The tomahawk-wielding bounty hunter doesn't seem to be in vain, at least when it comes to VALDI's enforcer robots. He led the way with his tomahawk in front of him, and the robots that came forward like a tidal wave were harvested like leeks by him, leaving the wreckage of the machines all over the ground.

"Shall we follow him?" Wanda asked.

"Follow." Michael casually fired a cannon shot at two robot cops not far away who were aiming at them with their guns raised, "He seems to know about Stark, let's hear what he has to say." ”

"Here! Hurry up! ”

The bounty hunter was enthusiastic, as if before he knew it, they had become close comrades. He used some kind of laser device to melt through the heavy iron door more than ten meters high, and rushed into an open hall first. Another team of machine enforcers came up to intercept them, and were cut in two by the energy wave he slashed out with an axe.

"THIS IS THE AIRPORT IN THE HEART OF VOLDI TEAR, FIND YOUR CAR." The bounty hunter wielded his axe and shouted, "Let's go!" ”

He was right, the "arsenal" that Michael and the other three were riding in was indeed parked in the corner of this room. They boarded his ship, and the bounty hunter boarded a huge ship—just as his own big ship had to be the size.

The bounty hunter's ship cleared the way ahead, and he directly blasted open the door of the hangar with a heavy cannon, and rushed into the starry sky with one acceleration. VALDI'S WARSHIPS AND PLANES FOLLOWED THEM CLOSELY, BUT THEY ONLY PURSUED THEM FOR LESS THAN TWO HUNDRED MILES BEFORE THEY LOST THEIR TARGET AFTER A WORMHOLE JUMP.

The bounty hunter's ship opened the wormhole, and the "arsenal" chased it into the spatial rift. AFTER WEAVING THROUGH THE ENDLESS CHAOTIC TUNNELS, THEY QUICKLY LEFT VERDI AND THE GALAXY BEHIND THEM AND MADE THEIR WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GALAXY.

Michael manipulated the "arsenal" to land on the other party's ship, and they had a lot to talk to about the bounty hunter.

The hunky bounty hunter squinted at the three of them as they stepped off the ship, as if they were looking at some rare species.

"Black Knight?" He asked suddenly.

"You know me?"

"Of course I do. Kill Ronan the accuser alone and break into the stronghold of the Skrull Empire alone, your name is not good for a while. In fact, there is probably no more ruthless guy in the universe than you. ”

"Really? But that's not what the guys I've met before say. "As far as I've seen, most people still prefer to believe that the Earth is a barren and backward ball of mud. ”

"Oh, you're referring to the pirates. Space pirates are a bunch of idiots, they are informed, and they hear everything half a beat slower than anyone else. The bounty hunter waved his hand, "Don't take it personally. After all, the universe is so big, and it always takes some time for news to spread. It won't be long before you'll be one of the most famous guys in the interstellar world. Maybe those guys who have eaten too much and have nothing to do will compare you to Thanos or something, and compare whose fists are bigger......"

Michael nodded knowingly. It seems that this kind of person is not a special product of the earth, and the whole universe is the same everywhere.

"I don't know what you call it yet."

"Me? You can call me 'the Head of Death'. As you most likely already know, I'm a bounty hunter. The big man said, touching his axe, "I'm also a little famous in this industry, and the high-level tasks I've completed are not small...... Oh, of course, there's no comparison to you. I still have that self-knowledge as a bounty hunter, and I never felt like my neck could be harder than Ronan's. ”

"Hmm...... Well, 'Death'," Wanda began, always finding it a little weird to call someone else like that, "let's get down to business." You told us to follow you and say that you have news of the people we want...... You're referring to Iron Man, right? ”

"Iron Man? Ah, yes, you mean the guy who wears a completely tasteless look and terrible color scheme, with a horribly and self-righteous face? ”

The bounty hunter describes and gesturs with his hands and feet.

Wanda almost burst out laughing. Although the description of the big man was comical and unbearable, from his words she seemed to think that a living Stark had jumped on the page. As for "the horrible on his face", she thinks the other party may be referring to Stark's mustache......

"yes, I guess we're referring to the same person." Wanda nodded, "Looks like you've seen him?" THE PRINCESS OF VOLDI TEAR ACCUSES HIM OF STEALING THE VOLDI CORE, A VITAL TREASURE OF THEIR CLAN. Is this true? ”

The bounty hunter thought for a moment.

"If that's what you're going to say...... That's true, but it's not. ”

Wanda was a little confused by him: "What does this mean?" ”

"That is, the person who stole the core of VOLDI is indeed your friend, but not of his own will." "I was in the castle, and I saw it with my own eyes. Your friend tried to stop the real thief, but instead of doing so, he was controlled and turned into a weapon. ”

Michael and Wanda looked at each other.

"You're saying his armor has been manipulated."

It's not once or twice that Iron Man's armor has been manipulated, and it's nothing new. Especially in the comic book, whenever there is a villain of Ultron or something, his armor has to suffer once.

However, now Stark's Genesis suit is integrated with himself, and the suit's operating system is directly linked to his neural network, so it can be said that the suit has become a part of his body, and if you want to hack his armor, you have to get it along with his nervous system.

Moreover, before the Genesis suit fought against the Manchurians, Michael had fully upgraded for him once, and that upgrade applied some of the future technology left by Kang the Conqueror, and the security factor of the firewall was greatly improved.

So who got his armor this time?

"It seems like so, and I think he looks like he's being manipulated. As for the identity of that person......" the Head of Death said, holding out his hand, and a stereoscopic projection was released from his palm.

It was a humanoid robot, unremarkable in appearance, and did not look like much of a threat.

"Who is this?" Michael asked.

"He calls himself 451, the last vestiges of a long-lost race." The Head of Death said, "A recording robot created by the 'Rommulon'. ”