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"Don't worry, I've fucked way too many people." Hawke lit a cigarette and said, "Since you called me 'Big Brother,' I'll definitely take care of everything for you. Taking you to show off and fly high is a piece of cake!"
After saying that, Hawke turned to look at the corridor outside the door.
The next moment, in Tony and Ethan's sight, Hawke's eyes began to emit lasers, like a laser gun, firing in short bursts, each time with only a slight adjustment. Then, a chaotic cacophony of screams, gunfire, and grenade explosions erupted from outside the door… Yang…
A few minutes later, it gradually calmed down...
"See? I told you, with me here, there won't be any problems." Hawke chuckled, then looked at Tony: "Hasn't your damn progress bar finished yet? When are you going to get it done? Tony, you still say you're not a tin can? Without my help, in your current state, you'd be lucky to escape with your life."
Tony was speechless.
Because what Hawke said (Li Nuo Zhao) was actually quite reasonable. Before the Mark I was activated, it was just a useless metal can. If the Ten Rings terrorists broke in at that time, they could just take off their masks and shoot him, which would completely eliminate him. Ethan would undoubtedly be dead as well, since Ethan helped him create this "metal can" instead of making the Jericho missile as required.
Three minutes passed.
Tony finally emerged, piloting his beat-up Mark I.
This is an exoskeleton armor with a strong Soviet style, ferocious and terrifying, and very similar to the Tesla Trooper.
"Tony, these days all superheroes have nicknames. Mine is 'The King,' so how about yours is 'Magnetic Storm Trooper'?" Hawk stroked his chin and chuckled. "Magnetic Storm Trooper Tony Stark, that sounds pretty good!"
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"Screw you, the nickname 'Magnetic Storm Infantry' is too awful and doesn't suit my style at all."
Once the Mark I was activated, Tony immediately floated up and spoke to Hawke without any more polite formalities.
You, Hawk, may be powerful, but at best you're only slightly stronger, slightly more agile, slightly more defensively robust, and slightly more combat-effective than me, Mark I. Besides that, what else do you have? You! Are! What! You! Are! A! What!?
"You two wait here. Watch me go out and wreak havoc, avenging my humiliation! Once I've taken them all down and it's safe, you can come out."
"They're just a bunch of terrorists, aren't they? How dare they bully me like that? And these bastards even dared to use waterboarding on me? I'll beat the crap out of them!"
"Terrorists, your Uncle Tony is here!"
Tony piloted the Mark I, full of confidence, out of the cave.
"Ha, that's so typical of Tony!"
Ethan smiled and said.
After spending two months with Tony, I naturally saw through Tony's personality: "I'd rather die than let you show off."
"That's right, he's afraid I'll steal all his thunder."
Hawke shook his head, amused.
Under Hawke's protection, Ethan followed behind him out of the cave.
Suddenly, they saw that the outside of the cave was engulfed in flames.
As soon as Tony emerged, he activated the flamethrowers on his two steel arms, spewing intense flames at the terrorists who were firing wildly at him.
The extremely high temperature of 1000°C quickly charred those people.
These terrorists, just like in 1945, are now surrounded by familiar faces everywhere.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The remaining terrorists unleashed a barrage of bullets at the Mark I with firearms of all calibers.
Tony felt he could still hold on.
"boom--!!!"
A sudden RPG shot hit Tony's bulky Mark I, forcing him to kneel on one knee because his leg mechanism was malfunctioning.
The Mark I's defensive capabilities are quite limited. Many of the mech's external components lack protection, and it cannot overwhelm the terrorists' firepower.
"Hawk, come quick, help!"
If his leg parts malfunctioned, Tony could still hold on, but when he saw the terrorists drive an armored vehicle toward him, Tony couldn't help but panic.
If he were to be directly rammed by an armored vehicle, even if the Mark I wasn't completely destroyed, the powerful shockwave would still kill him inside the Mark I.
"Weren't you going to wreak havoc everywhere? I thought that even if you had to carry the weight of the abyss and hold up the Primal Imperial City with one hand, you, Tony, would still be invincible in the world!" Hawke couldn't help but complain, "How come you're like An Lan now, having someone else save you?"
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Hawke, however, was quick to react. He glanced at an armored vehicle that was crashing into Tony, and with a flash of heat in his eyes, he struck the fuel tank.
With a deafening roar, the armored vehicle was reduced to a fireball, the flames raging fiercely and sparks streaking across the night sky.
Hawke joined the battle.
This was undoubtedly a one-sided massacre.
When Hawke stopped firing in bursts and switched to fan-shaped firing mode, his killing efficiency became terrifyingly high. The AKs in the hands of these terrorists were no different from fire pokers.
This is a completely asymmetrical battle.
The crimson-gold rays in Hawke's eyes suddenly spread and extended, like a terrifying, enormous blade of light!
He tilted his head slightly.
Buzz—Buzz buzz buzz!
The gunfire stopped abruptly.
The once bustling battlefield instantly fell into an eerie, suffocating silence.
The massacre ended in the blink of an eye.
(agei) After a large number of the living forces were transformed into part of the fan-shaped diagram by Hawke, the few survivors, no matter how firm their faith, could only scream and run away in the face of death and fear.
Hawke, too lazy to chase after the fleeing men, went to Tony's side:
"Mr. Tony Stark, the Magnetic Storm Trooper, are you alright?"
During the battle, Tony was hit by another RPG, and the Mark I was completely out of commission.
"Of course I'm fine! Didn't you see me burn more than twenty terrorists to death? They were scared out of their wits!" Tony said stubbornly. "But are you alright? If you are, just say so, and I'll help you."
With the security threat gone and having successfully made it ashore, Tony's arrogance immediately returned.
"Okay, since you're free, I'll head back to New York."
Hawke said with a smile, and then slowly floated into the air.
"Wait! Wait!" Tony shouted urgently, "Get me out of here first!"
The Mark I is out of commission, and many of its steel parts are probably deformed. Without Hawke's help, it's hard to imagine how long it would take Ethan outside to pry open the Mark I and rescue Tony trapped inside.
The time lost is probably enough for the terrorists to react, bring reinforcements, and come here to investigate.
Does that mean Tony is doomed?
This time it probably won't be as simple as waterboarding.
"I like your stubbornness, but you have to be soft-hearted."
Hawke laughed and walked up to Tony, his eyes shooting out thin beams of heat that cut through the steel outer layer of Tony's body.
Mark I was dismantled and reduced to scrap metal.
Ethan pulled the unfortunate Tony out of there.
Tony was clearly injured; there were bloodstains on his face.
"Besides the possibility of a concussion, do you have any other injuries?"
Ethan examined Tony and asked.
"I don't know," Tony said miserably. "But I can't feel my ass, guys. Is there something wrong with my ass?"
"Your butt's perfectly fine," Hawke said quiveringly. "It's hanging in a tree!"
"what?"
Tony's eyes widened. When did he end up in a tree? Had his injuries become so severe that they caused him to experience a time-stopping event?
“Mr. Hawke is just joking with you!” Ethan, though he didn’t understand what was so funny, chuckled in agreement and said, “It’s just a simple bruise. You’ll be fine after a couple of days of rest.”
"Oh, that scared me to death."
Tony breathed a sigh of relief.
If something goes wrong with his butt, it'll be a huge problem; his reputation will be ruined!
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"Tony, I can't believe it, we actually survived."
Ethan exclaimed.
He was prepared to die, and in fact, without Hawke's help, his chances of survival were extremely slim.
“I told you, with me here, you’d have a hard time dying!” Tony recovered somewhat, propped himself up on the floor, sat up, and leaned against the steel frame next to him, saying, “Ethan, you can go back home and reunite with your family now.”
Ethan paused for a moment, a bitter look creeping onto his face, and said:
“Tony, I lied to you. My family is dead, all of them are dead. They killed these terrorists. They only spared my life because I speak multiple languages and could act as their translator. My hometown is also under the rule of the Ten Rings…”
Tony was silent for a long while before saying:
“These damned terrorists! They’ve killed so many people! Ethan, I promise you, they will all get what they deserve! I will also help you save your hometown from the Ten Rings, believe me!”
Tony is not a magnanimous person. On the contrary, he is very petty and vindictive. So, the Ten Rings offended him, and it wasn't enough for him to just run away. Once he returned to New York and further developed the Iron Man suit, he would definitely go back to Afghanistan and give these Ten Rings terrorists a devastating blow, making these rats in the gutter never dare to show their faces in the sunlight again.
At this moment, Tony also keenly noticed Ethan's self-destructive tendencies and couldn't help but try to comfort him:
"Ethan, I don't remember who said it, but true death is not the demise of the body, but being forgotten. Your family members are not dead; they live on in your memory. You must live on, carrying on their legacy!"
"That's enough, you two! I hate melodramas the most!"
Hawke, however, was too lazy to listen any longer. He grabbed Tony by the neck with one hand and Ethan by the other, and carried them into the sky like two chickens.
About ten minutes later, Hawke dumped Tony and Ethan in a vast desert:
“It’s too inelegant to travel with both of you. I’ve sent your good buddy Colonel Rhodes the coordinates. You two wait here; someone should be coming to rescue you soon.”
The sun is high.
It emitted a scorching light, its rays shining directly onto the sand, making the sand instantly scalding hot, like a fireball rolling across the ground.