The whole body glows red in the reflection of the sunlight, and it swoops vertically down from high in the sky, approaching the ground in the blink of an eye.

This person is Stark from thousands of miles!

"Poof~Qiang!"

The flight propulsion device closed, a crisp metal crash sounded, and Stark landed smoothly on the ground.

"What is this? Robot? ”

The grief-stricken people of Murawaka, as well as most of the armed members of the Freedom Fighters, saw the sudden human-shaped red iron bumps from the sky.

All of a sudden!

"Dada......"

Suddenly, the M4 carbine rang out, and a dense stream of bullets hit Stark, clanging sparks in all directions.

It was the little boss with a frightened face who shot it!

This man came from a different background than the others here, and he was one of the few militants in the destroyed branch of the Ten Commandments to escape.

In the previous battle at the Ten Commandments base, he witnessed the torture of wearing metal armor and killing all sides in the base.

Now Stark is wearing Mark 3, although the color of this set is slightly different from the Iron Man in the battle at the base.

But he has long been imprinted with the Iron Man in his heart, and he is extremely afraid of the shadow, so he can't care about distinguishing at this time.

Seeing the reappearance of this source of fear, the instinctive reaction was-

Fire, fire, fire!

And Stark, who was crackled and shot when he landed, didn't save face for him, and rushed over when he accelerated.

"Bang~"

It's just an ordinary Stark, and this heavy punch hammered down, to say the least, is two or three thousand catties.

The little boss didn't even have room to resist, he was directly punched and flew into the air, and after flying six or seven meters in the air, he pounced and hit the roof.

Having killed the small leader, Stark rushed over again without making any stops, and flew two militants with two punches.

"Dada......"

The rest of the militants finally came to their senses, picked up the weapons in their hands, and fired wildly at this strange iron man.

With so much firepower, Stark gave up hand-to-hand combat and turned on the combat system.

"Squeak... Boom! Chirping... Boom! Squeak......"

Stark's hands kept turning direction, and the arc pulse cannon in the palms of his two palms continued to fire blue-white energy pulses.

Less than three seconds!

Seven or eight militants of the Freedom Fighters were burned into a hollow in their bodies.

Although there was no blood flowing out, the life fluctuations in the pupils felt that it quickly dissipated, and death was imminent.

Seeing this red iron man, with such fierce and perverted combat effectiveness, the remaining five militants of the Freedom Fighters Organization were suddenly frightened and lost the confidence to fight back.

They all ran to the side of the car, pointed guns to the heads of the villagers, and shouted and threatened in horror in various languages that Stark did not understand.

"Jarvis, what are they talking about?"

Hearing Stark's inquiry, Jarvis translated through the translation software: "Sir, these people are threatening you, tell you to stop acting rashly, if you act again, they will kill the hostages in their hands." ”

"I hate it when people threaten me." Stark sneered and looked at the remaining five, slowly put his hands on his sides, and activated the miniature guided cannon with brain waves.

"Didi!"

Five green aiming circles quickly appeared on the helmet display, accurately locking the heads of the five terrorists one by one, turning into a red ready to fire state.

took advantage of the moment when the five militants saw Stark's hands down and their guard relaxed slightly......

"Squeak, poof!"

At the same time as the two pieces of armor on both shoulders were lifted, five mini-guided cannons were fired together, flying faster than the bullet out of the chamber, towards their respective targets.

"Bang!"

Five mini-homing guns hit the target at the same time, and only one sound appeared.

Half of the heads of the five militants who were hit were directly ripped off and collapsed to the ground like mud.

Dead too much to die again!

"Ahh

The hostages, whose faces were splashed with blood and brains, screamed in fright.

However, as the militants fell to the ground, the screams were cut off instantly, and the joy of escaping death and the fear of this inexplicable robot.

Mixed and intertwined, it eventually turned into a kind of terrifying fear!

"Leave one living word to say, and you can dispose of the others."

Stark said coldly, activated the propulsion system again, and under the impetus of the four energies, he soared into the sky in a dashing and handsome manner.

When the Iron Man flew away and disappeared into the sky, the anger in the hearts of the dozens of men in the village who had just been almost executed rushed to the top of their heads.

All of them turned their gaze to the three militants who were blown away by Stark, not far from death, but not dead yet.

……

Stark, who rushed into the sky at high speed, got the first batch of people according to the plan, and then there was a big move-

Blow up the arsenal of a free armed group!

With Mach 0.5 flying speed turned on, and navigating according to the precision guidance system, Stark soon came to a gathering area located at the foot of the mountain.

Captured by an automatic identification system, the mobile launch pads of the two Jericho missiles, locked by the aperture on the helmet display.

The intelligence was correct, Stark reduced his flight speed and prepared to land for destruction.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a howitzer hit Stark in the right shoulder with precision, creating a violent explosion.

Under the shock wave of the explosion, the high-speed flying Mark 3 Fury Suit instantly lost its balance and fell headlong from a height of two or three hundred meters.

"Boom~"

The total weight of more than 300 catties was smashed on the ground from a height of more than 200 meters, and under the influence of gravity, it was like an artillery shell exploding.

The ground shook violently, and dust rose to the sky!

"Damn it."

Stark, who had zero actual combat experience, scolded his carelessness and quickly checked the damaged state of the body.

A blessing in misfortune!

The entire body is made up of today's top technology, and the Mark No. 3 suit, although the red paint on the outside has been burned to a large face, and there are holes of various sizes on the body.

However, the internal systems have not suffered any damage as a result.

I have to say that the protection coefficient of the Mark No. 3 suit is slightly insufficient compared with the Mark No. 4 suit, but its own protection ability, in the face of these modern conventional equipment, still has a strong resistance ability.

Stark, who was attacked by a sneak attack, was annoyed by himself, but of course he would not be beaten in vain.

Crawling out of the deep pit that had been smashed out, Stark pointed his right hand at the tank in front of him.

"Squeak~"

The armor above the right forearm shrank to the sides, and a miniature missile about four centimeters in diameter and 20 centimeters in length poked out of it.

Whoosh –

At this time, the tank nearly 200 meters away opened fire again, and a high-explosive grenade flew at high speed.

Unfortunately, Stark was prepared this time, and easily deflected his body to the right, and the grenade grazed his body and flew behind him.

"Poof~"

A stream of flames erupted from the arm of the Mark 3 suit, and the miniature missile hit the tank with precision in the blink of an eye at a speed of more than 300 meters per second.

The miniature missile launch was completed, and Stark turned around and walked towards the Jericho missile in the distance.

After two seconds......

"Boom!"

The seemingly sturdy armored tank was instantly covered by the skyrocketing flames, causing the explosion of its own howitzer, and the entire machine was directly blown apart.