For a moment, Tony felt a tightness in his chest, and he felt like he was about to suffocate. He flew out with Dr. Hansen in his arms.
Outside the house, on the beach, the four portable missile launchers on the two yachts were constantly firing small missiles at the seaside villa.
Each yacht had two quadruple launchers in front and back. One person controlled the yacht, and the other two took turns firing. It looked like they were going to raze the villa to the ground.
In fact, that was exactly what they were planning to do.
In order to give Tony a "surprise," the two yachts approached at a normal speed, and the people on them were wearing ordinary T-shirts and jeans.
The launchers were covered with something that looked like sunshades.
In any case, these portable quadruple launchers weren't big, and were about the size of an extra large suitcase.
The surveillance work was handed over to a helicopter in the distance. There were no weapons on it, and it didn't approach. It only existed as an eye to provide intelligence to the two yachts below.
That way, Jarvis wouldn't be able to detect anything unusual.
After all, a lot of yachts passed by here every day, and a lot of people saw the cool appearance of the villa and simply drove their yachts around it to admire it.
Tony's seaside villa wasn't completely defenseless, but he couldn't have expected it to be bombarded by dozens of missiles.
Unless Tony converted the villa into a military fortress and equipped it with a missile defense system, it wouldn't be aesthetically pleasing.
If that really happened, the best choice would be to put on the armor and kill the enemy instead of protecting the villa.
The tycoon was in such a miserable state because he had brought it upon himself.
If someone else wanted revenge on Batman, they would first have to know the address of the bat cave.
Tony, on the other hand, had blown himself up to be humiliated.
…
The attackers didn't pause at all when they started attacking.
On the surface of the sea more than a hundred meters away from the villa, small missiles whizzed through the air and hit the villa, as if there was a large-scale demolition.
Inside the villa, Tony hugged Dr. Hansen and curled up into a ball, trying not to expose the back of his head to the impact of the explosion.
Countless debris, driven by the shock wave, hit the nano armor on his back.
After Tony and Dr. Hansen were sent flying by a piece of cement that weighed a hundred kilograms, he finally couldn't help but vomit blood. Half of the female doctor's face immediately turned red.
Tony cursed inwardly.
This nano armor was just an experimental product, and it couldn't compare to the Mark armor at all.
What depressed him was that any of the dozens of Mark armors in the underground laboratory could turn the tables on him.
Unfortunately, most of these armors were experimental products. They either didn't have remote control or no power source.
Only the brand-new Mark 42 Prodigal had remote control, split movement, and automatic assembly functions.
But the spare power source of the components wasn't enough to break through the collapsing villa.
Tony regretted that he had been studying Pim particles for a few days, but he had not installed a miniaturized reactor for Langzi. That was because the technology was too imperfect.
Otherwise, Jarvis could turn it into a missile and an iron fist and smash the two yachts on the sea.
Tony, who was severely injured, gradually lost consciousness. He could only try his best to hold Dr. Hansen. After rushing to the corner of the pillar in the hall, he passed out.
Dr. Hansen, who was on top of him, patted Tony's back in panic. "Tony, Tony, don't …"
At that moment, a missile was fired into the broken hall, and the shockwave knocked down a large part of the wall. Then, the pillar in the hall tilted and collapsed.
Dr. Hansen could only stare at the pillar as it fell and scream, "Ahhhhh!"
Jarvis's voice echoed in the ruined basement. "Sir, how are you?"
"No response. The life detection system is extremely unstable. The level of danger is extremely high."
"Activate the emergency plan and send a request for help to Mr. Bruce."
In fact, Luke knew that Tony had been beaten up.
That was because the attacker's helicopter had filmed the destruction of the seaside villa and sent it to the TV station.
Tony was Luke's highest priority, so Fu immediately informed Luke of the news.
As Jarvis explained the attack and Tony's worrying physical condition, a transit drone took off in Kansas and quickly set up a mental terminal signal channel between the east and west coasts of the United States.
Next to Santa Monica Beach in Los Angeles, less than thirty kilometers away from Malibu, a dusty secret warehouse opened. Two highly realistic human prototypes got into a sports car and headed for Malibu in the west.
In less than ten minutes, the black sports car drifted into the entrance of the seaside villa.
The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground made the six masked attackers who were searching in the ruins turn their heads to look at the passage.
Before the black sports car came to a stop, a figure jumped out of the sunroof with a 0.50 heavy machine gun in his hands, which spewed out fierce flames.
Amidst the muffled thuds, the two masked attackers who were close to the door and standing relatively close to it were cut in half.
The remaining four criminals were shocked. Before they could react, another figure jumped out of the driver's seat of the sports car.
It was the same heavy machine gun, the same sizzling sound, and the two of them were standing on high ground. This time, it was destroyed.
The last two people behind the ruins of the villa looked at each other. One of them gestured, and the two of them ran off the cliff and jumped into the sea.
At the same time, Luke, who was remotely controlling the two prototypes, discovered that the guy who had been cut in half earlier was actually recovering quickly.
Their upper bodies turned fiery red like magma. Fiery red parts grew out of their dismembered waists, and five seconds later, hip joints could be seen.
Was this … a fiery man? Luke raised an eyebrow, and the two prototypes split up.
One of them guarded the two criminals, while the other leapt around the side of the ruins to look for the other two ambushers who had been crippled.
After another five seconds, Luke looked at the two guys who had recovered to their calves. The recovery speed test was over, and it was time to disassemble them with brute force.
Curling his lip, he pulled the trigger again.
Bang, bang, bang!
Two of the criminals who tried to crawl to temporarily dodge and delay the recovery of their feet were completely blown up by a string of bullets.
This time, Luke shot from beginning to end without missing a single target. The two attackers were directly blown into smithereens.
The fiery red body pieces seemed to sense the danger of death, and quickly brightened as they desperately tried to recover their bodies.
But it was all in vain.
In less than two seconds, they had reached a certain limit, and with a dazzling flash of white light, they exploded and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
A few seconds later, the prototype that had circled around to the back blew up the other two injured attackers.
Seeing that the two remaining criminals had already fled several hundred meters away on the yacht, Luke snorted coldly and didn't give chase.
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