But the Fellow Countryman

Tony took off on the spot, flying toward the nearby weapons stockpile.

Those weapons had all been supplied to the terrorists by Obadiah, and every single one bore the Stark Industries logo.

For Tony, who had announced the shutdown of Stark Industries' weapons division at a press conference not long ago,

the existence of this batch of weapons was undoubtedly a vicious slap in the face. That was why he had agreed so readily to Leon's proposal to split up.

"All right."

"Which one of you is in charge here?"

As he spoke,

Leon casually turned and shot a masked Black man who had tried to sneak up behind him...

Well, actually, Leon had merely gotten lucky. The bullet grazed him and blew off his little buddy. In the end, Arcee sent him to the afterlife with a beam cannon.

The sight was—

not even a corpse remained. Truly miserable.

Yet that single shot and blast completely ignited the terrorists' savagery.

They babbled incomprehensibly, then pulled out their guns and aimed them at Leon and Arcee, opening fire in a wild barrage!

Leon symbolically raised his shield to defend himself while asking Arcee beside him, who was not even pretending to dodge, "What kind of gibberish are they speaking?"

"Dari, Pashto, Mongolian, Persian, Russian... a bit of everything. They're calling you and me monsters."

Having mastered all those languages almost instantly for Leon's sake, Arcee replied as if it were nothing.

"I see..."

"Monsters and monsters are a pretty good match, aren't they?"

Leon poked at Arcee's prison feet, then abruptly changed the subject. "But... with so many languages, no wonder they're just a bunch of low-class terrorists. They deserve to get shot!"

Leon had no interest in learning the languages of those Black men, but he still patiently remembered the main purpose of this operation.

He shouted at the people of Gemira around him—those being held hostage, hiding in the shadows, or fleeing—"Which of you is Ho Yinsen's family?"

Before coming here, Leon had checked. Yinsen's family was still alive in this world.

Since Yinsen spoke English, Leon temporarily assumed his family did too.

After a long while,

no one answered.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The terrorists' firepower continued pouring down.

But Leon ignored it completely. He even blocked several autocannon rounds for Arcee, rounds that even her Gold-Titanium Alloy body would have struggled to withstand unharmed.

During this process,

Arcee's iridescent eyes grew brighter and brighter. She gained a new understanding of just how tough... how hard her new partner Leon was.

Perhaps...

Leon was her destined partner.

After quite some time,

following nearly two and a half minutes of full firepower, the terrorists finally ran out of ammunition.

"Oh-ho~"

Leon lowered his shield with a curl of his lips. "Finished shooting?"

"..."

No one answered. There was only the sound of Adam's apples bobbing and people swallowing.

Under that concentrated barrage just now, they had not only failed to injure their enemies in the slightest, but more than a dozen comrades had been killed by bullets ricocheting off that shield.

Such a bizarre scene sent chills down their spines.

"Arcee, their threat level is at its lowest now. You know more foreign languages than I do, so go find Yinsen's family. Leave these guys to me."

"All right."

"Good luck, then."

Arcee nodded, then walked away with one hand on her hip and a graceful stride. Her last words had been meant for the terrorists.

A mighty tiger had charged into a flock of chickens whose claws had all been worn down.

The outcome spoke for itself.

"Hey, guys, any of you speak English, Japanese, or Chinese?"

"I'm from the neighborhood, here to spread some warmth. Don't panic, don't be afraid. As long as you put down your weapons, I guarantee you'll all get the American treatment."

Having said that,

Leon demonstrated his sincerity.

He walked up to a somewhat familiar bearded Black man standing among the terrorists and waved the .50 AE Desert Eagle in his hand.

Then he fired eight shots into the sky in succession. Only after emptying its theoretical maximum capacity did he say, "See? My gun has no bullets left now."

However,

the moment Leon emptied the gun,

the bearded Black man, seemingly their leader, raised a hand. The other terrorists gathered their courage and surrounded Leon, each holding a tactical knife of varying design.

As though they believed the little knives in their hands could break the defense of an enemy even autocannon fire could not penetrate.

The scene

looked to Leon

no different from Danzo stabbing Susanoo with a kunai.

—Absolutely hilarious.

One terrorist with a small mustache above his upper lip spoke fluent Japanese. "You, do Japanese-speaking work?"

"Yes!"

"Very good. There is an old saying in the Qi Kingdom: those who understand current affairs are outstanding men. I believe Your Excellency has heard it, so obediently put down your shield—"

Bang!

Finally hearing someone speak a language he understood, Leon was so moved that he rewarded him with an American-made peanut.

The terrorist who had been living the good life immediately had his head burst like a watermelon before collapsing in front of his companions.

To the terrorists who had surrounded him, that gunshot was no different from Death knocking at their door. They instantly descended into chaos, unwilling to gamble on whether Leon still had bullets in his gun.

Only...

"Hehehe!"

"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving!"

This was exactly the opportunity Leon had been waiting for.

Within 2.5 meters, anyone could become a gunslinger.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Empowered by the concept of infinite ammunition, Leon somehow made the Desert Eagle in his hand perform like a machine gun.

Every terrorist who had surrounded him was riddled with Leon's terrible aim. Each of them took at least a dozen .50 AE peanuts before finally croaking.

Only the bearded leader remained, fleeing in blind panic away from Leon.

At this moment,

he was secretly delighted.

"A bunch of idiots!"

"Good thing I'm smart. I noticed long ago that the guy with that creepy face was ninety percent suspicious. How could anyone take more than a dozen autocannon rounds and act like nothing happened?!"

"He's definitely not human. He's a monster!"

Seeing this, Leon curled his lips in amusement. Feeling playful, he gripped the barrel backward and experimentally threw the Desert Eagle at the fleeing bearded Black man as though it were a throwing weapon.

Empowered by his tremendous Superhuman strength, the Desert Eagle flew with the force of a mortar shell.

With a booming crash!

It actually broke one of the man's legs outright.

"Ahhh!"

The bearded Black man instantly collapsed, clutching his severed leg as blood gushed out and screaming in agony.

"Damn!"

"That accurate?"

Leon stared blankly at the right hand he had used to throw the Desert Eagle. He had been at least a hundred meters away from that man.

For Leon, throwing something for the first time, that degree of accuracy was simply unbelievable.

Could it be that he was exceptionally gifted at throwing things?

The more Leon thought about it, the more likely it seemed—and he immediately put it into practice!

He casually picked up an AK from the ground with an empty magazine, kneaded it into an iron ball, then switched to his left hand and deliberately aimed at the man's head.

Bang!!!

The iron ball made from the AK was thrown by Leon with the force of a cannonball, crossing the hundred-meter distance in less than 0.1 seconds.

Under Leon's eager gaze, the bearded Black man's head did not explode. Only half of his left ear vanished, blood streaming from the wound.

"The trajectory veered left..."

Leon muttered regretfully.

Still, he could now confirm his earlier guess. As long as he practiced more after returning, reaching Captain America Steve Rogers' level of throwing the Vibranium Shield should be easy.

As he thought this,

Arcee's voice came through his Bluetooth earpiece. "Leon, I've found them."

"They were hiding in a fairly concealed cellar, so those people didn't find them. Do you need me to bring them to meet up with you now?"

"No."

"Take them farther away first. Leave the rest to Tony and me."

"All right."

"Then you... be careful."

"OK."

"With you saying that, I guarantee I won't lose a single hair."

Leon promised before ending the call with Arcee.

Then he threw his shield, striking the target with precision and smashing the bearded Black man cleanly in half at the waist. He died with his eyes open, paying tribute to 2.5 Gojo and Captain Carter.

"Woohoo~ That felt great!"

For someone accustomed to shots veering left and splitting down the middle, the feeling of hitting whatever he aimed at was no less exhilarating than the instant a plane launched.

At the same time,

Leon finally remembered why that man had looked familiar. He looked exactly like the bearded minor leader from the Ten Rings base that had previously kidnapped Tony.

Leon guessed the two were probably twin brothers or something similar.

But it did not matter anymore.

After all, both were dead.

"Fight's over. Time to wrap up."

After taking two steps forward, Leon moved his mind and retrieved the tungsten steel-Vibranium Shield and Desert Eagle from exactly a hundred meters away through the system space.

Just as he was preparing to head toward Tony, a thunderous boom came from the sky. Tony crashed down in an extremely bedraggled state, landing right at Leon's feet.

Unlike when he had parted ways with Leon, the surface of the Mark 3 armor was now covered in numerous small craters, and much of its red-and-gold paint had been scraped off.

The most conspicuous was the crater left by the anti-aircraft shell that had just shot Tony down.

"Well, if it isn't Iron Man. Need a hand?"

Leon mocked Tony, who was lying in the crater, in a sarcastic tone.

"Forget it, I can handle it myself..." Tony gave it a try but failed to pull himself out of the pit. Somewhat awkwardly, he reached out to Leon.

"Actually, give me a hand, Leon."

"That's more like it."

Leon slapped his thigh, reached out, grabbed Tony's hand, and with a powerful pull, easily yanked him out of the ground.

Next,

with the brothers working together,

the remaining terrorist stragglers throughout Gemira were rooted out and eliminated one after another.

Very quickly,

all that remained were refugees whose homes had been ravaged beyond habitation.

The rescued people gathered together, surrounded Tony and Leon, and reverently knelt before them.

Leon could not understand much of what they were saying, but it was nothing more than expressions of gratitude.

"Big bro, how does being a hero feel?"

Leon asked.

"Not bad."

Tony replied,

"Aside from the initial excitement, what I feel now is more sympathy and sorrow."

"This is only the beginning. There's still much for us to do."

"That may be true, but leave the rest to Yinsen." Leon smiled. "After reuniting with his family, I'm sure he'll be highly motivated."

"True enough."

As Tony finished speaking, Leon hitched a ride with him.

Under the reverent, godlike gazes of the people of Gemira, the two brothers slowly rose into the sky.

Then,

they accelerated sideways and soon vanished beyond the horizon.