S.H.I.E.L.D. Arrives

This action quickly alerted the fire monster, who sneered at Luo Xia with disdain. The Extremis Virus granted him the ability to ignore most firearms; bullets would melt into liquid and explode upon contact with his body, much like water droplets hitting a person, significantly reducing the damage. Furthermore, the super-regeneration granted by the Extremis Virus allowed him to completely disregard such injuries.

Meanwhile, this man could rely on his physical attributes, which far exceeded those of an ordinary person, to close the distance rapidly.

Once he got close, even a single spit could burn a person to death.

It was a pity, however, that the Pulse Pistol in Luo Xia's hand was not a weapon that fired metal bullets. As Luo Xia aimed at the flaming humanoid and pulled the trigger, a series of faint, piercing sounds echoed through the air.

Pale blue pulse energy streaked across the air in a straight line, unaffected by gravity or wind, and struck the man squarely in the chest.

The expected injury did not appear; instead, it felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a heavy hammer. The high temperature within his body did nothing to mitigate the damage from this energy impact. The pulse energy, converted from AllSpark energy, was not some electromagnetic wave weapon used in modern technology to fry electronic components, but a solid mass of energy capable of inflicting real damage on matter.

It was as if a miniature grenade had detonated against his chest, blasting a large crater and exposing his glowing, red-hot ribs. For an ordinary person, this would have been a fatal wound, but his flesh was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What kind of pistol is this? The power is so great! I can take at most five shots... This was the thought that had just risen in his mind, and it was also the last thought of his life.

Because the very next moment, he was submerged by the pulse energy bullets.

This Pulse Pistol was fully automatic, after all!

Luo Xia did not hesitate and emptied the entire magazine. Facing a superhuman with the agility of the Extremis Virus, he knew the hit rate would not be high. The first shot was meant to exploit the man's arrogance; once he was on guard, it would be difficult to land a second hit.

Forty pulse bullets blasted a large crater directly into the spot where the man had been standing. Forget about a human body; even the weathered rock on the ground was shattered into fragments.

As the smoke and dust settled, Luo Xia saw the man's mangled corpse. Only the head remained barely intact, while the rest of his body had fused with the gravel and sand due to the intense heat.

Luo Xia and Tony walked over to the man, stepping on the semi-vitrified sand, and truly felt the terror of the incoming heatwave.

"What on earth is this thing?" Tony asked Luo Xia.

"Who knows? Maybe it's because he ate too much fast food and had too high a caloric intake."

Luo Xia's remark made Tony roll his eyes. If any fast-food brand had this kind of function, he would have had Pepper acquire it immediately.

"By the way, can I borrow your pistol to take a look?" Tony stared at Luo Xia with glowing eyes.

Luo Xia was generous enough to toss the Pulse Pistol directly to Tony: "It's yours, but you have to keep it a secret for me."

"Keep it a secret? Did you steal this?" Tony asked, feeling a bit strange.

For this playboy who loved the spotlight, any excellent invention or advanced technology should be known to the whole world as his own creation, so he could enjoy the worshipful gazes of the people.

Luo Xia couldn't even be bothered to explain and moved to snatch the Pulse Pistol back.

"Don't be like that, my friend, I will definitely keep it a secret for you." Tony quickly promised.

This genius scientist shouted for Luo Fei, then took the temporary robot assistant and hid in a cave to study it. Meanwhile, Luo Xia found Yinsen and asked him, "Now that we've wiped out these terrorists, the U.S. military should be able to find us, no matter how incompetent they are. Do you really intend to stay here?"

"My people need me; this is my only meaning for survival as a doctor," Yinsen said with a smile.

"A very noble ideal, but even if you are a doctor, how many people can you save? In the war on this land, neither side is righteous. The ones who can solve this problem are not the Americans, nor those so-called freedom fighters. Who knows, the next ones to persecute you might just turn out to be the Americans," Luo Xia advised Yinsen.

As a former soldier, Luo Xia always hoped that the comrades he had fought alongside could live safely and for a longer time.

"Do you know? There is a legend in my village. It says that when we face suffering and never give up, a messenger of God will descend. She is more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world, and she can heal anyone's pain and illness; even those who have just died can be resurrected by her hands. So, I really want to persist and see if this story is true," Yinsen said with full devotion.

Understanding Yinsen's persistence, Luo Xia stopped trying to persuade him. Every outstanding and great person has their own beliefs; such people are worthy of respect, and there is no need to interfere with their lives—just offering a quiet blessing is enough.

After Luo Xia and his companions eliminated the terrorists, the U.S. military seemed to have suddenly received a buff that doubled their efficiency, sending a communication request after only three days.

After confirming Tony's identity, a military helicopter descended and picked up all three of them. Under Tony's strong insistence, Luo Fei, who had transformed into an off-road vehicle, was also transported to the nearest U.S. military base by a military transport plane.

Luo Xia and Yinsen were considered individuals of unknown identity, and despite Tony's guarantee, they were still isolated in a detention room at the military base to undergo screening.

Sitting in the isolated interrogation room, Luo Xia looked with interest at the short agent with the receding hairline sitting across from him. He thought to himself, Is this unremarkable-looking person the future S.H.I.E.L.D. Director and legendary agent Coulson?

Luo Xia could only sigh that one should never judge a book by its cover.

Luo Xia stayed at the U.S. military base for several days, but he did not gain his freedom; instead, he was interrogated repeatedly to confirm his identity.

To Luo Xia's surprise, this matter had even alarmed S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Mr. Luo Xia, is there something on my face?" Phil Coulson asked curiously.

"Oh no, I'm just a bit curious about what S.H.I.E.L.D. actually is. Federal agents?" Luo Xia changed the subject.

"An international intelligence and security organization, different from your federal agents. Alright, let's get back to the point. According to the information you provided earlier, we could not find any corresponding identity information in China. Could you please explain that?" Phil Coulson said to Luo Xia.

"You didn't find it?" Luo Xia said, unsure whether to feel regret or relief.

The identity information Luo Xia had provided earlier was actually his true identity from his previous life. Deep down, he still held a tiny sliver of hope that he hadn't left his former world, that his family and friends were still alive, and that he wouldn't care even if it brought him trouble.

But judging by Coulson's reply, this was no longer that world.

"Mr. Luo Xia, we need to confirm your identity before we can accurately evaluate you. So, can you tell me your identity now?" Coulson noticed Luo Xia was a bit distracted and reminded him.