Desert, barren land.

Almost everyone agrees that this is the most chaotic and worst place on the planet Earth. If you had to pick one place on the planet that is closest to hell, this would undoubtedly be the place to go.

It's not just poverty, no, economic problems aren't enough to give this place such a reputation. Some historical problems in this area make this land easy to ignore, and it is a zone close to the "three regardless".

Chaos is the norm in this place, and this makes it the first choice for some shady organizations to establish a stronghold. The largest known illegal armed group on the Pole Star, the "Order", which has carried almost all the black pots related to terrorist attacks in modern times, is hiding in this area.

The Order is made up entirely of desert natives who are very familiar with the terrain. They are adept at using local bunkers and harsh weather to conceal their whereabouts, and with the slightest lack of personal protection, no one knows exactly where each of their bases is hiding under the sand.

At this time, a group of soldiers of the Order was visiting a remote town in the desert.

Several powerful soldiers, with guns and bags on their shoulders, laughed and talked as they dragged a woman out of the house. It was a rare and beautiful woman in such a harsh environment, and every time she went out, she had to wrap her beautiful face tightly in a headscarf, and every time she heard that a soldier was passing through the town, she would not leave, but it seemed to be in vain.

In fact, deep down in her heart, she already knew that she might never be able to escape this fate sooner or later. Because they were born in the corners of the Thorn, this cursed desert, abandoned by the gods.

Those who are capable have long since left this damn place, and the rest of them have no choice. They are like meat on the chopping block of fate, and the only thing they can do is stare wide-eyed as the butcher's knife swings down.

The husband screamed and chased him out of the house and hugged his wife. Several soldiers were impatient and knocked him to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

The woman was crying and fussing, and the man rushed forward again despite the bruising of his face. The soldier dragging the woman seemed to have finally lost his patience, and the butt of the rifle hit him on the chin at the slightest lift. The man vomited blood, his head tilted to the ground, and when he got up, he found that three front teeth had been missing.

The soldier swore and stomped him to the ground, pointing a gun at his head.

The crying woman was pinned to the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the house and saw only a small crack in the door, through which their six-year-old son was watching the scene, watching his father about to be shot.

Actually, everyone saw it. People hid in their homes, watching through the cracks in the doors and curtains, but no one dared to speak out, let alone come out. The empty streets were filled with only swearing soldiers, crying women and men about to be shot.

After all, this is a place where even the gods have forgotten, and no one will hear even the prayers.

Until today.

A roar of engines descended from the sky at breakneck speed. The red and gold afterimage fell like a meteorite, and the landing stirred up a cyclone like a mountain and a sea, and several soldiers were instantly overturned to the ground.

All eyes are focused on this. Behind the curtains, the minds of those who had been numb were reactivated, and one by one their eyes widened as they watched the miracles that had taken place in this cursed land.

Iron Man landed vertically, and when he got up, the recoil cannon in his palm was already firing. The soldier who trampled the man under his feet was eaten head-on, and the whole thing was blown away, and the person was burned into rotten flesh by the high-temperature recoil energy in mid-air.

Iron Man turned around and punched and elbowed, hitting the two of them separately. One of the soldiers took an elbow blow and ejected it like a cannonball, smashing into a bloody pang on a wall with a snap. The power of the fist suddenly rose vertically, flew into the sky and disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

The eyes of the people all widened. Most of them have only been in a desert town for the rest of their lives, and they have never heard of the recent changes in the big city or the Iron Man who has become famous all over the world.

For them, smartphones are already incomprehensible high-tech products, let alone Iron Man armors. At this time, when I saw Iron Man, I immediately felt that it must be God's oracle, a messenger to save the suffering. There are even bold ones who even push the door out and fall to the ground and worship.

But these soldiers are different from the people, they know exactly what they are facing. The last soldier left saw his teammates being put down, turned around and ran, pinching the walkie-talkie and screaming as he ran: "It's Iron Man!" Did anyone hear that? It's Iron Man coming."

Before he finished speaking, the recoil energy cannon had already caught up. The beam of energy pierced through the heart, leaving a huge black hole, and the soldier fell to the ground in anger.

"Correction, it's not Iron Man coming."

Iron Man walked over to the walkie-talkie that had fallen to the ground and stepped on it to pieces.

"It is the last day for you."

A few of the soldiers obviously didn't know that the situation at the base they had just called was even worse than theirs.

A minute earlier, the Iron Man Legion had arrived.

A long column of Iron Man formations fell from the sky, and the connected queue was like a line of fire that divided the blue sky. The soldiers on duty were playing their cards and fishing, and the radar didn't react at all, so they didn't realize that they had been attacked until energy cannons were blooming everywhere and the entire base was burning.

The burning buildings smashed to pieces on the ground, and clumps of flames burst open. Tanks were easily pierced by recoil guns as if they were made of butter, various military installations detonated one after another, and countless militants were burned to ashes before they even realized what was happening.

The Iron Man of the Machines is split into several squads. One team is dedicated to bombing air defense targets, and the other is responsible for clearing ground personnel. And, of course, there is a special squad responsible for hostage rescue.

The internal structure of the armed base is also explored long before the operation, so each Iron Man team is precisely set to carry out a specific strategic objective.

As a result, the camp command system had been completely disintegrated at the moment of the first strike, and at the same time, a team had already rushed to the hostage capture site.

The metal fence used for the blockade was torn apart by an external force. A woman's scream rang out in the darkness, and the unclothed hostages shrank desperately into the corners of the room.

Ice blue eyes and a sun-like core on the chest lit up from the doorway, and a steel machine with the word "A" printed on its chest appeared in the doorway, and the gentle and friendly voice of the AI came from the speaker.

"Don't worry ladies, we're Steel Rescue Team 001 and you're safe."

(End of chapter)