As we all know, Captain America Steve has a shield with super defensive power in his hand, which is fully sponsored by his good friend Howard Stark and the material used is vibranium.

Vibranium, also known as sound-absorbing steel, is the strongest metal in the Marvel Universe. Its special molecular structure makes it almost indestructible. Because the molecules are relatively static, it hardly conducts heat and kinetic energy. This property allows it to absorb heat, energy and kinetic energy. It can be said that Steve, as a superhero with no special abilities, has achieved countless great feats thanks to his vibranium shield.

Tonight, the shield that had followed Steve to great lengths once again helped him a lot.

Bang————

Steve jumped from the basement into the lab, holding the shield in his left hand as he landed, his whole body nestled inside the shield. After a loud bang, he landed safely, even his hair was not messed up.

Duke, who was concentrating on his work, was startled. He dropped the tweezers in his hand, motioned the clones to continue working, and walked to Steve. He felt a little dissatisfied, not with Steve, but with himself. His carefully designed bad taste was of no use at all, which was very disappointing.

Duke thought about it and looked at Steve's left hand. He thought that it was indeed the left hand of the magic god who had been single for 90 years, and it was not inferior to the Qilin arm.

Dottie: “…”

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Although the golden-red exterior paint is quite eye-catching, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this guy is a positive character.

"Stop! I know everything you said. Are you jumping down just for this?" Duke looked helpless. It was just Tony Stark killing monsters, not the Chitauri opening a wormhole over New York. Was it necessary to specifically disturb his experiment?

"What else can I see? Superheroes and super villains!" Duke vaguely remembered that the gray mecha was called Iron Monger, and the old bald guy driving it was... who was it? It didn't matter. What mattered was that this old man was a good friend of Stark's biological father, who had assisted him since he was a child. According to seniority, Stark had to call him "Angk".

The intrigues in the entertainment industry are endless and confusing, so Duke won't comment too much. But the old bald guy is obviously old, neither a 15-year-old high school student nor a protagonist, but he dares to drive a mecha. He is really an old man who wants to hang himself - he thinks his life is too long!

From the live broadcast, it can be seen that this is a battle between justice and evil. The huge gray mecha is obviously not a good guy who cares about human life. He is firing at full power and does not care about casualties at all. He even uses innocent people as shields when he is in a weak position. Another smaller mecha is more moral. He has never used hot weapons. He will kindly help someone in danger. Because of this, he fell into a disadvantage and was suppressed.

What? You ask why he holds the shield with his left hand? Come on, the captain can use a computer now, so of course his right hand is used to hold the mouse!

"Be gentle." Carter understood what Dottie meant by 'borrowing', but the situation was urgent and she had no choice but to do so.

Steve's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say much and turned his attention to the live TV. Duke didn't pay any attention to Lala and looked at the TV right away.

The cold wind blew, and a negative emotion called despair filled the hearts of the three people.

"Ms. Carter, my bumper is worth at least $200. I will deduct the repair fee from your salary." Duke walked to the door with a coffee cup.

"Oh, I remember now. According to seniority, Mr. Stark is still your nephew." Duke suddenly realized, and seeing the worried faces of the two, he comforted them: "Don't worry, the iron suit invented by your eldest nephew is very powerful. The big guy is no match for him. Just watch the show with peace of mind."

"Oh my God! He's almost beaten to death!" Ms. Carter held her head in her hands, unable to believe that she had just believed Duke's lies.

The helicopter live broadcast was a bit shaky, and with the rumbling sound of the propeller, the audio-visual effect was extremely poor. But the American audience watching the live broadcast did not care about this flaw, because the content of the live broadcast was too exciting.

"Dr. Duke, you'd better go up and take a look. There's a live battle on TV. Two tin men are fighting on the streets of New York. It's like a science fiction movie..." Steve babbled, gesticulating with his hands.

By the way, the captain majored in American history at night college, specializing in the history of World War II. He graduated with full marks and the night college teacher praised him as a genius.

Duke put one hand on his chin and said after a while, "Which TV station's live helicopter is this? They are not afraid of being hit by stray bullets. The TV station boss should give them a raise. They are so dedicated that they are willing to risk their lives for first-hand news."

Carter rushed out the door first, followed by Steve with a shield, and then Dottie, who was holding her head. The three rushed out of the house and saw Duke's second-hand Ford. They were immediately disappointed, especially Carter. She felt abandoned by the world.

Steve: “…”

"The process is not important, what is important is the ending. Even though it's a bit bumpy, you have to believe in your nephew, he will win." Duke drank his coffee leisurely. Would a time traveler say anything nonsense if he knew the ending?

"Of course, why would I lie to you?"

"This battle is a family drama disguised as a science fiction drama. The one at a disadvantage is Tony Stark from Stark Industries, and the other is... an old bald guy, his uncle." Duke searched around but couldn't find any popcorn, so he had no choice but to pour himself a cup of coffee and sit in front of the TV to watch the live broadcast.

"Doctor Duke, what do you think?" Steve's face was solemn. After the serum transformation, he could barely be considered a superman, but a superman like him had not yet left his mortal body. If he didn't have a shield in his hand, he would have no confidence at all. Apart from anything else, any mecha could kill him with a kite.

"Yeah?"

Carter: “…”

"What, the silly one is Tony?" Carter was shocked and almost jumped up. She just asked casually, but Duke answered seriously, and this answer was far beyond her expectations.

"No, I have to go save him." Carter looked again. Stark on TV was like a salted fish. He had almost no chance to fight back. He could only rely on some clever tricks to avoid being knocked down.

"I bet five cents that the sexy one wins!" Duke patted his chest, full of confidence.

"Well, since you're here, I'll go up and take a look. We've made a breakthrough in the experiment these two days, so let's take a break." Duke pulled Steve and flew out of the laboratory, and the two came to the clinic on the first floor.

"What, you know?" Steve asked in surprise. Is there also a TV in the underground laboratory?

Steve choked and took a long time to recover: "Doctor Duke, I'm not asking about this, but about those two tin men. What do you think?"

In ancient China, the old bald man was a minister entrusted with the care of the young prince, a tutor to the crown prince, and the like. In the five thousand years of history, many amazing people have emerged from this type of role, such as Duke Zhuge of Zhou, Sima Changsun, and...Aobai.

"Howard's son?" Steve was as surprised as Carter. The captain, who successfully graduated from night college and got a diploma from a third-rate university, is now a person with quite a bit of common sense and naturally knows Tony Stark's identity.

"My clone is on the first floor. Next time you have something, just ask him to tell me. No need to make a special trip." Duke scratched his head. His clone had already sent back the information after seeing the live broadcast on TV, but Steve was fast and jumped down before the clone disintegrated.

"I'll go borrow a car," Dottie said quickly.

Old York's private dentistry clinic does not provide 24-hour service, so this time is off-duty. Carter and Dottie did not go out for a walk tonight. The two women sat on the sofa, staring at the TV intently. Ms. Carter was like a professional soldier. When she sat, she also straightened her back and upper body, and her hands were naturally placed on her legs. Dottie was much worse. This woman was obsessed with taking advantage of Carter. She put her head on Carter's shoulder and rubbed it.

Before Duke finished speaking, Stark was pressed to the ground by Iron Overlord and rubbed back and forth. After a series of sparks flew, he was kicked away by a big kick, estimated to be at least 100 meters away. The tenacious Stark flew back, and was hit by an anti-tank missile in mid-air, and fell into the concrete with a bang.

"Bullshit! A bicycle is faster than this broken car. By the time we get to the battlefield, Tony will have been broken into several pieces." Ms. Carter raised her foot angrily and kicked the hood of the second-hand Ford, and then... the front bumper fell to the ground.

Two humanoid mechas, one large and one small, fought on the highway around the city, with machine guns firing and missiles flying from time to time. They had great strength, quick reaction speed, strong defense, and thermal weapons with amazing destructive power. The worst thing was that they could fly. In their hands, a one- or two-ton car was like a toy model, thrown away by the aftermath of the battle.

Doti, with a dazed look on her face, was thrown to the ground unexpectedly. Her head hit the coffee table, leaving a red mark. She rolled on the ground, covering her head, but no one paid any attention to her.

Unfortunately, his stakes were too small, and no one was interested in betting with him. "Who are these two tin men?" Carter asked casually, nudging Dottie who was leaning against him.

"Don't be impulsive. I have a better means of transportation." Duke stepped on the carpet at the gate. "There is a huge traffic jam now. It's too late to drive over. Besides, the Iron Man armor can fly. Four wheels can't catch up with them."

"Do you have any good ideas? Can you fly us there?" Carter rolled his eyes and complained, "You haven't been out for almost three months. I don't even know if you know the traffic lights in New York."

"For a magician, traffic lights are not important." Duke smiled, and magic power poured into the carpet under his feet. Under the surprised gazes of the three people, the carpet seemed to come alive and carried him into the air.

Thanks to the book friend '慕容√慕容″' for the reward!

(End of this chapter)