The yellow sand buried the earth and buried endless bones.

The scorching sun in the sky hung high, and bullets flew by, dragging an extremely fast arc, penetrating air resistance, friction, and finally shooting into the flesh and blood of those criminal terrorists.

The howls continued, and the sand was shot to ashes, obscuring the sky. A wave of heat in the air steamed, and one by one corpses fell.

When it was clear that the surrounding terrorists were all clear, the two-meter-tall steel man's body froze, making a creaking and grinding sound, and a puff of scorched smoke spilled from the pile of scrap metal that had just slaughtered dozens of lives.

"Ahem!"

A man's cough was heard from inside the mech, and the Iron Man's face helmet fell, revealing the face of a mature and charismatic old man in his thirties.

"Damn, the reactor is overloaded and the weapons system is down, but luckily the terrorists have been eliminated."

It was Tony Stark who spoke, thinking back on the dark history of this week, the hellish days, it was really like years, but he finally saved himself.

"Stark, they all say that you are an expert in the manufacture of arms and weapons, and you really surprised me."

At this moment, a man with a bazooka on his shoulder slowly walked out from one side.

"Orson!"

Stark looked surprised, the little leader of the Ten Rings. He remembered that he was in the crowd that had just strafed, and why he was standing in front of him unharmed now.

"It's really thanks to this superfiber body armor sold by your Stark Industries!"

Orson smirked and peeled off his waistcoat, revealing a piece of clothing on his chest that looked like a tight T-shirt.

Stark's face sank when he heard this, was this considered to be a pit by himself?

But the microfiber material body armor is a secret weapon produced in-house, and they Stark Industries don't sell it to the outside world?

"Orson, if you hijacked me for money, then as long as you let me go, I can guarantee that you will become the richest person in this world, of course, provided that you are not rich without me."

Stark promised, but said one more word at the end.

"Money, Stark, do you think people like us will be short of money?

Your mecha is a priceless treasure in my eyes, and now that everyone in this stronghold has been killed by this big guy, it means that only I know this secret.

Kill you, take control of your set of techniques, and then the whole world will be mine before long, hahaha! ”

Orson looked mad, he had already anticipated the future of leading the Iron Legion to world domination.

Stark had to admit that he underestimated Orson, although the other party was just a small boss, but his ambition was not small, and he actually rushed to rule the world.

Is this how all the terrorists have been hanging?

As a playboy, his ideal is just to sleep with beautiful women all over the world.

If you have the opportunity to meet alien beauties, it's not impossible!

So for the great ideal of sleeping all over the world's beauties, Stark looked at the crazy Orson and sneered: "It's a pity that this secret doesn't belong to you!"

With that, he raised his metal arm, turned the Gatling muzzle at Orson, and pulled the trigger.

Orson was startled by the Iron Man's movements, and nimbly ran towards a wall to dodge.

"Click."

Stark clicked a few times, only to realize that the weapon system had just been paralyzed by the overload due to the high temperature, and that the bullets had run out of bullets under the machine gun fire just now.

So now he has nothing left but such a large mecha body.

Orson hid for a while and found that there was no movement, poked his head out just in time to see Stark controlling the picture of the Iron Man preparing to run, and immediately ran out, with a look on his face:

"Stark, so you've run out of bullets!"

"If you go one step further, I'll!"

With that, Orson half-crouched on the ground and picked up the already loaded bazooka and aimed it at Stark.

Hearing this, Stark Industries slowly turned around, his face was particularly ugly, and he cursed:

"shit", and the face that is full of murder for women shuddered:

"Orson, we can talk!"

"Talk about, Lao Tzu's entire camp has been killed by you, the executioner. Now I can only comfort the souls of my dead brethren with your mecha!

Great Satan bless, Amen! Orson said solemnly, the bazooka was already in place.

"Executioner? You, a terrorist, say I, a philanthropist, are executioners! ”

Stark looked at Orson incredulously, if he wanted to say that the girl killer was still acceptable, but now.

And more importantly, if you let Satan the Devil bless you, why do you shout the slogan of Jesus, can your faith be firmer?

Although he is facing danger, he still can't stop Stark's crazy complaining!

"Die! Rich man, philanthropist. ”

Orson smirked and decisively pulled the trigger, not saying a word of nonsense.

I saw that the tail of the bazooka spewed out a scorching exhaust gas, and there was a "bang" sound.

A strong shock force rushed Orson's body backwards again and again.

Although the rocket may blow up Stark's iron skin, as long as the core technology is there, and then find a group of weapons experts, it is completely possible to restore a set.

"Wait, I've got the money!" Stark screamed repeatedly, but he couldn't stop the rockets that had missed the target.

"Am I just dead?"

When he was in danger, Stark thought so, considering that there were still so many sisters in the beautiful world waiting for him to save, he was sad and unwilling to wait for death.

He struggled to move the tin sheet, his face covered with sweat mixed with kerosene. But the iron sheet is heavy, and in the case of uncontrolled power, he can't move a single inch with his mortal body.

"If anyone can save me, I'm willing to give him half of my fortune!"

In desperation, Stark yelled. And Orson laughed wildly: "God can't save you!"

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded, deafening, and the explosion was miserable, and yellow sand and gravel flew wildly.

"Frightened, frightened......"

Rapid breathing came from the smoke, and an arm suddenly reached out from a pile of high heaves of sand.

Stark crawled out of the tin sheet, his mouth, nose, and hair covered with loess and gravel, and he was terrified, and his face was incredulous.

What did he just see? The speeding rocket launcher suddenly returned the same way and blew up the laughing Orson to the ground, and he was blown off by the aftermath of the bomb and buried in the earth.

"You're Stark?" As Stark rang out, a calm-sounding voice rang out on the spot.

"Who!"

Stark was taken aback like a frightened bird, plus he had something in his heart, he was indeed prone to myocardial infarction, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

"Do you still count the things that have just been divided?" The voice came again.

Stark: "......"

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