He-El's eyes were slightly narrowed and his face was calm. As far as he could see, there were eleven small missiles chasing Tony Stark.
He-El retreated calmly, raised his automatic sniper rifle, and fired nine shots in a row, blasting the first nine small missiles chasing Tony·Stark.
Nine fireballs exploded in the sky, forming a string of fireball beads.
After destroying nine small missiles, He-El stepped back. In the base of Freedom Fighters in front of him, missiles were already inserted into the weapons and ammunition depot on the roadside, and seven missiles were shooting towards him, spraying thick white exhaust gas.
He-El pressed down the automatic pursuit rifle in his hand. As he retreated, the automatic sniper rifle fired "bang bang bang" and exploded the small missiles that were shooting towards him.
Seven consecutive small missiles exploded on the road of the Freedom Fighters base, detonating the weapons and ammunition depots on the roadside, and the sound of continuous booming explosions rose.
The scorching fireball surged out toward the base gate, so hot that He-El's skin felt stinging.
It only took a moment to deal with the small missiles aimed at him. He-El looked calm and faced the Freedom Fighters base that continued to explode. He continued to retreat and raised the automatic sniper rifle in his hand high, pointing at the remaining two small missiles chasing Tony·Stark in the sky.
The two small missiles are already very close to Tony·Stark.
He-El calculated the differences in wind direction, temperature, and distance in an instant, and pulled the trigger twice in succession.
After pulling the trigger twice, He-El no longer paid attention to the sky.
He turned around and took the automatic sniper rifle with his back to the roaring explosion flames of the Freedom Fighters base. With his black hair blowing in the desert wind, he walked towards the Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle.
"Please, please, faster, faster!!! Faster!!"
In the sky, Tony·Stark, who were flying, vaguely felt that a small missile was about to catch up with them, and they prayed that they could go faster.
suddenly.
"Boom, boom" two huge and violent explosions went up.
Tony·Stark could clearly feel that the two small missiles did not hit him closely, so it must have been the Shinsō shooter who blew up the small missiles chasing him and saved himself.
Just when joy arose in his heart, the concussive impact of the explosion of the two small missiles was too strong due to the too close distance. The direct impact caused the circuits in the steel armor to break and malfunction, and the propulsion device under his feet was destroyed.
The propulsion device under the steel armor spewed out white gas flames, flickered twice, and then exploded in the air with a small 'bang bang' sound, causing smoke to rise.
The steel armor drew a long parabola and began to fall towards the desert.
He-El came to the Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle and glanced at Tony·Stark, which was falling parabolically in the sky. He glanced at it and calculated his landing point.
Straight ahead, He-El opened the car door, sat on the driver's seat, threw the automatic sniper rifle back into the car, started the vehicle, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and headed in the direction of Tony·Stark. He picked up a bottle of clean water with the other hand, poured himself down from the head, and drank a lot of water with his throat rumbling.
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Tony·Stark fell to the desert, and the steel armor fell apart and fell into parts all around. He was confused inside the remaining steel armor, spinning in a daze, dizzy, and struggled weakly for two times, but was unable to struggle.
A Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle came to him. He-El opened the door, stepped on the desert sand with bare feet, glanced at the steel armor parts around him, looked at the dazed Tony·Stark, and stretched out his hand to him, "Are you okay?"
Tony·Stark was shaken by the small missile and his vision was still blurry. He subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, but his hand fell down weakly. He-El caught his hand and lifted it up.
"Brother." Tony·Stark was lifted up by He-El, leaning on He-El's broad and strong chest muscles, and said unsteadily.
He-El pushed him into the passenger seat and replied lightly, "I was afraid that you would feel inferior, so I covered it with a cloth."
Returning to the driver's seat, He-El started the Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle and drove towards that location in the direction in which the first two Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicles, Freedom Fighters, he encountered came from.
Tony·Stark sat in the passenger seat and laughed desperately. It took him a while to recover. As a result, He-El poured the water he handed to him on his face, washed his face with his hands, and then drank the water with a loud gulp. His stomach was slightly swollen when he drank, and then he came to his senses and exhaled heavily.
"Thank you!" Tony·Stark dropped the water bottle, pressed his face with his hands, and breathed heavily. The thrill of escaping from death made him exhale in various ways.
"I accept your thanks."
He-El nodded, looked towards the front windshield, saw the undulating desert environment in the distance, and calculated in his mind how much time it would take to reach the town.
It's really hard to calculate time in a deserted desert, but it shouldn't be too far for the two Freedom Chariots to come from this way.
"You are the mercenary that Obadiah came to rescue me? The cyborg of US Military? Can they now produce biological weapons as outstanding as you?"
Tony·Stark released his hands from his face and looked at He-El. He saw the unique sexiness and charm exuded by He-El's strong body. There was a large bruise on the muscles on his shoulders, which was an injury caused by the recoil of an automatic sniper rifle.
There are no broken bones or large areas of swelling and bruises, which is the level of bruises. This body is already strong enough.
Coupled with He-El's overly sexy and perfect body with muscular lines, Tony·Stark has reason to suspect that he is a cyborg.
Because there is no one more charming than me in this world.
"I have nothing to do with you." He-El said calmly.
Tony·Stark looked puzzled, and did not pursue the inquiry any further. When his eyes retracted, he passed by the back of the car and saw the weapon with Stark Industries printed on it. His eyes flashed with sadness.
It was the weapon made by Stark Industries, which almost prevented him from getting out of that cave.
Why do weapons made by Stark Industries appear in the hands of these Freedom Fighters?
Aren't these weapons manufactured to protect the United States people and maintain world peace?
He leaned heavily on the back of the chair, feeling a little weak. He closed his eyes and showed sadness. He recalled Yinsen and couldn't help but said sadly:
"Why didn't you show up sooner!?"
If you show up early, you can massacre the entire base by yourself, and Yinsen won't have to die...
He-El suddenly stepped on the brakes, causing Tony·Stark's head to tilt forward, interrupting his sadness.
"Get off the car!" He-El said coldly with no expression on his face.
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Tony·Stark's head flashed with doubtful questions.
He-El opened the driver's door, went to the passenger seat, and took out Tony·Stark.
"No, no, no, no, sorry, what do you want to do? Don't do this, this is a desert, no, no, what do you want? I can give it to you. No, no, no, no..."
Tony·Stark looked around at the long yellow sand with a look of despair, watching He-El return to the driver's seat, driving the Jeep Wrangler off-road vehicle, leaving two car marks on the yellow sand, and drove away from a distance.