"Boom!"

The sky-high flames exploded between the mountains, and the black smoke billowed into the sky. The hammer of the impact was like a flame that smashed through the rocks, and thousands of tons of earth carrying the gravel were blasted apart. Violent tremors could be felt from the cracked valley, even from ten miles away.

A bald man with a scarred face stood on the top of a hill, a thick cigar in his mouth, a fluffy coat, and watched the smoke of the fire roll up in the mountains. The man next to him was casually dressed in a gray camouflage uniform, with the cuffs rolled up, dressed ruggedly and heroically.

"Jericho missiles, Stark Industries' last series of missiles. After Stark Industries announced a complete shutdown and a complete withdrawal from the arms manufacturing industry, this series of missiles became out of print. Now there are only two last two places in the world that have stocks, one is the US military government, and the other is us. ”

The man in camouflage spoke proudly, like a salesman trying to get customers.

The men in camouflage represent an internationally renowned gang of arms smugglers, who have a reputation in the international market for arms smuggling, and are now one of the famous vibranium smugglers Ulysses Crowe, who parted ways after a failed collaboration.

And this scarred bald man represents the "Ten Commandments Gang", a terrorist organization active in the Middle East. It was they who captured Tony Stark in the cave and single-handedly led to the creation of Iron Man. Later, Aldridge Kirian also used the name of the "Ten Rings Gang" when he set up a puppet "Manchu Man", but Kirian's Ten Rings Gang was just a front and had nothing to do with the real organization.

Now they were in a ten-ring camp, in the middle of a mountain. The valley is filled with a thick layer of yellow sand, and the limited visibility forms a natural barrier that makes the place extremely difficult to find.

"Now, you've seen the power of the missile." The man in camouflage grinned, "So, what do you guys think?" ”

Scar Man glanced at the Jericho missiles fixed on the camp shelves. He turned his head and said hoarsely, "We do have some interest. But it is undeniable that this model is a few years old after all, and even if it is labeled Stark, it does not change the fact that it is already an obsolete product. After a pause, he muttered, "And you know that Stark's name isn't as good as it was a few years ago. Back then, Stark's family was dominant, and anyone rushed to grab a weapon with his name on it, even a revolver. But now the situation has changed, and the U.S. military has long switched to Paso technology armament, and it is said that their technological level has already left behind the Stark weapon a few years ago. ”

The man in camouflage looked a little unsightly: "Don't listen to some rumors." I can guarantee that the 'Jericho missile' is a top-notch technology product, not to mention that it has only been such a short five or six years, and even if it is another five years, its technology will not be outdated. As for Paso Industries...... Not for me, but not only us, but there is no way for any smuggling group in the world to get their hands on a weapon made by El Paso Industries. No one knows the details, but they have their own backers. It is rumored that the Paso Group is backed by an extremely large international force, and no one dares to fight their idea......"

The scar man was expressionless: "But admittedly, this is not the best armament, is it?" You can't get the best gear, so don't think you're going to get the best bid. ”

The men in camouflage also wanted to fight for their weapons, but unfortunately soon this was not necessary. The sudden impact of golden energy suddenly hit the Jericho missile on the shelf, and the shell of the missile exploded instantly. A blinding fireball erupted from within, sweeping across the camp. Shrapnel shot through the tent, blowing up several hapless terrorists who got close to them.

"There is an enemy attack !!" Someone shouted in the local language.

The camp was instantly thrown into chaos, and the terrorists rushed out of their tents with guns. The golden-red armor dragged a dazzling flash of fire over their heads, and several missiles sliced in a long arc, exploding a continuous burst of flames on the ground.

Iron Man.

Tony Stark flew through the sky in his steel suit while locking on to multiple weapons stored in the camp in succession within the monitor. Vision-enhancing scanners zoomed in on captured images, missiles on launchers, weapons crates piled up in the camp, and tanks, almost everything with the word "Stark Industries" written in large and mocking letters.

"Good weapons." Tony muttered, "It's a pity that they all have my name on them." ”

"Maybe that's proof that you're really popular, sir." Jarvis said.

"By terrorists? Forget it. I prefer to keep my fan base in the middle of a young and beautiful New York lady. ”

How Tony managed to find this hidden Ten Rings camp was thanks to the mysterious man who kept sending him messages. Since that warning, "Beware of Bruce Banner," he has been sent four more messages, mostly about terrorist activities and major crimes that could cause a large number of casualties.

But as always, he still couldn't crack the source of the information, and the identity of the sender was still completely unknown.

Tony dropped a missile and fired it diagonally into the middle of a crowd of gun-fired firers. A huge flaming lotus flower exploded on the ground, and a shrapnel storm blew several people away like fallen leaves.

"Sir, a player is approaching." Jarvis reminded that "the target is from the southwest, the identity is unknown, but it is extremely fast. ”

"Faster than us?"

"I'm afraid so."

Like a black arrow forged in steel into this terrorist camp, the Black Knight suddenly broke into the battle. The pulsing beams of his hands stabbed out alternately like two peerless long swords, and his body was like a long black snake shuttling between the gunfire.

Tony raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?" ”

"Looks like the Black Knight is doing you a favor, sir." Jarvis replied.

"Yes, I mean......, why?"

After Michael's intervention, their progress was several times faster, and the entire camp was cleared in less than a minute. All former Stark Industries forces have been destroyed, and the war is in shambles.

Tony landed. He saw the black knight standing about six or seven paces in front of him, the blue part of the new armor reflecting a red flame, the light of which flickered and flickered.

“...... All right. Tony was the first to ask, "So I asked first—what's the matter?" ”

"Serious problem, Mr. Stark." Michael's voice in armor was stiff, "There's a question we have to talk about. Ultron, are you familiar with this name? ”