The Iron Man suit soon flew over everyone's heads. Watching the missiles and fighter jets roar past in hot pursuit of Iron Man, everyone could not help but worry for him.
But they soon discovered that the missiles could never catch up to Iron Man. More than ten seconds later, the missiles ran out of fuel and lost power, falling farther and farther behind him before plunging toward the ground under the effects of inertia and gravity. They exploded one after another, forming a series of enormous fireballs.
Fortunately, this was the outskirts rather than downtown Los Angeles, where people and buildings were densely packed. These powerless missiles only blew up a stretch of highway and the wilderness beside it, causing no civilian casualties.
Even so, the sight left everyone secretly shaken.
"Have these people lost their minds? They actually fired missiles here. What if there were people below? Wouldn't they have been blown to pieces?"
"They could deliberately kill their own soldiers. Do you really think they care whether civilians live or die?"
"If those soldiers hadn't exposed their conspiracy so early, making it too late for them to silence them, those missiles might have landed on them instead!"
"Exactly. I think that's very possible!"
After the first wave of missile attacks failed, the fighter jets behind him did not stop. They launched a second barrage of missiles, while the aircraft closing in from the front also entered attack range and fired their missiles in succession.
The old butler could use the Iron Man suit's speed to leave the missiles behind him in the dust, but that obviously would not work against missiles flying straight at him.
Unlike the situation in the warehouse, where he had faced surface-to-air missiles, there were more missiles this time, covering a larger