Chen Mo, however, did not share their concerns. When it was time to save someone, he acted without hesitation, but when it was time to attack, he showed no mercy!
Although he had gone easy on those pilots who were merely following orders, Chen Mo had no intention of sparing a single one of the more than one hundred fighter jets deployed by the military!
With the old butler's cooperation, the two of them quickly shot down all the remaining fighter jets by relying on the Iron Man suits' speed advantage. White parachutes filled the sky, slowly drifting down toward the sea.
At that moment, the fleet's second wave of more than forty ship-launched missiles had already come hurtling toward them from all directions.
With the density of this wave of missiles, even simply flying through that airspace would cause considerable casualties among the more than one hundred fighter pilots floating in the air.
With the fighter jets no longer in their way, Chen Mo and the old butler could have used the Iron Man suits' tremendous speed to shake off the missiles directly. Yet not only did Chen Mo not leave, he turned around and charged at the incoming missiles once again.
Taking out those fighter jets did not mean the battle was over. To Chen Mo, today's battle had only just begun!
If the United States military wanted to capture him, then they had better be prepared for his retaliation!
Every action had consequences. The only question was whether they could bear them!
Chen Mo took the lead, and the old butler followed close behind as they charged forward.
He had first been ambushed in the warehouse, then immediately surrounded, intercepted, and attacked by more than a hundred aircraft. Even with the old butler's mild temperament, he could