Luke, however, continued to attack him. "With his jet launcher, the hole in the armor on the side of his leg is so big that you can stuff a hand in, and he's as slow as a pig when he flies. It's harder for me to miss a live target like this."
Tony: "…"
Luke glanced at him. "He's not dead. At most, he's a little dizzy. He might even vomit. Why don't you hurry up and take care of him? "
Tony finally snapped out of the shock of "ten million armor being no match for a two-dollar dart," and immediately lunged forward.
Watching him pull Obadiah out of the ground, Luke was lost for words. What kind of trick is this? Why didn't you use the Thousand Year Kill while your Uncle Stan's ass is in the air? You should have used something like Tendon Dislocation to remove this ugly iron bastard's mobility first. Why did you pull him out? Do you want to grab your uncle and ask why?
Sure enough, Obadiah, who had just been pulled out of the ground, reflexively kicked his nephew when he saw his "face."
Duang！
Tony was sent flying again.
Luke: … Hitting is a sign of affection and scolding is a sign of love. If that's not enough, kick! Uncle Stan's love for Tony was indeed deep. How many times had he kicked him?
"These useless technicians. The jet launcher broke in just a few minutes." Obadiah stood up shakily. He had only cursed when he vomited again.
That rollercoaster ride just now made him, who had lived like a prince, feel dizzy and nauseous.
Tony got up from the ground again. Hearing that, he couldn't help but look at Luke, who was standing quietly on the side but had been completely ignored by Obadiah.
Could it be that Obadiah's armor had even saved on external detection functions? He didn't even know that Batman had broken the jet launcher, and he was blaming the technician?
No, it was also the technician's fault for not installing an external detection device. Obadiah didn't seem to be blaming the wrong person. Tony looked at the bat dart that only had a sharp tip sticking out of the right leg of Obadiah's armor, and muttered to himself as he gasped for breath.
Of the three people on the field, one was dizzy and wanted to vomit, one didn't have enough energy, and one had successfully avoided aggro and continued to hide. For a moment, it was strangely quiet.
In the end, Tony was more courageous and courageous than Obadiah. After catching his breath, he finally stepped forward to fight his cheap uncle again.
Looking at Tony, who was punching Obadiah, Luke really wanted to take out a lollipop and watch the show.
One of Obadiah's jets was broken, and it wouldn't be that easy to escape.
As Obadiah, who had been with Tony for decades and had always been regarded as an uncle by the young master, Tony really wanted to kill him now.
However, if someone else did it, Tony might not be grateful after his anger subsided.
Humans were such complicated animals.
That was also why Luke hadn't used his ability to instantly kill Obadiah at the beginning.
In any case, even if Obadiah survived this time, he would only provide Luke with another person to farm credit on.
He didn't want to be hated by the young master for doing a good deed.
While Luke was watching the uncle and nephew fight, three people ran over from the 16th lab.
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Although he cursed inwardly, not only was a certain agent alive, he wasn't injured at all.
The three of them hid nearby, and only the leader walked over to him and asked, "You … aren't going to help?"
Luke didn't even turn around. He simply said, "Did you help? Did you catch Obadiah? Agent Coulson, it's not like you to be too impatient. "
It was none other than Phil Coulson.
Hearing Luke's words, he said bitterly, "Two of my men were killed by Obadiah."
Luke said, "Let me ask you first. What are you going to do with Obadiah's armor?"
Phil said solemnly, "We'll take it and seal it."
Luke was lost for words. Wouldn't that be giving it to Hydra?
In fact, Iron Monger wasn't very valuable. The only thing that was really valuable was the second-generation ark reactor.
With that thing, he could easily make the idea of flying bricks, and it wouldn't be too difficult to make other armors.
Thinking that, he made up his mind: he had to deal with the second-generation ark reactor later, and couldn't let it fall into Hydra's S.H.I.E.L.D. branch.
The ark reactor was currently something that could be mass-produced with Earth's technology. It could be applied to all kinds of weapons and equipment on a large scale, and was more practical than any Cosmic Cube.
There was only one Cosmic Cube in the entire universe, and too many people had their eyes on it. The major countries had a lot of raw materials for the ark reactor.
It went without saying which of the two was more cost-effective.
Luke nodded. "Got it. I'll call it a day."
Phil: "Huh?"
On the other side, the two tin men, one big and one small, kept fighting each other all the way back to the roof of the laboratory in District 16.
Tony, the brat, was clearly at a disadvantage, and was forced to hide from the bear-like Uncle Stan.
The jet and pulse cannons didn't have enough energy, and he was at a disadvantage in terms of size and strength. Tony could only fight as he ran.
While two people with a "weak presence" were chatting on the side, he decisively asked his most trusted friends and family for help. "Pepper, are you there?"
Pepper, who had been online the whole time, instantly replied, "Yes."
"I need you to go to the lab and overload the large reactor so that its energy overflows," said Tony.
Pepper: "Okay, I'll be right there."
Pepper, who had already hidden back in the lab, quickly stood in front of the large reactor and followed Tony's instructions.
"And then?" asked Pepper, who was done with the preparations.
"When I tell you to start, press the red button to overload it and hide far away." As Tony spoke, he peeked around the corner at Obadiah, who was looking left and right, trying to find him.
"The energy system still has 5% left. It's about to fall below the minimum requirements for the armor to operate," Jarvis reminded him.
Tony took a deep breath. He knew that he couldn't hold on any longer, and could only take a gamble.
What was Batman doing? Like Obadiah, he had already forgotten.
The uncle and nephew, who loved to kill each other, only had eyes for each other at that moment.
He suddenly rushed out and kicked Iron Tyrant's round and square face.
Obadiah didn't think much of it. He had long since realized that Tony couldn't break through Iron Monger's defense, so he just reached out and grabbed him.
Tony, on the other hand, used Iron Monger's face as leverage to flip backward and land on the roof of the laboratory in District 16.
Obadiah rushed over and stopped when he saw the transparent ceiling. He raised the machine gun in his arm and fired at Tony, shattering the ceiling.
Tony rolled to the other side of the transparent ceiling and shouted at Pepper, "Start."
Pepper didn't attack. "You're still up there."
As he dodged Obadiah's shots, he urged, "There's no time. This is our last chance."
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