Dismantling Iron Monger

The bullet storm's suppression continued, but Obadiah Stane had seen through it.

These bullets could not hurt him at all.

So, he kept one hand over his faceplate and waited for the gunfire to end.

Once it did, it would naturally be time for his counterattack.

But he failed to notice that the Tyrants were also steadily advancing as they fired.

In this short time, the distance between both sides had shrunk from a hundred meters to less than fifty.

Ordinary Tyrants were supposed to be remotely controlled by humans.

But these Tyrants were not ordinary products.

The Tyrants in the laboratory were still being cultivated.

These ones had all been cultivated through the system.

Directly controlled by Noah, coupled with their innate combat instincts, the Tyrants had become exceptionally terrifying.

Incidentally, he also had to thank that big man from the Irish Mob.

The man's physical qualities were outstanding.

Although cloning his body in the laboratory was difficult and still required further research.

The system could directly bypass some of those difficulties.

Of the three Tyrants here, one was the Tyrant previously used to wipe out the Irish Mob.

The other two were improved new models.

Their strength was even more terrifying than that of the one that had stormed into the Irish Mob.

Noah controlled the three Tyrants, using the bullet storm's suppression to close in on Iron Monger.

He knew very well that Iron Monger could fly.

And against a flying enemy, Tyrants were nothing but live targets.

Naturally, he could not allow that to happen.

Finally...

The sound of bullets pouring out ceased, leaving only the whir of the red-hot gun barrels spinning.

A cold smile appeared on Obadiah Stane's face.

But when he raised his head, he saw the three Tyrants already charging toward him in long strides.

Obadiah Stane's expression did not change.

They wanted to fight up close?

Then let them try.

His Iron Monger was invincible!

Boom!

Like the collision of two colossal beasts.

The first Tyrant slammed directly into Iron Monger.

The terrifying force of the two sent the nearby cars trembling.

"Die!"

Obadiah Stane's face twisted as he tried to use Iron Monger's terrifying strength to tear the monster apart.

Yet although Iron Monger did suppress it, the crushing advantage he had imagined never materialized.

At the same time, the other two Tyrants had already rushed over.

Wielding enormous alloy battle axes, they smashed them down at him.

Obadiah Stane's expression changed, and he immediately dodged.

But how could the Tyrant locked in a stalemate with him possibly let him retreat as he wished?

Obadiah Stane cursed inwardly, then fired missiles from his shoulders.

Only then did he blast the Tyrant before him away.

But at the same time, the two alloy battle axes came chopping down.

Obadiah Stane dodged with all his strength, but one of the axes still severed half of Iron Monger's arm.

The other axe did not achieve such a good result, but it still sent sparks flying and exposed the wiring inside.

Most importantly, the Tyrant that had just been blasted away had not died!

Although the point-blank missile had severely injured it, it still managed to stand back up.

Terrifying survivability, terrifying combat ability!

At that moment, cold sweat appeared on Obadiah Stane's forehead.

Big trouble!

Meanwhile, Coulson's eyes lit up.

Good stuff!

He just wondered how much it would cost.

Tony Stark's eyes were filled with gravity as well.

Noah watched the scene with a smile.

If Obadiah Stane had not tried to attack earlier and had chosen to take off and flee directly, he might still have had a sliver of hope.

But now, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.

The terrifying suppressive power of the three Tyrants had the Iron Monger completely pinned down.

In less than half a minute, the immensely powerful Iron Monger had been torn apart.

The battle ended. Noah looked at Tony Stark and said, "So, what do you think? Are my little guys enough to scratch your itch?"

Noah could not see the expression beneath Tony Stark's helmet, but they could hear the change in Tony Stark's voice.

"These little guys aren't bad, but there's still a huge gap between them and me.

That big fellow is useless aside from being huge.

If it were me, I wouldn't give your little guys any room to get close.

By the way, what are these things called?"

The corner of Noah's mouth curled up.

If you didn't care, would you ask their names?

"Tyrants!"

Noah said.

Tony Stark remembered the name.

Then he said disdainfully, "Just wait. I'll be upgrading my armor soon. By then, your big toys still won't be enough to scratch my itch."

Noah chuckled.

"These are only prototypes, not the final models. Besides, the Tyrants' potential hasn't been fully brought out yet."

Coulson listened to the two of them argue. He had no idea which one was stronger or weaker.

But it seemed that both had their own advantages.

Tony Stark's armor was every man's dream.

Noah Allen's Tyrants, on the other hand, had shocked him with their brutal fighting.

All he wanted to know now was how much it would cost to acquire these big fellows!

But he also knew that now was not the time to talk business.

With the battle over, Noah obtained firsthand data from the Tyrants' combat performance.

This batch of data was far more straightforward than the data from wiping out the Irish Mob.

Before leaving, he did not forget to mock Tony Stark.

"Hey, have you figured out how you're going to repay the favor you owe me?"

Tony Stark said nothing.

After fighting for so long and being mocked by Noah Allen several times, he only wanted to curse now.

After getting into the car, Noah thought of something else and added, "Don't expose me over what happened today.

The Tyrants haven't reached their final form yet, so this needs to stay confidential."

"Got it."

Tony Stark replied sullenly.

His mouth was stubborn, but he was not someone who failed to appreciate kindness.

Noah glanced at Coulson.

Then Frank stepped on the gas, and the two of them drove away with the Tyrants whose testing had been completed.

No doubt the bald guy would soon learn about the Tyrants.

Back at the company, they transported the Tyrants into the laboratory.

When Elvis saw those massive machines, his face was full of shock.

"Boss, th-these are..."

"Tyrant."

Noah answered calmly.

"How is that possible? The Tyrant is still being cultivated—how could there already be a finished product?!"

Elvis nearly lost his voice.

Noah did not respond. He merely said, "These are the Tyrant's combat data, along with some adjustment data. Take a look."

As he spoke, Noah handed Elvis a set of documents and the video he had just recorded.

As for the Tyrant's origin, he was not worried that Elvis would investigate it too deeply.

No one could discover that he possessed a system.

Sometimes, mystery was the best deterrent.

He did not need much—just six months of intimidation. Then he could use the system to turn potential into real strength.

Of course, mystery alone without tangible power would inevitably draw even more covetous eyes.

Only by remaining unfathomable, while crushing anyone who dared reach out with thunderous force, could he achieve the desired effect.

And he happened to be the latter.

The system was his greatest trump card!

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