The terrorists were indeed experienced terrorists. Someone quickly reacted and saw the Iron Man's ill-intentioned look, knowing that he was an enemy.
The closest person was the gangster who was about to execute my father. He turned his gun and started shooting directly at the Iron Man.
The bullets splashed onto the metal armor like raindrops. A layer of fine electric light flashed on the armor, causing the bullets to immediately lose power and fall softly to the ground.
Iron Man took advantage of the moment when the gangster, who had just finished shooting, was stunned and punched him directly.
The power of machinery is far beyond that of humans, so in an instant the bandits became kites with broken strings and flew away.
After doing this, Iron Man turned around, and the two launchers in the center of his palms immediately ejected dazzling high-energy beams, one by one, and quickly eliminated several nearby gangsters.
This clean and efficient killing method frightened the remaining terrorists. They all chose to point their guns at the hostages around them in a tacit and skillful manner.
With the threat of hostages, Iron Man certainly can no longer use weapons like high-energy beams, which look very cool.
Seeing the energy-gathering device on the Iron Man's palm gradually go out, the remaining terrorists breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to capture the Iron Man who had killed many of them.
Two rows of small launchers suddenly emerged from Iron Man's shoulders, and tungsten steel warheads were fired out in an instant. These warheads were extremely fast and penetrated the terrorists' bodies in almost the blink of an eye.
In such a short period of time, none of the terrorists had time to react, and they were completely killed before they could react.
"What the hell is this thing?" The bearded man huddled behind a wall, watching Iron Man easily take care of his men. He felt the urge to pee and was almost scared to pee his pants.
"This is..." The bearded man looked at the golden-red Iron Man, his pupils shrank slightly. He had seen this kind of armor before. It was the armor collected by his head, but it was not as beautiful and light as this one.
"No, I have to report to the boss." He took out a communicator and was about to contact his leader.
The wall around him suddenly exploded, and an arm covered with metal armor stretched out, hooked the bearded man's body and pulled him out from the other side of the wall.
Iron Man grabbed him and threw him into the middle of the refugees with a single hand.
Chapter 26: Iron Man
"I'll leave him to you guys to deal with." After Tony said that, the Mark II took off with the help of a rocket-like booster.
After he left, all the refugees gathered around him silently.
At this moment they needed someone to vent their hatred on, and Big Beard, as a small leader of the Ten Rings Gang, was undoubtedly the best choice.
No one would sympathize with this evil bandit. When he destroyed other people's homes, broke up other people's families, and took other people's lives, it was already destined that he would pay a heavy price.
Iron Man, or Tony Stark, was flying in the air. His previous action was just the beginning of his self-redemption. What he had to do today was not only to rescue this group of refugees, but more importantly, he had to end the mistakes Stark made here.
His ultimate goal is to destroy all Stark products here.
In order to retrieve his target, he lowered his altitude, and while he was flying, a shell hit him.
It was a shell fired from a main battle tank. It was extremely powerful. To humans, it was a terrifying weapon that reaped lives, but to Iron Man Tony Stark, it was just a drizzle.
Even though he was blown away by the explosion and crashed into an already dilapidated house, it didn't matter to Tony at all.
His Mark II was made of titanium alloy, the same material used to make spacecraft. It was not only hard and resistant to high and low temperatures, but also had great shockproof properties and could easily withstand all frontal attacks.
So even if he was hit by a cannonball, it would have no effect on Tony's iron armor.
It was just a cannonball, so Tony naturally wouldn't feel too comfortable with his personality.
He is a typical example of a gentleman who does not seek revenge.
He crawled up from the rubble, and the armor on his arm immediately ejected a small missile, which hit the tank.
After Tony launched the small missile, he turned and left, ignoring the main battle tank behind him, because a real man never looks back at the explosion.
That small missile was a weapon developed and manufactured by Tony himself. Its power was no less than any anti-tank weapon. Compared with those old anti-tank weapons, this missile implemented the latest principle Tony set for himself, which was to make everything smaller.
So, this small missile is actually only about ten centimeters long, not much different from a hot dog.
As for its effect, it can blow up tanks into the sky. Only a genius like him can invent such a small anti-tank missile.
After dealing with the main battle tank, Tony quickly discovered the Ten Rings' new base in this place while flying at low altitude.
Looking at the large weapons with his company's label on them, Tony immediately dived down. He allowed the terrorists of the Ten Rings to attack him endlessly while he just fired his high-energy beam at full power.
The scorching high-energy beams immediately destroyed large swaths of weapons and detonated some missiles.
Coupled with Tony's extremely fast flying speed, in just a few minutes, the base of the Ten Rings Gang turned into a sea of flames.
After destroying all of Stark's weapons, Tony took off into the air and flew to the other side of the sea propelled by brilliant flames.
Shortly after he left, a truck pulled up in front of the base.
The bald leader looked gloomily at the sea of fire before him, his whole body emitting a chilling aura. This was the performance of a person whose anger had reached the edge of his sanity.
Seeing their leader like this, all the terrorists around them quietly retreated to a safe distance. They used the banner of putting out the fire to avoid the sight of their leader.
Terrorists are never good people and do not take human lives seriously. If they are used as tools for their leaders to vent their anger and are beaten to death, there is no way to seek justice.
However, unlike what they expected, the bald leader did not get angry. Instead, he went into the carriage alone and made a phone call.
"What's up?" The call was quickly connected, and a man's deep, dignified voice came from the other end. If anyone had heard their conversation, they would have been shocked to find that the man on the phone was speaking Chinese.
"I'm sorry, sir, I disappoint you. Our new base was destroyed by an iron man." The bald leader reported his situation in Chinese with a heavy accent, sweating profusely.
He really didn't want to confess this kind of thing, but he knew that if he didn't, he would die a more miserable death.
After waiting for a long time, there was a response from the other end of the phone.
"You have one more chance. Find Obaday and tell him we can make another deal. If you still fail this time, don't contact me again."
"Yes, sir. I understand, sir." The bald leader responded with a nod, even though the only sound coming from the other end was a dead tone on the phone.
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Queens neighborhood in New York City, USA.
Natasha, who had just returned from her mission in Brazil, was lazily lying on the bed, watching the news.
"According to reports from reporters in the Middle East, a mysterious Iron Man wearing golden and red armor suddenly appeared in the Middle East. He fought crime in the war-torn Middle East and eliminated terrorists led by the Ten Commandments Gang. Please watch a video about Iron Man next." The host on TV called up the captured footage.
Due to the image quality, it is not very clear, but you can easily see that the golden and red Iron Man is flying in the air, attacking terrorists on the ground and rescuing people in the Middle East.
Soon, the video was over.
Then there were some interviews with people in the Middle East, telling how the Iron Man rescued them and how he killed those terrorists. The Middle East even gave the Iron Man a nickname, called Iron Man.
"Iron Man? That's quite suitable. Looking at this flashy golden and red color, I think I know who this guy is." Natasha chuckled.
Who else would use such a flashy color except the pretentious Tony Stark?