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New York at night.

The damage caused by those monsters has been restored, and even the power lines have been repaired. Invisibly saved the city government a lot of money. But the dead cannot come back.

The major hospitals in New York are already overcrowded, but there are not enough doctors and nurses. There is no way, Tony has to let the production line in his factory continue to rush to produce drones. At the same time, he also slightly modified his drones used for combat to act as carers. The search and rescue drones he developed saved many lives in this sudden disaster, but he didn't seem very happy about it.

Tony Stark sat at the top of his building, without a helmet, watching the night before him and touching his bald head in silence. Rod sat next to him, and the two men were sharing a Burger King meal.

Tony picked up the double-layered cheeseburger he had set aside that was about to get cold, and took a hard bite.

"Sir, Miss Pepper has gone downstairs." Jarvis' voice came from the helmet he put aside, Rhode glanced at him after hearing it, and jumped down and flew away with a schadenfreude smirk. .

"..." Tony was silent. He ate the hamburger bit by bit until the footsteps of high heels got closer and closer. He stood up and turned his back to Pepper, somewhat bewildered, and said to her, "Cough, listen, Pepper. I..."

The woman interrupted his words, and wrapped her arms around his cold metal armor and hugged him. Tony lowered his head, and he saw that the clasped hands had turned white from too much force. The armour on his hands was lifted, and he patted Pepper's cold hand, turned and pulled her into his arms, kissing her lightly.

"Ow!"

It should have been a beautiful picture, but he let out a cry of pain. Pepper broke free from his arms and took a few steps back to twist his hair. The night fell, and Tony couldn't see her face, but there was a smile in her voice: "Who told you to stick your tongue out? Tony Stark? I haven't forgiven you yet!"

"Hey, baby, no. This, it's just a normal physiological reaction, you see, I was locked up in outer space for so long by those **** blue-skinned aliens..." He covered his mouth and slurred. When it was convenient, Pepper finally couldn't bear it anymore. She laughed, approached, and gave Tony a hug again.

Tony hugged her wordlessly, and could feel her trembling and the tears dripping into his hands. "Nice to meet you, Virginia Pepper Potts," he said softly.

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In front of the NYPD.

A large group of reporters surrounded the place with their long guns and short cannons, and the live broadcast vehicles of the TV station surrounded the place. But there was only one person standing on the podium in front of the police station.

He was wearing a blood-stained blue police uniform shirt, with his right hand hanging over his chest, wrapped in white cloth.

He was quickly recognized by someone who was the chief of the New York City Police Department, George Stacy.

When the reporters were all seated in front of the prepared stools, Chief Stacey knocked on the microphone.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He just took off his police cap with his left hand, revealing his gray hair. The old man who had been a police officer all his life took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "I want to apologize to all those who lost their families in this disaster. The NYPD is supposed to protect you, but we are just after the disaster. It was attacked when it happened, and we couldn't get anyone out there. Over 40 percent of the police have died in the line of duty in the last few hours."

He was silent for a while before continuing, "After tonight, I will resign."

Before reporters could digest what he had said, Stacey continued: "But, before that. I have a question for federal officials. Why haven't we seen anything since the disaster began. Support coming? As far as I know, there are three garrison points near New York, and they don't need forty minutes to drive there."

“Right now, hospitals in New York City are overcrowded, and doctors are mostly treating people with injuries. We are experiencing shortages of medical supplies, understaffed, and even the health care workers themselves are patients. And the federal government is still not giving us any aid. I want to ask, is New York no longer a part of the Commonwealth in their eyes?"

After saying this, he closed his mouth. Standing there like a silent statue. The flashes and cameras of various cameras are shooting at his face, and the angry expression on the old man's face can be seen at a glance.

"I also have a question for the Federation!" Another person shouted from the audience, he was wearing a dusty suit, his hair was messy, and there was blood on his forehead. He limped onto the podium and said, "I'm the current mayor of New York City, Hobson Harlan."

The flash flashed even more frantically.

Hobson and Commissioner Stacey looked at each other, he nodded, then took the microphone and said, "I'm going to ask the federal government here~www.novelmt.com~Please listen, everyone watching this in front of the TV. I'm not asking as a mayor of the people on the live broadcast. I'm asking as a citizen of New York City, a citizen of the United States."

"Why was there no support at the first moment of the disaster? Isn't our annual military expenditure the world's largest? We have raised so many troops and fired bullets abroad all day long, but now we need support at home, but we can't get the slightest help? "

"This is my first question."

"Second question, why hasn't there been any material assistance yet? I haven't seen a doctor for support, I haven't seen relief supplies, and even a White House spokesperson didn't come out and say that we will make a decision as soon as possible."

He pointed a big **** to the camera: "I've been calling the people in the Washington office from the moment the disaster started, you bastards! I've made no less than twenty calls! You didn't answer a single one. Son of the Beach!"

Seemingly out of breath, he simply hammered the podium hard, and the force of the shock made the microphone hum for a while. Hobson roared, and then some good people made statistics. In his fifteen-minute speech, he lashed out at the federal government's incompetence and corruption in front of a national audience using more than 120 Oxford Dictionary slang terms.

At the end of his speech, he said something that made the reporters at the scene almost crazy: "If the federal government does not plan to help us, then we will no longer carry out a series of responsibilities such as paying taxes. I will contact the governor, Initiate a vote in the state. One by one we joined this federation hundreds of years ago and became a part of it. Today, it is not what we want it to be. So, we apply Leave the Union."