The street chosen by the military had lost all its former peace and quiet.
Under the Red Giant's all-out rampage, it had been reduced to rubble!
Meanwhile, the Red Figure's primary consciousness had slowly left his body.
Without that consciousness, his body grew even more frenzied!
The military tried sending fighter jets to bombard him.
Since they were inside a city, it was difficult to equip the jets with powerful missiles.
Fortunately, Tony Stark supplied missiles from his own arsenal to help.
Otherwise, the military really would have struggled to find suitable equipment on such short notice.
The jets' attacks occasionally struck the Red Figure, but the damage those missiles inflicted vanished within seconds, as though they had never hurt him at all.
It wasn't just aircraft. In this short time, even tanks had rolled into the city.
However, they didn't dare bring the jets or tanks anywhere near the Red Figure. If they started killing each other again, they would be done for.
The military hadn't deployed these conventional mechanized units expecting their weapons to turn the tide or eliminate the Red Figure.
They only hoped to use the jets and tanks to buy time for the civilians to evacuate.
The soldiers had already inflicted heavy casualties on one another.
If civilians suffered losses as well, the military commanders would be utterly finished.
Soon, the pilots in the jets received orders to retreat.
Every pilot had only one thought.
This is fantastic!
Nobody, no matter how strong their will, wanted to fight a monster that couldn't be killed.
Especially when that monster could deal them a fatal blow at any moment.
Besides, how much were they getting paid a month? Why risk their lives?
As for what would happen after they retreated, that wasn't something these low-ranking pilots needed