip man who had been forgotten by him, the Russian Ivan Vanke.

"The tracking program has been activated." Fléty said very softly.

"I will rewrite the history of the Stark family today. I hope you will be prepared."

He hung up the phone.

"Boss, East Coast of the UA, Hammer Industries Conference Venue."

“Son

of

a

bitch！”

In the process of assembling the Mark 6, Tony also looked back. On the television, Hammer was introducing his navy, army, and air force, as well as the Iron Soldiers of the Marine Corps.

It was an indescribable aesthetic and design.

"Please go to the venue as soon as possible."

Fléty also felt that his aesthetic was exposed. He looked away and said, "The Iron Soldiers use an independent system program that cannot be remotely rewritten."

The helmet closed with a snap. "Let the real Iron Man teach them a lesson."

The golden-red armor rushed into the sky in the fire and soon appeared on the screen.

Jarvis and Fléty worked at the same time. One assisted Tony in the battle, and the other hacked into all of Hammer's databases and quickly found the source of the signal.

She made a phone call. "Agent Romanov, Ivan Vanke is on the second basement floor of the Hammer Industries Headquarters Building, the third office on the left."

"Roger, sweetheart." The sound of a body hitting the floor was very obvious in the headset.

Fléty calmly hung up the phone.

"Sweetheart?" Jarvis, who was multitasking, asked.

"It's Miss Romanov's way of expressing goodwill." Fléty looked upright.

"You like her."

Jarvis, who was also an AI like Fléty, could see that when Natasha said "sweetheart," Fléty's data stream fluctuated slightly.

"Her red hair is very beautiful. I like red."

Fléty sat down on the sofa, holding the tablet and controlling the public camera to track the traces of Mark 6.

The process of the battle started inexplicably and ended as quickly as lightning. Natasha restarted the controlled war machine armor, and then Roddy and Tony attacked all the Iron Soldiers together. Fléty didn't even have time to make supper before the Iron Soldiers all blew themselves up.

"Fléty?" Jarvis poked at his sister.

“？”

"Sir's helmet was damaged in the explosion. I could only monitor that he and Miss Pepper flew to a roof, and then I lost the sensor.

Can you control the public surveillance to confirm their safety? "

Freddy placed the freshly baked doughnuts on the tray and searched for Huo Shaoheng's name using portrait matching.

"Brother, Boss and Miss Pepper are together. They are very safe.

They probably won't come back tonight. Can I eat the donuts by myself? "

Fléty hacked the camera that captured Iron Man kissing and began to prepare to stay up all night to finish the job.

Who asked her to have a boss who was a fan of smashing and robbing?

"As long as you don't mind your weight, Fléty."

The AI girl looked at her thin arms and legs and said nonchalantly, "I'm just data. I don't need to pay attention to my weight."

The AI butler and Miss AI sat in the small living room happily. Fléty had a cup of warm black tea in front of him, and Jarvis had a similar cup projected in front of him.

"Big Brother, have you designed your human form?"

"Sir gave me full authority for the modeling work. I'm still thinking about which hair color to use."

"You already look very good now." Fléty praised sincerely. "Boss likes it very much, and so do I."

"Thank you for your praise, Fléty.

What are you doing? "Jarvis looked at Fléty's fingers flying across the tablet.

"I sometimes assist Miss Pepper in the daily management of Stark Industries. This is the post-disaster compensation plan and the official letter to the legal department. I plan to send it to Miss Pepper tomorrow.

This is all Hammer Industries' fault. No matter how rich Stark is, we will never take the blame. "

"Brother, what about you?" Fléty was multitasking.

"Antivirus, program self-check, Mark 7 painting and Mark 8 preparation. Maybe you can share the code of your emotional system with me, and I can level up."

"Of course, brother."

The brother and sister exchanged resources in a friendly manner. They even exchanged Tony's bathroom Latin video and multi-angle photos with no blind spots. Then, they happily encrypted these video images and locked them into the deepest part of the source code.