Saber's original plan was to go all the way down, flatten the canyon, rescue the poor Tony Stark, and then return to the civilized world.
But after Suntas brought back the information, Saber hesitated.
Obviously, Tony was not committing suicide. He had his own plan, and it seemed that he had already started to implement it.
However, according to the comparison of the strengths of both sides, unless Tony achieved great success overnight, the chances of him surviving against over 400 ferocious rebels was infinitely close to 0% for a playboy like him who had long been hollowed out by wine and women.
This made Seiber very curious. He had interacted with Tony Stark a few times, and he knew that Tony Stark wasn't a reckless person. Since he had decided to do something, he definitely wouldn't act recklessly. So what was his trump card?
Saber rubbed his chin and looked in the direction of the canyon. It was already night, and the temperature in the desert was a little cold. But those who could stay here were not afraid of the cold.
"Are you sure he wants to break out at night?"
Saber asked again. Suntas nodded. "That's what he said. It's tonight. I think he's ready to make a move now."
"Very good!"
Seiber took out an alloy knife from the wooden box and a silver mask from his chest. He put it on his face and spoke in a low, muffled voice.
"Then, let's go help. Rescue the playboy, and then go home."
"Suntas, go and clear out the rebels! Erwin, you're in charge of blocking the exit! Harvey, you guard the car. I'll attack from the front. Guys, they're just a bunch of scumbags. Go! "
As the gray fog filled the canyon, Tony stood in the dark cave and breathed heavily. He stood there with his hands spread out. In the metal ring on his chest, the metal coaster was shining. The huge energy from the decomposition of palladium wrapped around the metal coaster like a small engine.
With the help of pulleys, the physicist Ethan was putting together a set of tactical missile shells to cover Tony's body. It was a very crude connection. It was almost like connecting pieces of cut metal plates with screws.
Just like a plate armor from the Middle Ages, the arms were two complete shells of tactical missiles. Below the metal plates, there were two sprayers that looked like water faucets. In the tactical box on the back, there was a large power generator that provided enough power for the arms. On the chest, there were two assault rifles that were connected with terrible craftsmanship. The only thing that was a little technical was the heavy hanging parts on the legs. Two terrible power systems were pieced together with chains and small engines.
This' primitive and rugged 'armor definitely weighed more than a hundred kilograms and reached an astonishing height of three and a half meters. It was impossible for a normal person to support it, so Tony and Ethan chose a more convenient internal frame, something similar to an exoskeleton. They had been busy for four days, and spent most of their time on this thing.
After the last breastplate was fastened, Ethan connected the metal coaster on Tony's chest to the engine with wires. At that moment, a huge amount of energy was converted into electricity in the wires. The seven supporting points on the entire frame were activated with the roar of the engine. Using the tactical missile's navigator, 14 chips could barely replace the role of the gyroscope to balance the output of the engine so that the clumsy iron man would not fall.
The huge, crude, and primitive armor "came to life".
Tony was like a child who had just gotten a new toy. He maneuvered the colossus for a few steps, and the ground shook as if there was an earthquake. It was completely different from the style of the armor he had originally designed. But to be honest, he could not ask for more in this situation. This thing was actually still within the tolerable range.
"Ethan, give me the helmet!"
Tony shouted. Ethan climbed onto the shelf with difficulty and held a heavy helmet with both hands. It was a helmet modified from the tip of a tactical missile that was cut open. It looked like a silver-white cone that was fastened to the head. There were two holes carved in it for observation.
It was so crude that it was a mess.
"Okay! Follow me! Ethan, protect yourself. We're going to charge out! "
Tony walked confidently to the iron door of the cave. The rebels had madly added six locks to the outside in order to imprison them. But in front of the newly created iron man, those were child's play. Tony separated his five metal fingers with some difficulty and clenched them into a fist. He gathered strength behind him and the engine behind him roared. With the huge amount of energy from the decomposition of the palladium in his chest, the metal monster exploded with unimaginable power.
Bang!
The heavy black iron door was sent flying with a single punch. The entire door was twisted beyond recognition. Even the stone walls around it were smashed open by the huge force. A few people who were smoking in the corner outside the door were caught off guard and were hit by the flying door. They were instantly turned into mosaics with blood splattering everywhere.
The kind that made people want to vomit. Tony saw it too, but he forced himself to ignore it and continued to control the heavy iron man to walk out of the cave. Ethan silently recited the Bible scriptures, picked up an assault rifle from the ground with trembling hands, and followed Tony out of the cave.
On the other hand, when the leader of the local insurgents realized that things were not going well, he had already lost all his firepower on the periphery. The number of gunmen who died in the mist was rising sharply. As Santos became more and more adept at controlling the mist, he could appear almost anywhere in the mist as soon as he activated it.
Ordinary people had no way to resist such a massacre. When the fog invaded the center of the canyon, even the fog itself was shrouded in a layer of blood that made one's body tremble.
"Damn it! Get up, all of you! "
The leader grabbed two guns and fired into the sky. The bandits, who were in a mess because of the loss of communication, got up from their beds and gathered in the center of the canyon. These bandits held guns in their hands, but they could only watch their companions go silent one after another through the communication device. They had no idea where to shoot. The night in the desert had never been so quiet and dangerous.
"Leader! Someone is coming! "
The sentry shouted. The leader, who was already in a terrible fix, turned his head and roared.
"Did the army discover us?" Shoot! Kill them! "
"No … only … only one person!"
The first line of defense in the canyon was shrouded in death. In the strange fog, Saber carried an alloy knife and walked step by step to the second line of defense. Santos's massacre continued. Frankly speaking, Saber was not interested in these ordinary people.
He wasn't a lunatic who liked to torture and kill ordinary people. He enjoyed fighting, but that was only when he was fighting against someone who was better at fighting. Facing these armed bandits, there was no sense of accomplishment in killing them.
Bang!
The sniper rifle fired, and the bullet hit Saber's face, creating a dazzling spark on the adamantium mask. The great force lifted Saber's face, but the next moment, his eyes locked on the fortress in front of him. It was a bunker. It was said that in the past, the guerrillas here used this kind of fortress to hinder the advance of the Soviet military forces.
It was close to the ground and difficult to destroy. Saber curled his legs slightly. The next moment, he rose from the ground and smashed into the bunker on the ground like a cannonball. The leader of the armed bandits saw a spot of light fall from the sky and hit the line of defense less than 150 meters away from them. The bunker was completely destroyed, and the ground shook at this moment.
Amidst the dust, under the illumination of the torches and lamps, a figure appeared. He was holding a limp corpse in his hand. With a casual toss, the corpse was smashed at the feet of the leader.
"I said … Hand over Tony Stark, and you can get lost. You're so weak that I don't even want to kill you …"
"Shoot! Shoot! "
This was the leader's first order. The next moment, a storm of bullets was fired at Saber. The flying bullets looked dreamlike under the illumination of the lights, leaving behind a series of cold halos. Saber exerted force in his legs and rushed into the crowd against the storm of bullets.
The long saber was unsheathed, and the first halo turned into a blood-red curtain. Heads and dismembered bodies danced in the air. In just an instant, more than a dozen lives were expelled from this world. This cruel slash silenced everyone present.
Saber was about to speak, but a loud noise interrupted him.
Bang!
The door of the cave where the prisoners were held was thrown open by a huge force, and a behemoth rushed out. The two guys were caught off guard and subconsciously aimed their guns at the entrance of the cave. As a result, the steel behemoth slammed into them, one in each hand. Their skulls were smashed, and red and white things were scattered everywhere.
With a wave of its big hand, the two corpses were thrown into the crowd.
Tony was still immersed in the pleasure of killing everyone. This playboy had never experienced such a cool way of making an entrance. He struck a charging pose like a football player and manipulated the huge iron man to crash into the chaotic crowd. Three guys were sent flying on the spot and smashed at Saber's feet. Judging from the way their chests were twisted, it was obvious that they would not survive.
But Tony was obviously too high. He did not even look at the situation at the scene and activated the only weapon system of the iron man in the crowd.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The machine gun mounted on Ironman's chest opened fire, causing blood to splatter. The two sprayers under the arms began to spray ignited gasoline like a long dragon of flames. Amidst Tony's maniacal laughter, the surrounding area turned into a sea of fire in an instant.
The situation changed so quickly that Saber could not react in time.
Stark, who was only venting his anger, did not notice that there was a pile of explosives and weapons piled up in the open around the defensive line. The flames were about to burn those explosives. If those things were ignited, there would be no survivors in the canyon.
This was the awkward situation when ordinary people suddenly gained power. When they could not control their power, it was easy to cause more trouble, such as this time.
Saber, who put the alloy knife behind his back, no longer watched. He rushed to the three-meter-tall iron man like a black shadow and punched the round hammer cap on Tony's head away. He tore the steel plate on the iron man's chest with both hands. Sparks flew, and he pulled the dizzy Tony out of the iron shell.
"Have you had enough?"
He glanced at Tony, who was obviously still in a state of confusion. He grabbed Ethan, who was lying on the back of the iron man, and rushed out of the defensive line like an arrow.
"Santa, mission accomplished! Let's go! "
"Boom!"
Scorching flames exploded in the canyon behind him, and the shockwave swept everything around him away. Seber carried Tony and Ethan as he sprinted out of the canyon amidst the blazing flames.
"Damn it! You destroyed my iron man! "
Tony recovered from the dizziness and slapped Saber's shoulder hard, cursing loudly.
"You bastard, that was made by me with all my heart! I wanted to use it to kill everyone! "
"Come on, without me, you would have been blown away."
Saber snorted, threw Tony aside, and flicked his finger at him. "I'm paying you back, remember!"
"Bullshit! Bullshit! "
The irritable playboy got up from the ground and waved his fist at Saber.
"I could have escaped without you. You saw the power of my iron man! I can do it too! "
"Then who asked me to save him? You bastard who doesn't know how to appreciate good intentions. Perhaps I should just leave you here and let you fend for yourself. That would be more satisfying. "
Saber grabbed him by the collar and threw the muddle-headed Tony into the military vehicle.
"Go! Don't waste time! "
The others got into the vehicle and looked back at the burning canyon. With all kinds of thoughts, they quickly disappeared into the noisy desert night.
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