The whole body was shining with red light under the reflection of the sun, and it swooped down vertically from the high altitude and approached the ground in the blink of an eye.

This person is Stark who came from thousands of miles away!

"Puff~ clang!"

The flight push device was closed, and a crisp metal impact sounded, and Stark landed smoothly on the ground.

"What is this? Robot?"

The people of Kuraruo, who were in grief and most of the armed members of the Freedom Fighters' organization, saw this suddenly from the sky and the human-shaped red iron lump.

All of them became stunned for a moment!

"Da da da da da..."

Suddenly, the gunshots of the m4 carbine sounded, and dense bullets fought against Stark, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The one who shot was a little boss with a terrified face!

This man's origin is different from the others here. He is one of the few militants who escaped the destruction of the Ten Commandments Gang.

In the previous battle at the Ten Commandments Gang base, he witnessed the Xing Feng wearing metal armor with his own eyes and ran rampant in the base without any obstacles to killing all directions.

Now Stark is here wearing Mark 3, although the appearance and color of this set are slightly different from the Iron Man in the base battle.

But he had long been imprinted with the Iron Man in his heart, and he had no time to tell the difference.

Seeing the reappearance of this source of fear, the instinctive reaction is—

Open fire, open fire, and then fire!

Stark, who was shot randomly when he landed, did not give him any face. He rushed over and rushed over as the King of Fighters 97 "Hao".

"Bang~"

It was just an ordinary Stark, who was hit by this heavy punch, was at least two or three thousand pounds.

The little leader had no room for resistance, and was directly hit by a punch, flew out of the air six or seven meters, and then pounced on the roof.

After killing this little boss, Stark rushed over without any stop and flew two militants.

"Da da da da da..."

The remaining militants finally came back to their senses, picked up the weapons in their hands, and shot wildly at the strange iron man.

With such a dense firepower, Stark gave up close combat and activated the combat system.

"Squeak...bang!sque...bang!sque..."

Stark's hands kept turning in the direction, and the arc pulse cannons in the palms of both palms continued to fire out blue and white energy pulses.

In less than three seconds!

The bodies of seven or eight militants from the Freedom Warriors were burned into a hollow.

Although there is no blood flowing out, the fluctuations in the life in the pupils feel that it dissipates quickly, and death is what is coming.

Seeing this red steel man with such fierce and perverted combat power, the remaining five militants from the Freedom Warriors were immediately scared and lost their confidence in counterattack.

They ran to the car, pointed guns at the heads of the villagers, and shouted and threatened in horror in various languages ​​that Stark could not understand.

"Jarvis, what are they talking about?"

Hearing Stark's inquiry, Jarvis translated through the translation software: "Sir, these people are threatening you to stop acting rashly. If you act again, they will kill the hostages in their hands."

"I hate others threatening me the most." Stark sneered and looked at the remaining five people, slowly put his hands on both sides of his body, and activated the micro-guided cannon with his brain waves.

"Ding bei ding bei ding bei!"

Five green aiming apertures quickly appeared on the helmet display screen, accurately locking the heads of the five terrorists one by one, turning into a red waiting state.

Taking advantage of the moment when the five militants saw Stark's hands lowered and were on guard relaxed a little...

"Squeak, puff!"

While two pieces of armor were lifted up on their shoulders, five mini guided guns were fired together, flying towards their respective locked targets at a speed faster than the bullets.

"Bang!"

Five mini guide cannons hit the target at the same time, and only one sound appeared.

The five militants who were hit were directly lifted off half of their heads and collapsed on the ground like mud.

Death can’t die again!

"ah--"

The hostages, whose faces were covered in blood, were all scared and screamed.

However, as the militants fell to the ground, the screams were instantly cut off, the joy of escaping from death and the fear of this inexplicable robot.

The hybridization and intertwining eventually turned into a kind of fear of fear!

"Leave a living oral message, and you can deal with the others yourself."

Stark said coldly, and activated the propulsion system again, and under the promotion of four energy, he rose into the sky with a handsome and handsome look.

When the Iron Man flew away and disappeared into the sky, the dozens of men in the village who were almost executed just now rushed to their heads.

All turned their eyes to the three militants who were blown away by Stark, not far from death, but not dead.

...

Stark, who rushed into the sky at high speed, got the first group of people according to the plan, and the next big move was to do it-

Blast out a free armed group's arsenal!

Turn on the flight speed of Mach 0.5 and according to the navigation of the precise guidance system, Stark quickly arrived at a gathering area at the foot of the mountain.

Capturing through the automatic identification system, the mobile launch pads of the two Jericho missiles were locked on the helmet display with aperture.

With accurate information, Stark slowed down his flight speed and prepared to land for destruction.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a howitzer hit Stark's right shoulder accurately, forming a violent explosion.

Under the shock wave of the explosion, the Mark 3's rage suit, which was flying at high speed, instantly lost its balance and fell from an altitude of two or three hundred meters.

"Boom~"

The total weight of more than 300 kilograms hit the ground from an altitude of more than 200 meters. Under the influence of gravity, it was like a shell exploded.

The ground trembled violently, and dust soared into the sky!

"Damn it."

Stark, who had zero practical experience, cursed at his carelessness in annoyance and quickly checked the damaged state of the body.

Lucky in misfortune!

The whole body is composed of today's top technology, and although the red painted outfit on the outside is burned into a large vague face, there are also holes of varying sizes on the body.

However, the internal systems have not been damaged.

It has to be said that the protection coefficient of the Mark 3 suit is slightly insufficient compared to the Mark 4 suit, but its own protection ability still has strong resistance against these modern conventional equipment.

Stark, who was attacked by a sneak attack, was upset with himself, and of course he would not be beaten in vain.

Climb out of the deep pit that was smashed, Stark faced the tank in front of him with his right hand.

"Squeak~"

The armor above the right forearm shrank to both sides, and a micro missile with a diameter of about four centimeters and a length of 20 cm was protruded out of it.

Whoosh-

At this time, the tank nearly 200 meters away fired again, and a high-explosive grenade flew at high speed.

Unfortunately, Stark was prepared this time and easily tilted his body to the right, and the grenade flew behind him.

"Puff~"

A flame ejected from the arm of Mark 3's suit, and the micro missile hit the tank accurately in the blink of an eye at a speed of more than 300 meters per second.

The micro missile was launched, and Stark turned around and walked towards the Jericho missile in the distance.

Two seconds later...

"Boom!"
Chapter completed!