At the zenith of the moon, a lean black man suddenly appeared in the middle of the booth, shouting with a loud voice like a radio:

"Good evening to all companions, comrades-in-arms, as well as to the preparatory companions who have not joined us but are eager to join us!

I'm Mike Peterson, let me make the opening remarks today!"

Mike told his story in a measured voice.

He retired after losing his leg on the battlefield... His wife died of illness... He owed a large amount of debt to treat his wife's illness, went bankrupt and wandered... The tragic experience earned him enough tears.

After that, he invited several people from different backgrounds to come on stage to tell their own tragic stories. The main line was to criticize capitalists and criticize the authorities.

After stimulating the empathy of most people, Mike roared angrily:

"It was America who failed us, it was those capitalists who deceived and squeezed out the last drop of our blood!

They exploit our value, then lend us money and saddle us with debt;

They use finance, vote-buying and other means to control states and Congress, so that this country no longer belongs to Americans but to a few wealthy people;

They drive up housing prices and burden us with long-term debt for decades, leaving us in a state of long-term anxiety and afraid to resist...

Now, we have to say no to them!

Today, we have completed a glorious evolution and will no longer be fooled by the sugar-coated bullets of the capitalists or intimidated by their debt-based livelihood!

We are the masters of this country!"

"Hooooh!" "Long live!"

The overwhelming tremors made Martin a little deaf.

"Everyone, let's invite our leader, great man, leader, our great and benevolent head of state, God's chosen one, Lord Ivan!"

Ivan thrust out his sixty centimeter energy cannon and dropped from the sky, causing cheers like waves.

"Everyone, me, us!"

Ivan waved his hand domineeringly, and the entire audience fell silent.

Maybe it’s because the fifth sequence of the Mechanical Head of State is a bit mysterious like a ‘head of state’, Ivan feels that his speech level has improved significantly in just ten days.

Now he speaks impassionedly and directly into people's hearts, which is especially effective for this group of robots:

"We fall, break, fall into the abyss!

The capital group headed by Stark thinks that this way they can eat our flesh and drink our blood with peace of mind.

But we are promoted by the mechanical way and sublimated by Megatron's divine gift!

Now, it’s time to take revenge on them. Gentlemen, I like war, and only war can make those who think they are superior fall into the dirt!

Robots are fearless!"

Damn it, these people are going to rebel!

Ivan's impassioned speech continued on the stage, and Martin was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat and his heart beat faster.

While everyone was listening to the speech on stage attentively, Martin quietly wanted to run away.

But as soon as his butt left the seat, he was surrounded by a group of people with red eyes. These red-eyed people fired a large number of electric shock devices from their hands, subduing Martin in just an instant.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, what echoed in Martin's mind was Ivan's heartfelt speech:

"Tomorrow, at the Stark Expo, let the world see our power!"

......

On the second floor of Jessica's small building, although Stark has forgiven Li Hao's debt, he still plans to stay here for another month or two because he has no money.

After watching Ivan’s domineering and revealing speech from God’s perspective, Li Hao is looking forward to tomorrow’s expo.

Moreover, it can be said that it was just a small fuss before and did not attract attention.

But this time thousands of cyborgs who accepted the power of their own dimension were created, but the New York Temple and the Ancient One still had no reaction.

This relieved Li Hao's anxiety. No matter what Gu Yi's thoughts and purposes were, he should not be expelled from the earth.

Now I can have a peaceful sleep.

89th floor of Stark Tower.

Tony, who had just taken a cold shower, was shaving in front of the mirror and shaking his hair from time to time.

"Jarvis, has the anti-Ivan armor been assembled?"

"Yes, sir. The task was completed thirteen minutes ago and is being painted. There are still 4 hours and 20 minutes left to assemble and paint the Mark 7. You can complete it before you wake up tomorrow."

Tony nodded with satisfaction and walked towards his 190-square-meter bed.

With the Anti-Ivan Armor, if you meet that Ivan Vanke again, you will definitely beat him up and get back to where you were before!

With great confidence in his first set of anti-someone armor, Tony fell into a sweet dream.

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Chapter completed!