'Bang'
The bullet broke through the air and shot out from the deep black hole. The bullet rotated red and hit the chest side of Tony·Stark, hitting the armor.
Tony·Stark's visor covered it early, his pupils lit up, and the bullets scratched his visor.
Tony·Stark was instantly stimulated and woke up. He recovered from his drunken state and had clear thoughts in his mind.
"Are you crazy? Did you shoot at me?" Tony·Stark I can't believe that someone is such a fool and shoots at his own armor. What a fool he must be to do this.
See the behavior of He-El.
Tony·Stark laughed.
He then raised the corners of his mouth, with a slightly teasing tone, and said teasingly, "Man, your marksmanship is not good in front of me."
Doesn't he know that Iron Man is invulnerable?
Do you still think that a small pistol can hurt you?
Do you still think that an automatic sniper rifle can eliminate terrorist bases like before? I can do it now, with the power of wisdom!
Tony·Stark's face in the hood smiled.
Things are different now.
He faced He-El, regained a victory, and vented his anger at being left behind in the desert. He was in a very happy and teasing mood, and even wanted to dance to celebrate.
Tony·Stark stretched his armor on the spot and started to perform a self-promotion dance with a smile.
"Disarm!" He-El glanced at him, took a wine glass from the corner of the bar, and poured himself a glass of milk.
The next moment.
"Open Shikai to disarm." JARVIS's voice sounded mercilessly in Tony·Stark's ears.
Tony·Stark's happy mood did not last long, and he was stunned like a goose on the spot. He felt that JARVIS had taken over the control of the armor and began to expand the joint protection.
"No no no no no...JARVIS What are you doing?"
"Didn't the defense system detect the manipulation?"
"JARVIS, restart the system!"
However, JARVIS didn't seem to hear it and began to unfold the armor. The entire armor spread out like snake scales. Built-in ailerons and flaps were displayed on the legs and back. Six-tube mini-missiles were raised on the shoulders. Micro-missiles were hidden in the arms. The shoulder armor, back armor, leg armor, plastron and other armor joints were opened in a row, revealing the fastening machinery inside.
JARVIS controlled the armor, using the armored fingers as mechanical engineering arms to unscrew various tight screws one by one to fix the positions.
'Bang---'
Starting from the arms, the screws that fixed the arm armor of the steel armor were unscrewed, and the parts fell to the ground, revealing the white arms of Tony·Stark.
Continuously, the armor on the chest and abdomen fell heavily to the ground. The shoulder armor, back armor, turbinates, leg armor, and even the armor on the crotch all fell off one by one. Tony Stark inside was unable to do anything. He called Jarvis in a panic and got no response. He could only be carried by the armor and forced to open his hands.
Finally, JARVIS went offline, the light in the visor's pupils went out, and fell to the ground, revealing the shocked and bewildered faces of Tony·Stark.
He opened his hands with no hair, and his body was covered with hideous black and blue veins from the reactor position on his chest. It was very ugly and terrifying, and his face looked like the Joker staring at He-El.
"How did you deactivate Mark 3?"
"Why did JARVIS obey your orders?"
"How did you control JARVIS? Impossible, JARVIS was created by me. How did you bypass JARVIS's security protocol and defense system?"
Compared with the slight shame, Tony·Stark finds it even more difficult to accept that everything he created was destroyed in front of He-El. This proves that his ability and wisdom have been directly crushed.
This kind of thing makes it difficult for Tony·Stark, who has always been pretentious, to accept it.
He-El calmly dipped his lips into the milk cup, took a sip of the milk with milky fragrance, raised the TP9 Tactical Pistol in his hand, and pointed at Tony·Stark.
Tony·Stark His neck stiffened and his face became tense.
"This is no joke. I admit that I was a bit arrogant just now, and..." Without Mark 3 armor, a bullet is enough to kill him. Tony·Stark's face changed directly.
'Bang!' The bullet hit Tony·Stark's feet, startling him, and he jumped quickly.
"Don't be impulsive..." Tony·Stark shouted, He-El is not a kind person.
Just by saying a few words, he threw himself into the desert and walked in the desert until he almost died of dehydration.
Now that he is showing off his power and invades his place, even if he breaks his legs or beats him to death, it is an act that the law cannot convict.
Tony·Stark does not want Stark Industries and Super Technology Group to compete as legal teams.
Then, "Bang bang bang bang bang..." gunfire sounded, and all the bullets hit the ground at his feet.
"Ouch!"
Tony·Stark jumped like an ant on a hot pot, and several hot bullets shot up. He was stepped on by his ant steps, causing blisters under his feet, and he howled miserably.
The gunfire stopped, and wisps of smoke rose from the bullets flying everywhere.
Tony·Stark gasped, sweating on his forehead, standing on one leg with a twisted face, bending the other leg, opening the sole of his foot, and quickly flicked away the hot bullets stuck to the skin of the sole of his foot.
He flicked the hot bullet cup away, tearing the skin on the soles of his feet. He grinned in pain, with a ferocious face, and blew air toward the soles of his feet with all his strength.
"Broken windows, invaded my home, what do you want to do, Iron Man? Tony·Stark!" He-El took a sip of milk, put down the cup, glanced at the shattered floor-to-ceiling glass, and asked flatly.
Normal people would not use the floor-to-ceiling glass to enter other people's homes when they come to them.
He-El asked himself that he had little or no interaction with Tony·Stark; Tony·Stark was pretentious, narcissistic and confident, and would not be the person who would seek help from him, so He-El really couldn't guess why this person who thought he was about to die came to him.
"Damn! Send*****"
Tony·Stark cursed, his face was distorted and he cursed a few words, his eyes were angry, smelling of alcohol, and he was full of momentum. He turned his feet sideways ferociously and walked toward He-El, cursing as he walked:
"I originally wanted to celebrate my last birthday and come here to apologize for my inappropriate words and deeds in the desert. You saved me. I shouldn't blame you for being late, but! Now! Now!!
I! No! Apologize!!
He-El, you bastard!"
Tony·Stark's face was distorted, he was cursing, and the louder he spoke, his face was red with anger and he walked towards He-El. He walked up to He-El angrily and roared out.
He-El raised TP9 Tactical Pistol and pressed the muzzle of the gun between Tony·Stark's eyebrows.
Tony·Stark's eyes widened.