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Augustus placed the disassembled gun on the table and picked up his phone blinking from a new notification. Unlocking the mobile, the mercenary clicked on the notification and was transported to the messenger. On the screen of the phone, a picture of a black-haired young girl in a rather revealing outfit appeared in full view.
- Norma's daughter has lost all shame, why does she send me such pictures? - the man went into his messenger settings and blocked the younger Osbourne's number so she couldn't send him any more messages. - It must seem strange to block the number of such an incredible hottie who was the first to contact me. But I don't want any more trouble. This Osborne family may seem normal now, but once Norma Osborne develops the super soldier serum, everything goes to shit. I have absolutely no desire to be the target of a crazy green goblin, let the spider deal with him in the future.
Finished with the notification on his phone, August put the mobile aside and continued cleaning his gun.
The chaos at the Stark Expo had no effect on its official opening. None of the guests were injured, and information about the night's attack was not leaked to the media. The shot corpses of the attackers disappeared from the park, all indications were that the corpses got up and left on their own. Stark wasn't involved in the disappearance of those bodies, but that played into her hands and she was able to mop everything up without much to her detriment.
The sudden disappearance of the bodies remained an unsolved mystery. Augustus was convinced that he had killed the women who had attacked him, but apparently they had somehow managed to resurrect themselves. That was a real worry. So there was a thing that could resurrect the dead, and such a thing could only be found in a limited number of people. The first thing that came to mind was Hydra. An organisation of sick in the head Nazis. This organisation had a huge variety of different artefacts and technologies.
What could the white-haired stranger have to do with Hydra? In his head, August went through the history of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but found nothing similar. Once again, canon had cracked and taken a completely wrong turn.
After the rescue, the busty white-haired beauty left her business card. On it was the address of the main office of a large construction corporation. The mercenary first thought to go to her and demand money for her rescue, but soon quickly changed his mind. The excitement of the battle had subsided and his thoughts came to order. Already at Anita's villa August crumpled up the business card of the rescued lady and threw it in the bin, forgetting all about it.
- What are you doing? - The red-haired girl peeked out from behind the mercenary, a full smile on her face.
- Cleaning the guns, - Anita grinned at August's disassembled pistols, then leaned her breasts against his back. The girl was wearing a short sleeveless T-shirt and black gym shorts. Apparently Stark had only recently left her workshop and had not yet changed into normal clothes. - What do you want?
- I finally finished the project I've been working on for so long, so I'm in a good mood, - Anita embraced the neck of the sitting mercenary. A tart feminine scent hit the man's nose, interrupting his occupation.
- That's why you came to bother me, isn't it? - Augustus turned round to face the girl, gazing into her shameless eyes. - If you have nothing better to do or just want someone to talk to, then sit next to me normally on the sofa and you don't need to provoke me.
The girl slid off the man's back and sat down next to him like he said. The couch was not particularly small, but not particularly large either, Anita sat as close to August as possible. The girl's naked trained thighs and bare shoulders involuntarily made contact with the body of Augustus sitting next to her.
Augustus cursed this red-haired horny girl in his heart! His self-control had gone to a new level, and he was getting closer to knowing true zen.
A memorised mantra played in the man's head.
"August don't fall for that sexy body, Stark is a sick in the head egotist, you won't have a normal relationship with her. You're just a trophy for her, she'll sleep with you and forget you, no need to fall for this tomboy..."
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After getting a boost of positive energy from her personal mercenary, a satisfied Anita went to her bedroom.
- It was good to always have a man at hand. All the irritation and headaches are gone," Stark muttered, taking off her top and pulling down her shorts. Beneath the top, a thin metal line running along her spine showed. The new model of artificial spine, was more comfortable and convenient, it was made to be worn all the time. You could even sleep in it without morning back pain.
- This is a live report from the city... - a holographic screen appeared in front of Anita's frowning face, - terrorists are holding the centre of the city, they are fighting defensive battles under the cover of civilians. They are armed with modern weapons of the famous Stark Industries company, the country's army can't do anything against them....
- It looks like it's time to test the capabilities of the new suit model in real conditions, - the girl hid the holographic screen and put on a tracksuit on her naked body. - Joanna, keep an eye on August in my absence.
- Yes, Mistress Stark.
Anita made sure from the cameras in the living room that the mercenary had gone to his room to sleep. She quietly descended the stairs and made her way to her workshop. Minutes passed and a girl dressed in a bright red costume appeared from the workshop.
The new Mark Three suit, unlike its predecessor, was made of gold-titanium alloy. Additional weapons were added besides repulsors. Small launchers on the hips and wrists firing rockets and shoulder-mounted machine guns.
Walking in this suit to the helipad, Anita soared into the air. Her final destination was Afghanistan, a city from the news, occupied by terrorists.
As she took off, the eyes of the "sleeping" Augustus opened. Stark had left her villa in her costume and had given him no warning. Now the mercenary was preparing a "terrible" punishment for her.
Flying over cities, mountains and fields, the Iron Lady left the territory of the United States and overcoming hundreds of kilometres of water got to another continent.
- Joanna, where is the town in the live report?
- Mrs Stark, I've marked the spot on the map.
Anita navigated the map to the town on the news. She marked the enemy from the air and dropped to the ground in the midst of the terrorists. They tried to cover themselves with civilians from the unknown enemy, but high-precision sensors and shoulder-mounted machine guns put a stop to the conflict that had just begun.
A dozen armed women fell to the sand with their heads shot through. The civilians screamed in horror and began to scatter.
- Miss Stark, there's a tank approaching from the south.
Anita stepped out from behind cover to the tank and fired a rocket at it from her wrist. The small projectile that flew in pierced the tank's armour and made a thermal mess inside.
A couple more terrorists decided to climb onto the roof of a house and from it destroy the incoming iron man with an anti-tank launcher. The missile hovered over the red silhouette, and after pulling the trigger it left the rig. After flying a couple of metres, it lost its trajectory and fell to the ground. The active armour protection from the smart weapon had kicked in.
Anita turned towards the terrorists who had just fired and blasted their position with repulsors. The fighters were scattered to pieces in different directions. The energy released from the repulsors easily cut through their flesh.
After flying around the city for a while, Stark had dealt with the main terrorist hotspots in the city. Leaving the defending militants without tanks or serious weaponry. In a couple of hours, local government forces would finish off the remaining opponents and take the city.
The residents of the captured town wanted to thank their saviour, but Anita refused. Then the media ran up with cameras and live coverage. American citizens got their first glimpse of the iron hero. By the distinctive bulges on his chest plate, they were able to determine his gender.
Stark didn't want to waste her time on journalists, so under the characteristic sighs of the locals, the repulsors on her legs and arms started working, lifting the armour into the air. A second and the red-and-yellow hero left the city.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I've given them Joanna! My suit is working properly this time, there are no malfunctions or errors, and the energy supply is stable! - the girl was bursting with adrenaline.
- Miss Stark, there's a U.S. fighter jet about a kilometre behind us.
- What the hell are they doing here? - Stark wondered.
The jet fighters, meanwhile, had already reached Anita and sat on her tail.
- Unidentified object, please follow us to the airbase. This message is being broadcast on all radio frequencies. Unidentified object...
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