The Bullets Are Gone-If You Die, Who's Going to Pay Me?

Aaron immediately pulled Pepper around the massive pit, while Coulson followed close behind with several of his men.

Before long, the ground suddenly began to shake. Iron Monger flew up from underground and landed steadily on the ground.

"Shit! This thing can fly too," Coulson cursed.

"That's perfectly normal. Even Tony's first-generation suit, the one he escaped that cave in, could fly.

"The Iron Man Armor Obadiah redesigned is probably dozens of times better than that prototype."

As he spoke, Iron Monger aimed its right arm at the group. Its twenty-millimeter rotary cannon began spinning at high speed.

Damn it! Aaron cursed inwardly. As he turned, he drew Snake Eater from his waist.

The golden bullet fired later but arrived first, striking Iron Monger's right arm and forcing those pitch-black barrels upward by more than ten degrees.

The dense hail of bullets blasted into the night sky, and everyone narrowly escaped with their lives.

"Saved you again." Aaron took a single stride and leaped onto his motorcycle, then shouted at Pepper, "Get on!"

"What?" Pepper stared at Aaron's motorcycle in disbelief. She did not think that thing could dodge bullets.

"Get on if you don't want to die. That hunk of iron might not be able to catch me. If we hold out until Mr. Stark gets here, we still have a chance to survive.

"Coulson, split up and run. Get as far from the battlefield as possible.

"Obadiah's main target is Miss Potts. He won't care about the rest of you."

"That may not be true. You all have to die.

"Especially you. You shouldn't have helped him in Afghanistan." Obadiah's mechanical voice came from Iron Monger as it once again aimed its right arm at them.

"Coulson." Aaron spun the revolver in his hand. "I can buy us