Chapter 48
Ivan: I've prepared 5 suits of armor! Tony: Then I have 51!
At the press conference, screams and explosions intertwined to create a symphony of doomsday.
Hammer's steel soldiers aimed their guns at the fleeing crowd and swiftly reaped their lives.
One of the army-type mechs raised its arm and opened its shoulder missile bay.
boom!
A beam of blazing white laser descended from the sky, precisely piercing the reactor in the mech's chest.
The mech froze in place, then exploded into a fireball the next second.
It wasn't a laser.
There are more than a dozen!
The night sky was torn apart, and more than a dozen steel armors of various shapes swooped down, their palm cannons firing lasers that formed a net of death light, illuminating the entire square as if it were daytime.
"So many?!"
Ivan stared wide-eyed at the steel legion that suddenly appeared on the screen, completely dumbfounded.
He remembered that Tony's armor was silver-white.
Why are so many popping up now?
Moreover, the paint schemes of these armors are incredibly diverse.
Some are entirely black and red, with heavy plasma cannons mounted on their shoulders.
Some are light and slender, with folding laser cutters on both arms.
"Jarvis, tactical coordination mode."
Tony's voice came through the loudspeaker, very calm, as if he didn't consider Ivan a threat at all.
"The highest priority is protecting civilians, and the secondary goal is to show that Russian what a real iron army is."
"Received, sir."
Jarvis's voice echoed within the internal systems of every suit of armor.
The next second, the steel legion moved.
Three heavy armored vehicles painted in black and red landed, their feet striking the ground and sending up a series of sparks.
The plasma cannons on their shoulders were simultaneously charged, and blue energy orbs condensed at the muzzle.
Boom boom boom!
Three plasma cannon shells accurately hit the chests of three army-type mechs.
The metal on the mecha's chest melted instantly from the high temperature, and it collapsed to the ground with a bang in just one second.
"My God! What perfect coordination!"
Rod had just put on the Mark 5 and hadn't even had time to adjust when he was stunned by the sight before him.
Those steel-clad soldiers were like kindergarten children encountering special forces in front of the legion.
Their fighting power is on a completely different level.
"Rhodes, what are you standing there for? Follow me!"
Tony's voice came through the communication channel.
Rhodes gritted his teeth, activated the thrusters at full power, and soared into the night sky.
Although the Mark 5 was a portable model, its firepower system was by no means lacking.
Small cannonballs automatically aimed and flew out from the shoulders, while the hands spread out and fired a dozen gun barrels simultaneously.
Da da da da!
The bullets struck the armor, sending sparks flying, and casually blasted the mech's thrusters, sending the entire body spinning as it plummeted to the ground.
"Tony, you didn't tell me this thing had an aimbot!"
Rhodes's voice was filled with shock and excitement.
With the crosshair automatically locked and the ballistic correction system calculating in real time, all he had to do was pull the trigger; the rest was Jarvis's job.
"That's to prevent you from hitting the flowers and grass like Hammer's trash."
Tony chuckled, turned, and dodged a missile.
He raised his hand and fired a palm cannon.
The golden energy beam struck the missile, causing it to explode in mid-air, the flames illuminating his figure.
the other side.
Three air force-type steel soldiers circled in the air, attempting to launch an attack from high altitude.
Their missile bays opened, and six miniature missiles locked onto Tony.
Whoosh whoosh!
The missile shot out, leaving a trail of flame.
Tony didn't dodge.
The inverted triangular reactor on his chest suddenly lit up with a blinding light.
The silver symbiote armor writhed like a living thing, with dozens of silver tentacles extending from its shoulders.
The tentacles danced in the air like the fangs of a predator.
Clap clap clap!
The tentacles precisely strike each missile, swatting them away in another direction.
The missile exploded in mid-air, the flames connecting the two.
However, the whiskers did not retract.
They shot out at high speed, piercing the air intakes of three air force-type mechs.
sizzle-
The tentacles penetrate deep into the mech, wrapping around the core circuitry like vines.
The mechs' thrusters shut down simultaneously, and the three steel soldiers plummeted straight down.
Boom boom boom!
It crashed to the ground and exploded into scrap metal.
This scene was captured by countless cameras.
Tony's figure flashed by quickly in the live global broadcast.
Wherever it went, the silver tentacles swept away a steel soldier with each swing.
"This...this Iron Soldier is on a completely different level from Iron Man!"
A reporter raised his camera with trembling hands, his voice trembling.
"Iron Man! Iron Man!"
In front of the screen.
Countless viewers were stunned, and forums and social media exploded instantly.
"Fuck! Stark is the most powerful?!"
"What are those tentacles?!"
"I take back what I said before about Iron Man suits being toys for the rich..."
The scene at the expo.
The battle lasted only five minutes.
Hammer's proud fifty steel soldiers are now nothing but a pile of smoking scrap metal.
Tony hovered in mid-air, his visor activated.
With that same arrogant smile, he raised an eyebrow at the camera and swaggered backstage at the press conference.
"The performance has ended."
"I'm going to talk to that director who's hiding backstage."
Rhodes landed beside him, his visor opening to reveal a face covered in sweat.
"Tony, this is what a war machine is!"
His voice was filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster.
"Can you take me with you?"
"Stay close." Tony rolled his eyes at him and activated the thrusters.
The voice just fell.
Rumbling--
A loud bang rang out above the two men, and then they saw a figure descend from the sky.
Gravel flew everywhere.
A heavy armored vehicle, standing a full three meters tall, appeared, seemingly no less impressive than the original Iron Monger.
The visor of the cockpit opened, and Ivan spat out the toothpick from his mouth.
"Tony Stark..."
"You think you've won by beating my toy?"
Ivan swung his hands, and two whips crackling with electric arcs were unleashed.
"Now... it's my turn to shine!"