As an old building with 85 years of history, it is quite well-maintained.
But The Mandarin was right about one thing: as a landmark with "East Country" in its name that also sounds like an East Country building, this thing is indeed hollow.
It has no soul.
Harry was considering whether to buy it and hire an East Country team to redesign and rebuild it; the results should be good.
Because the news that he was coming to the East Country Theater was posted online, the already crowded area was jammed completely.
Looking at the vast sea of people, Harry thought, it would be great if there were ctOS here.
"I must say, it's a good thing I'm not Tony Stark, otherwise these fanatical fans would probably have blocked the entire street."
Harry said to Alex while signing autographs.
"Actually, it's not much different, boss."
As a transmigrator, Harry had always felt that Tony's popularity was ridiculously high, but he didn't realize that he was actually not much different from him now, and might even be more famous.
After all, Tony is already in his forties, while Harry is only twenty-two.
"Don't cut in line!" A fan who had been cut in front of shouted dissatisfiedly.
In the chaos, a fanatical female fan pressed her body against him, feeling quite soft.
Harry thought: You cut in, so you cut in, why are you yelling so loudly?
Before Harry could see the female fan's face clearly, another fanatical male fan squeezed over, and the smell of sweat almost made Harry vomit.
Harry sternly accused him: "Aren't you being a bit excessive? Sir, can you not cut in line?"
Facing the enthusiastic fans, he shook hands and interacted with them cordially.
Just as he was signing autographs for fans, a huge fat man fell from the sky, smashing the stall next to him!
The crowd panicked and hid behind Harry's luxurious security team.
These semi-cyborgs acted quite quickly and immediately formed a line; after all, they were originally meant for maintaining public order.
Harry recognized this fat man; he was Tony's head of security, Happy Hogan.
He asked knowingly: "Happy? What are you doing here? Filming a movie?"
Happy had been thrown until he was dazed; he looked up and saw Alex in full armor, the pain making him almost unable to speak.
"That..."
Before he could finish, Alex saw a suspicious-looking man with a crew cut.
"Suspicious target detected. Wow, what's up with his body temperature? Did you guys see that?" Under Alex's infrared vision, this crew-cut man looked like a fireball, with an absurdly high body temperature.
The others nodded, and armor covered their bodies in unison. The crew-cut man was stunned when he saw this.
What's the situation? 13 Iron Men?
"What's the situation with that guy? His body temperature is over 100 degrees Celsius!" Alex scanned another man with extremely abnormal body temperature nearby.
This man was also someone with missing limbs. AIM's Extremis could allow him to regrow his limbs, but the problem was that there was a high probability of self-detonation.
That's how the explosions happening everywhere were born.
Without Harry's reminder, Alex realized that something was wrong.
"Everyone back off, leave that place!" Alex ordered the people around him to retreat, and three cyborgs surrounded him with him.
The crew-cut man saw that the situation was not right and wanted to run, but the remaining cyborgs immediately surrounded him.
"Listen, I would really like to have a go with you, but I suggest everyone run quickly, understand?"
After speaking, he exerted force with his feet and actually leaped high over the crowd nearby!
However, the cyborgs were not pushovers either, and they grabbed him!
Before the group could control the crew-cut man, a situation arose on Alex's side.
The man who had taken Extremis had a bright red glow all over his body, his body temperature instantly exceeded 1000 degrees, and it was still rising!
"Savin! Save me! Save me!" This guy was about to explode!
Harry could only remind them: "Use your neuro-freeze guns! Control that guy first!"
Alex had long locked onto the target, and neurotoxins containing cobra venom were instantly injected into the man's body!
This was the benefit of having the script -- cobra venom can stop the next-generation variants of Extremis from causing the host to explode, and theoretically, it can also have a similar effect on Extremis.
The toxin immediately spread throughout the man's body, and the terrifying biochemical reaction was delayed --
But the problem was that the temperature was still rising!
Harry frowned. As for Extremis, it seemed that this thing could only weaken this reaction, and the explosion still could not be stopped.
"Forget about that crew-cut man, use your blast shields to block this thing, he's going to explode!" Alex shouted at his companions.
These cyborgs were all firefighters and police officers, and they had added blast shields to their bodies. This thing mainly contained tantalum hafnium carbide alloy, and the shields were filled with a large amount of energy-absorbing material, which could withstand high temperatures and impacts of 4000 degrees Celsius.
The central temperature of the Extremis explosion was 3000 degrees Celsius, so the blast shields were enough to contain the explosion!
Hearing Alex's voice, these cyborgs immediately took the shields off their backs, surrounded the man, and formed a blast-proof barrel over 2 meters high.
They held the shields tightly, watching the soaring temperature numbers on the sensors, feeling quite nervous, but the implants in their bodies automatically cleared away excess hormones that would affect their physical reactions.
Bang!
The power of the explosion was contained within the blast-proof circle constructed by Alex and his team, and a mushroom cloud rose from the blast-proof circle they formed!
Fortunately, there was nothing high up here, and the power generated by the explosion was directed vertically, causing no major casualties, only burning out the colored lights.
The ordinary citizens looked at the center of the explosion, still terrified. The 13 cyborgs' shields were scorched black by the explosion, and a few of them also looked up belatedly.
"We held it." Their faces were full of disbelief, and a trace of pleasant surprise.
Harry applauded with satisfaction.
It seems that this equipment is enough to deal with Extremis soldiers.
The applause seemed to call everyone's souls back, and the citizens who had been saved also applauded.
"Thank God." Happy, lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he relaxed, the pain in his back came up. "Damn crew-cut man."
It seemed that this fat bodyguard had broken a bone -- but compared to being seriously injured by the explosion in the original work, this was already much better.
On the other side, Killian was watching the video of the scene.
"Those cyborgs have something. The explosion was contained. Savin, what do you think of their combat effectiveness?"
He was talking to Savin through a communicator. Savin, the crew-cut man, had seized the opportunity of the explosion to flee the scene.
"Average. They might have some little tricks, and in terms of strength, they might be on par, but I can feel they are not quite adapted yet, their movements are a bit stiff -- after all, those aren't their original hands."
Killian rubbed his eyebrows: It seems these cyborg soldiers are not easy to deal with.
The good news is that Harry Osborn didn't suddenly display superpowers to keep Savin.
Robots, private security, these things are really troublesome. Perhaps I need to find some more allies.
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