Chapter 2
Iron Man? No, Kuuga, Henshin!
Tony's slap seemed to have struck some strange switch.
Good luck~ Wishing you good luck~ Good luck brings joy and love~
The festive background music seemed utterly absurd in the deathly atmosphere of the cave.
The gashapon machine was spinning wildly with colorful lights, making Tony's oil-stained face look like a disco ball.
"Damn it! Is this machine trying to make them laugh to death with noise?" Tony roared, his voice cracking.
A large hole had been cut in the iron gate, and a gun barrel was sticking out, firing wildly into the room.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
The bullet struck the rock wall, sending shards of rock flying and cutting Ethan's forehead.
"Don't rush, drawing cards should be done with a sense of ritual," Li Ang calmly commented from the corner. "Sincerity is key."
Finally, a golden gashapon rolled out of the exit.
"A golden legend!" Li Ang whistled. "Not bad, a hit on the first try."
Tony grabbed the gashapon capsule and twisted it open forcefully.
There are no high-tech weapons, no miniature nuclear bombs.
Inside, a strange belt lay quietly.
The silver base has a ruby-like spirit stone set in the center, and is surrounded by ancient inscriptions that have never been seen before.
"What is this? Is this the weapon you were talking about?"
Tony took out the belt, which looked like a large children's toy.
"How am I supposed to use it? To strangle them?"
"Put it on." Li Ang pointed to his waist. "This is the Amadam Spirit Stone, the power of all."
At this moment, the iron gate collapsed completely.
"Kill them!" Lazar roared.
More than a dozen terrorists rushed in, AK47s in hand, their dark muzzles locked onto the three people in the room.
"Don't move! Put your hands up!"
Ethan closed his eyes in despair.
Tony's hand holding the belt trembled as he stared at the gun barrels, his adrenaline surging to its peak.
"Put it on!" Leon's voice suddenly turned serious, piercing through all the noise. "Trust me, Stark, buckle the belt around your waist!"
Tony gritted his teeth and decided to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless!
He suddenly pressed the belt named Yamadam onto his waist.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
The belt seemed to come alive, extending tendrils like muscle fibers that pierced through his clothes and clamped onto his waist!
Pain? No.
It's hot!
A warm, scorching yet vibrant current surged up my spine, into my brain, and flowed through my limbs and bones.
That heart, weakened by shrapnel, was now beating as powerfully as a drum!
That's bioenergy far exceeding that of a reactor!
"This is..." Tony looked down at his hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Open fire! Kill them!"
Raza sensed something was wrong and immediately gave an order.
"Da da da da da!"
A barrage of bullets rained down like a storm.
"Make a fist with your left hand and place it at your waist, then slowly move your right hand in front of your body!"
Li Ang suddenly shouted, "Follow me! Make it look cool! This is the soul of the action! Do as I say if you don't want to die!"
In the split second of being shot, Tony Stark, the scientific genius of the Marvel universe, inexplicably listened to the words of the mysterious businessman.
Even if he felt extremely ashamed.
He subconsciously raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist, while his right hand drew a trajectory in the air before abruptly stopping in front of him.
"Henshin! (Transformation!)"
Li Ang was dubbing the scene with great dedication.
"Fuck you all!!!"
Tony let out a roar that he had suppressed for three months from deep in his throat.
His response was a red light even brighter than C4 explosives.
The light burst forth in a ring around Tony, and the bullets that were fired collided with the red light made a series of crisp clanging sounds as they were all deflected!
Wow!
The bright light faded.
The greasy, disheveled playboy was gone.
Instead, there was a dark red bio-armored warrior.
The compound eyes, like two enormous rubies, shimmered with a captivating light in the dim light.
Golden horns pierce the sky, and ancient, supernatural script is engraved on its chest.
Kamen Rider Kuuga: All-Powerful Form.
A suffocating sense of oppression instantly filled the entire cave.
"What...what kind of monster is this?"
Raza was so frightened he almost dropped the gun, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
Click!Click!
Li Ang frantically pressed the shutter button, the flash was so bright it looked like he was walking a red carpet.
"Perfect! If I send this to Little Chili, I'm sure I can get a good price for it."
Beneath the mask, Tony's world has never been so clear.
He could hear the wind whistling through rocks a hundred meters away, see the trajectory of bullets, and even feel the movement of every grain of dust in the air.
He could see the micro-expressions of terror on every terrorist's face and hear their rapid heartbeats.
power.
Infinite power.
This feeling is a million times better than driving the best sports car.
"You scum."
Tony's voice, filtered through the mask, became deep and metallic.
He lifted his foot and walked step by step toward the group of terrorists.
"Kill him! Kill him for me!!" Raza screamed in terror.
Bullets rained down again, striking the red breastplate and sending up only a series of harmless sparks.
Tony raised his right hand, glanced at the red gauntlet, and then threw a punch.
There are no fighting techniques involved, just pure strength.
The punch landed on the chest of the terrorist at the front.
boom!
The man was hit head-on by a truck traveling at 100 miles per hour; he was thrown more than ten meters away and crashed into the rock wall, where he couldn't be pulled out.
"The impact of this attack... tsk tsk."
Li Ang commented, "The several tons of punching power of the All-Powerful Form against ordinary people is like a max-level character slaughtering a newbie village."
Tony ignored Li Ang; he was simply feeling his blood boiling.
The humiliation of being kidnapped, tortured, and threatened over the past three months has now transformed into the most primal form of violent venting.
He charged into the crowd like a human tank.
There are no fancy moves, just fists and legs.
With each punch, a terrorist was sent flying.
Each kick was accompanied by the sound of bones shattering.
Watching his men fly out one by one like bowling balls, Laza finally broke down, dropped his gun, turned and ran, tumbling and crawling towards the hole.
"Trying to run away?"
Tony snorted and was about to give chase.
"Wait! Don't rush after them!"
Leon suddenly shouted, "The last one must be let go, that's procedure! Now, Stark, turn around!"
Tony was about to rush out when he heard this and stopped in his tracks.
If it were in the past, anyone who dared to order him around like that would have been thoroughly berated by him.
But at this moment, feeling the surging power within him, he developed an extremely strange sense of trust in this mysterious gashapon merchant.
"What are you doing?" Tony turned around, his red compound eyes flashing with confusion.
"Pose! That's the soul of tokusatsu dramas!"
Li Ang raised his camera, his face serious: "Give your right thumb up. Be cool, be full of hope!"
In a cave filled with wailing terrorists, under Ethan's dumbfounded gaze.
Tony hesitated for a moment, then stiffly gave the camera a thumbs up.
Click.
"Perfect, this is absolutely the peak of your looks, Stark."