At the top floor of Stark Tower, the image of that miniature missile was infinitely magnified in Tony's pupils.
Death was closing in.
He knew better than anyone how powerful that thing was. He had designed it himself; in three seconds, it would send the entire apartment floor and everyone inside it soaring into the sky!
Yet the expected explosion never came.
Just as the missile was about to touch him, a layer of deep azure light abruptly blossomed before Tony!
Psychic Ability: Psi Hand!
Psypoint, clad in full-body armor, suddenly raised a hand. A translucent giant palm formed from pure energy appeared out of thin air, precisely catching the high-speed missile in midair and holding it firmly in place.
At the same time, Psypoint's Telepathy became an invisible probe, instantly locking onto the missile's intricate detonator structure and forcibly cutting off the ignition signal in one ten-thousandth of a second!
"Clatter."
Psypoint casually tossed the missile casing onto the floor, where it made a crisp sound.
Then he slowly raised his head. His cold electronic eyes locked onto the Mark 30 "Silent" armor under Ultron's control. His Telepathy spread out again, only to encounter absolute emptiness.
He could neither sense it nor control it.
"Anti-telepathy armor?"
Psypoint paused, then sneered at Tony. "Mr. Stark, can you explain what this is? About Ultron, and this armor?"
"As you can see, there's nothing to explain." Tony's expression was grave, but he refused to back down. "What we need to consider now is dealing with this thing first."
As they spoke, the "Silent" armor had already raised its palm, and the core of its repulsor cannon flashed with searing white light!
"So now you finally remember what to call me?"
Psypoint snorted and raised a hand, deploying a deep-blue Psionic Barrier.
**Psychic