With someone risking their lives to block Iron Man, Cassandra quickly caught up with Tony. The only weapon on his simple armor was a flamethrower, which could not provide any effective mid-range and long-range combat effectiveness.
Most of the time, he rushes towards the opponent with a hail of bullets, and then punches them with his big iron fist, which is not very efficient.
But from that moment on, he fell in love with the feeling of wearing high-tech armor and fighting hand-to-hand with others. Although there was still a layer of separation, it also made a weak scholar like him feel the pleasure of "punching to the flesh".
Hearing Cassandra shouting behind him, Tony felt that it was necessary to install some sound filtering equipment on the future armor. Now that the bullets were hitting his body, the inside of the armor was like frying beans vigorously, and he wanted to talk to someone.
Neither is convenient.
But with the armor in hand, Tony has no intention of turning back now. If he really stays, he may be used as a human being by Cassandra.
"Sorry, dear, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to collect the clothes hanging at home!"
Can Cassandra believe such nonsense? In her opinion, Tony is leaving her again. No matter what the reason is, he is leaving, nothing is gone.
"You damn arms dealer, can't you sell the company like me?! You are the source of misfortune! Do you have to make that money?! Stay with me!!!"
She really wanted to 'keep' Tony, so she was so angry that she raised her anti-tank rocket launcher and fired a shot behind Tony.
Although he tried his best to dodge without being hit directly, the original material for making the armor was just ordinary steel, and many places were damaged in the explosion. Tony felt that one of his arms might be broken, and shrapnel was also embedded in his legs.
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He gritted his teeth, grabbed a few grenades from the fallen soldiers in front of him, and threw them all behind him without even looking at them.
Immediately afterwards, Tony heard Cassandra's scream mixed with the explosion, but the bright light from the exit in front of him completely attracted him. He didn't care so much anymore, and opened the armor and pushed forward like a bird out of the cage.
weapon, and then the huge iron weight flew into the sky.
His ex-girlfriend turned into a viper. Tony felt that he could write a book if he returned to the United States. Although his arms and legs hurt terribly, the armor had this advantage. As long as the armor was not damaged, the people inside would turn into flesh.
Mud doesn't matter either.
There are just too many things that need to be improved on the MK1, such as unreasonable wiring and a little heat inside; insufficient shock absorption and a buzzing sound in the head; there is no aiming system, and it is better to hold a gun than a wooden stick, etc.
There may also be a bumper on the head. During the battle just now, an enemy slammed his head into the reactor on his chest. Although the opponent was naturally stunned, he himself also received a revelation.
Sure enough, in some fighting styles, the head can also be used for attack. Tony felt that the door to a new world had opened, and at this time, his mind was filled with all kinds of inspirations.
After going back, I have to find a way to integrate Jarvis's split program into the armor, so that even if I lose consciousness, it can take me home.
Tony was constantly thinking as he flew above the dense rain forest. The booster device behind him kept spitting out flames. He felt that his butt was so hot. In the future, the thrusters would have to be improved and installed on the palms and soles of his feet.
"We have flown almost a hundred kilometers now. It should be safe, right? It's just that there are forests all around. Where should I fly?" Tony said to himself in the armor. After regaining his freedom, he was actually in a good mood.
If you don't talk about the shrapnel still remaining in your heart.
In the end, he decided to keep flying north. After all, the main location he was currently in was South America. As long as he flew to North America, wouldn't he return home?
He praised himself for his wit.
However, before he could cross the sea, just when he could see the coastline with his naked eyes, the propeller behind him suddenly made a popping sound, followed by a series of common aviation accidents such as engine idling, shutdown, and fire.
"Oh...the quality of the steel is not up to par, and the propeller turbine is burned out, but maybe I can glide?"
Facts have proved that it is impossible to glide on iron weights. Even a "concrete block with wings" like the MiG-31 has little gliding distance after stalling and crashes very quickly.
He crashed in the black smoke as if swimming, his limbs struggled in the air for a few times, and then he plunged headlong onto the beach.
Fortunately, he had lowered his flying altitude beforehand, so he could be considered as flying on top of the treetops. Apart from spitting out blood and breaking his armor when he crashed from a height of several meters, there were no serious injuries.
The arm is not broken, but the position of the shoulder is a little strange. It may be that the bone is cracked and the right hand cannot use strength.
Fortunately, he had already seen the US military helicopter with the United Nations logo on the sea, flying towards him at this time.
The seawater and sand stirred up by the propeller smeared Tony's face. He turned his head and spit, and picked out the sand in his nostrils.
"The satellite detected a Mach 2 flying object flying north over the Brazilian rainforest. I guessed it was you." Black Roddy jumped out of the helicopter and ran towards Tony. He was one of the few Tonys in the military.
A true friend, a patriot: "You are seriously injured, your face is covered with blood, but it seems you will not die. I wonder if you are in the mood to hear another bad news now?"
"Haha, that's so humorous."
Tony, who had blood and sand on his face and mud, smiled awkwardly, took Roddy's hand and climbed up from the beach, holding the black man's neck like a wounded soldier on the battlefield:
"If you prepare a cheeseburger for me, I'll hear the bad news. By the way, why didn't I know when the Air Force had such an advanced satellite? Who built it?"
"It's the commercial communication satellite of Wilson Enterprises. Don't ask me, I don't understand that." Roddy carried Tony to the helicopter: "The bad news is that you have been missing for a month, and Stark Industries' stock is about to fall.
If it were the same price as toilet paper, you would have lost about $200 billion."
Tony smiled, he reluctantly got into the helicopter, leaned on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it? Don't worry, everything will be fine after I come back. Did you secretly buy my company's stocks? You should have told me earlier, I can
Sell you some insider shares."
"I'd better send you to the doctor first, you've started talking nonsense now." Roddy tied his seat belt and placed a wreath in the air with his fingers to signal the pilot to take off: "Didn't you love making money the most before?
The first time you went to the park, you had to discuss cooperation with the hot dog vendor, saying that you wanted to buy them..."
"That was before." The plane took off. Tony looked at the increasingly faint coastline below and shouted seriously: "Some people think that I can only make money by arms and am a merchant of death, but I have to show her that I, Tony
·Stark can also use inventions to benefit the world..."
Roddy pulled down the microphone next to his helmet and brought it to his mouth, and shouted to the pilot amidst the roar of the propellers: "Yes, go to Holloway Mercy General Hospital in New York."