Chapter 117: Expo? No, this is a monster nest!

Following the flow of people just entering the E District, Yifan noticed a gathering place for crowds.

Magic show?

Yifan looked at the introduction on the booth and felt a bit confused. Isn't this a technology expo? What does it have to do with magic? Could it be a magic show simulated by projection technology?

Thinking of this, Yifan became a bit interested. His binocular focal length was fine-tuned, locking onto the stage.

*Whoosh~* A ball of fire swept across the stage, and a man wearing a tuxedo, a top hat, and a monocle on his face walked out of the flames elegantly.

Instantly, the crowd below let out a series of exclamations. This magic show was much more thrilling and exciting than many water tank escapes!

Yifan didn't want to speak. The thermal sensor clearly detected the temperature of the flames. That wasn't any simulated picture; the temperature of the core flames was higher than that of common flames!

Let alone walking out of it, even if you stayed beside it for a while, your clothes might be scorched by the high temperature.

This person was absolutely not a magician!

*Someone come! Someone is using the name of a magic show to openly perform magic here! *

Yifan took two steps back and walked toward the passage on the other side. Magic was a field he didn't understand at all. He was afraid that if he got too close, and his non-human identity was seen through, it would be very troublesome.

After walking a few more steps forward, passing the military's booth, Yifan saw an extremely burly man.

The protrusion of his back muscles was larger than the beer belly of a middle-aged man in his thirties. Yifan could be sure that if his hands couldn't stretch and shorten autonomously, he definitely couldn't scratch the itch on his back.

The work badge had this person's name: Emil Blonsky.

Through searching the database, Yifan confirmed that this person was a subordinate of the Iron-Blooded General Ross. However, in the photos of Emil in the database, he was just an ordinary special soldier. Now he didn't know what he had done to become like this.

Beside Emil, several gamma-ray machines were placed, and there was even a reverse gamma-ray machine and a gene restoration machine.

Yifan's eyes emitted some kind of invisible light for detection, penetrating that gene restoration machine, but only saw a huge void.

This so-called restoration machine was a scam. Inside, except for a simple circuit board that could emit a faint micro-light, it couldn't do anything.

Perhaps it was because Yifan stayed for a bit too long, Emil walked over, constantly observing Yifan's appearance during the period, seemingly comparing him with some people.

"Sir?! May I ask what's the matter?" Emil stood in front of Yifan, like a small mountain. The knotted muscles were even more exaggerated after getting closer.

"No, I'm just curious. Don't you have a conflict with Tony Stark? Why can you still be here?" Yifan casually found a topic, asking what he already knew.

Emil didn't reply. The military that had a conflict with Tony Stark was another faction that loved all kinds of technological weapons, such as armor.

And they were biased toward biological weapons, such as the Super Soldier Serum from the past, and the Hulk that was accidentally manufactured.

"Hello, can I touch your muscles? Also, do you plan to participate in the Mr. Olympia?" Yifan continued.

Emil wanted to turn and leave, but he thought of General Ross's instructions. This time, in order to lure Bruce Banner into the hook, they had to change their original attitude and show a kind of kindness and approachability, letting Bruce Banner put down his overly high vigilance and approach this side.

"I won't participate in bodybuilding competitions. I train to protect all the people and maintain world peace, not to show off myself." Emil said righteously and sternly, attracting many people to come over. "If you want to touch it, you can."

"Thank you, thank you." Yifan wiped on Emil's arm, and the hardness, elasticity, and texture of the muscles were all recorded.

This was absolutely not naturally produced muscle!

Yifan could be sure, and the technology Emil used was not on the same level as those needles hit by bodybuilding competition athletes.

The hardness of these muscles was still in an un-congested state. If they became hard again, directly resisting some small-caliber bullets should be no problem.

Reasoning from others to himself, Yifan estimated that the magician just now and this muscle monster might be members of the initial player group of the emotion network.

But it was also normal. The name of the Stark Expo was too big. At that time, the number of people participating in the Freddy battle was hundreds of thousands. It was reasonable for a part of the people to gather in the park.

But, if this was the case, the plan must be adjusted.

Yifan's initial plan was to wait for Tony Stark to publicly participate in an activity, directly launch a surprise attack, press him to the ground and beat him up. He didn't have to kill him, but at least he had to dismantle that set of trash armor.

After scouting the site, Yifan felt that the feasibility of this plan was not high.

It was possible that just as he rushed out, a little "licker" like Spider-Man, or some other hero would pop out.

The scene would directly change from a righteous backstab to a righteous gang fight, and the protagonist would even be swapped. In this situation, who could hold it?

If by any chance the player ranked first on the contribution list was there, and by another chance, if he transformed into a Giant of Light, Yifan estimated that he would be stepped flat with one foot.

*Achoo! *

In the park, Cobb, who was resting, sneezed. His nose was suddenly a bit itchy, as if he had been mentioned by someone.

Yifan continued to move forward and came to the large exhibition area of Hammer Industries.

Many mechanical soldiers that looked very cool but were actually useless were placed here, and there were very few tourists nearby.

After all, Justin Hammer's bottom line had been stripped off by Tony Stark at the hearing, and people also knew that these soldiers were just for show.

Sitting on them, let alone experiencing the fun of driving a mecha, if you could not be killed by your own machine gun misfire, that would be considered a success.

Actually, if this were a certain S-site, the number of people watching nearby would probably be quite a few. Even paper-shell mechas had people watching, let alone iron ones.

However, this was an Expo. In the situation where others brought out real materials, this kind of defective product was not attractive enough.

Except for Yifan Vanko.

Yifan looked at these standing mechanical soldiers, and his eyes became a few points brighter. He had a new idea.

*Hammer Industries, I want you to help me complete the plan! *

*These mechanical soldiers will be borrowed for use. I will write the software program for you, don't be polite! *

Yifan tidied up his clothes and walked toward the exhibition area. His nano-probes and various nano-viruses were already hungry and thirsty.

Because the number of visitors was too small, Yifan experienced the enthusiasm of Hammer Industries' staff. Let alone looking, they even allowed him to touch them with his hands.

During this touch, the probe had already been inserted into the data line of the mechanical soldier without changing its expression. ===== CHAPTER 118 =====