The advisor frowned as he listened to Chris's furious, dignity-forgetting tirade. Still, out of professional courtesy, he suppressed his displeasure, looked at the image on the computer, and analyzed it calmly.
"His reaction speed is clearly far faster than that of an ordinary person. It's possible that the Iron Man suit has an automatic control program capable of detecting and evading attacks on its own!"
President Chris ignored the advisor. His eyes remained fixed on Iron Man as he darted rapidly across the screen. Whether they could completely reverse their current disadvantage depended on this attempt. No matter what, they had to capture Iron Man!
Otherwise, the advisors might be fine, but he himself would very likely be packing up and leaving office!
While the old butler was having the time of his life, several heavy tanks and anti-aircraft missile vehicles hidden in a separate storage area rumbled out as well.
Their thick cannon barrels and densely packed missile pods all rose, aiming at Iron Man as he weaved back and forth through the air!
Several tanks fired first. Amid thunderous roars, several slender shells shot from their barrels through blazing fire and thick smoke. As they sped forward, several tail fins suddenly sprang open around them. The infrared guidance systems in their noses locked onto the Iron Man suit in the air, and the fins rapidly adjusted, altering the shells' trajectories as they shot toward it!
Ordinary shells were clearly incapable of dealing with the agile Iron Man suit, so these tanks were all equipped with guided shells!
The shells left their barrels at over one kilometer per second—Mach 3—far faster than ordinary pistol bullets. At that moment, most of the old butler's attention was focused on dodging the overwhelming barrage of wire nets. Moreover, his mental strength was