Marvel: DNF Invades

As one of the protagonists in this battle, the white mecha first appeared at the Monaco F1 Grand Prix, where it helped Iron Man subdue terrorists. Later, for some unknown reason, it fought against Iron Man.

The reporters were extremely curious and had thousands of questions they wanted to ask the person involved.

If Tony didn't want to answer, then they'd have to ask the other person involved.

But judging from the battle earlier, the person who tore apart the fighter plane with his bare hands didn't seem easy to deal with and appeared very fierce...

However, there are always daring people.

Some reporters, fearless, approached Luke for an interview.

"Excuse me, sir in the sky, can I interview you for a moment?" an innocent female reporter asked, waving at Luke in mid-air while holding a megaphone.

Because the female reporter was so attractive, Luke decided to come down for the interview.

The air combat mecha landed on the ground in a magnificent fashion, quickly attracting many reporters and cameras.

The female reporter signaled her partner behind her to get the camera ready, then walked quickly to Luke with a smile. "Thank you for accepting my interview. My name is Laura, and I'm a reporter from the French News Channel. First of all, I want to express my personal opinion. I think your robot is very cute."

"Hello, Laura. Thanks for the compliment."

"Excuse me, what should I call you?" the female reporter asked.

Luke said to the camera in all seriousness: "I used to have many titles."

"Oh?"

"They called me an adventurer, a weak warrior, the king of can openers... Later, they called me Kanina's hope, the sacred guardian, the immortal king Borodin... Later, everyone honored me as the Conqueror of Antuon! The monarch of the immortal king Hyperion! The patron saint of orcs! The majesty of the dragon! The chosen one!"

The female reporter wiped her sweat. "Then I should..."

"But these are all past glories and not worth mentioning. Now, you can call me an apostle," Luke said.

"...Okay, Mr. Apostle," the female reporter said. "Excuse me, am I talking to you face-to-face? I mean, are you in a suit like Iron Man, or are you remotely controlling this robot?"

Luke replied, "Of course."

The female reporter waited for a while, but Luke didn't elaborate. She asked in confusion, "Of course... what?"

"Next question, of course," Luke responded.

The female reporter was somewhat speechless...

"Okay... May I ask, do you have any grudges or misunderstandings with Iron Man?" the female reporter changed the question.

"No."

"Then why did you have a conflict here? Not long ago at the Monaco race, you teamed up to subdue terrorists. Can you tell me the reason for your conflict?"

This was a critical question. Not only the journalists but also many people watching TV around the world were eager to know.

Some even discussed this topic heatedly on the internet, with various opinions and speculations.

Some people said the white mecha was just passing by and didn't know Iron Man.

Others said Iron Man and the white mecha belonged to the same secret organization and were merely competing with each other.

Some even speculated that Tony had cheated on the white mecha's owner, and the white mecha came to take revenge after learning the truth. Don't dismiss it—given Tony's style, it's not impossible. Many people on the internet supported this view...

The female reporter sensed that something big was happening here.

Luke's answer: "Because he has dirty hands."

The female reporter's eyes lit up, and she held out the microphone. "Oh? Can you tell me more about it?"

Luke's next words were earth-shattering: "He touched my feet."

Female reporter: "…"

"He still hugged me," Luke added.

"…"

Tony's face turned green.

It might be the palladium poisoning worsening…

"I protest! He is slandering me!" Tony said.

Iron Man spoke, and immediately, all the cameras turned to Tony.

Luke snorted indifferently, looked at Tony, and said, "Do you want to deny that you touched my feet or that you hugged me? Do you dare swear to God that you didn't do those things?"

"I don't."

Tony's face turned as dark as Nick's.

This was definitely a symptom of palladium poisoning...

Tony thought carefully, and it seemed he had really done those things earlier. He grabbed the mecha's feet, hugged it, and pulled it down. But why describe it so obscenely? Why use the word "touch"?!

"See, ma'am. He admitted it himself," Luke shrugged as he operated the mecha.

"I don't!"

"Nothing? No denial? Or no touching my feet?"

"Stop saying that word, OK?"

"What word? Feet?"

"…"

Tony had never wanted to hit someone more than he did at that moment. "Do you want to fight? Huh? Still want to fight?"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Who was the one who got beaten so badly just now?"

"Lost? Are you talking about yourself?"

"I'm talking about you."

The female reporter held her forehead with her hand, thinking, how are these two like big children?

"Hey, gentlemen! If you want to call, please let me finish the interview first," she stopped them.

Tony turned to the camera: "I have to clarify that my sexual orientation is normal. What this person said is completely untenable. I think I need to prove it."

He looked at the female reporter righteously and said, "My beautiful lady, I sincerely invite you to have dinner with us tonight, as well as activities after dinner."

The female reporter opened her mouth wide: "..."

Luke nodded in his mech, appraising her. He agreed that the French beauty reporter was quite hot. Blonde, blue eyes, fair skin, a beautiful face, and excellent taste in clothes. Tony really had a keen eye.

"It's a cross-border contract, and a blatant one at that. Tony is worthy of his name," Luke said, still admiring Tony.

The female reporter's face turned red and purple.

What she wanted to say was: This is a live broadcast, can't you invite us to another venue?

The female reporter was happy to spend a wonderful evening with the famous Tony Stark. What woman wouldn't want to?

Unfortunately…

"Sorry, ahem. I think I should finish this interview first..."

The female reporter felt a little breathless and loosened her already loose collar, revealing a large area of skin.

This wasn't the first time she'd encountered troublesome interviewees like Tony and Luke. She believed that with her professionalism, she could handle it.

After calming down, the female reporter asked Luke: "Excuse me, how do you explain the fact that you shot down a French Air Force Rafale fighter?"

"Unfortunately, in that situation, I could only defend myself," Luke replied.

"Self-defense?"

"The fighter jets fired at me first, and I fought back. I have the dashcam to prove it," Luke said indignantly. He was referring to the dashcam he had removed from a scrap car.

"Can you provide it to us? I mean, your evidence," said the female reporter.

The female reporter was thinking: What the hell is a dashcam? Is this a grammatical error?

"No problem. I think everyone will agree with me after reading this. I am really a victim, and my counterattack was out of self-protection." Luke said, "In addition, I strongly condemn the unprofessional behavior of the French Air Force!"

"Fake news? What is that?"

The female reporter was confused; it was the first time she'd heard that term.

In the French news station's director's room, the chief director ordered: "Quick! Go check what 'hit-and-run' means. I want to know the answer within 1 minute!"

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