The morning sun rose from the sea.
On the magnificent waves of the sea, it reflected a bright glimmer, but it had a hint of warm gold.
Marbury's coastline, on a cliff.
This was Tony Stark's villa.
"Zi... Buzz!"
In the basement of the villa, tiny electric lights kept flashing.
Tony, who was wearing a singlet, was focused on the computer screen.
In the various areas of the basement, on the mechanical support.
The Steel Armor, which was almost completed, was quietly placed on top of it.
It had been eight days since Tony was rescued.
And now, what was almost complete was Tony's first set of armor.
Mark3 Steel Armor.
The Mark3 was the first armor to be colored. The color was the famous, classic red and yellow, and the color theme was derived from Tony's classic car.
The surface of the Mark2's armor would freeze at high altitudes, but the Mark3's armor was perfectly resolved after changing the material.
The Mark3 armor was equipped with an aiming system that could lock onto multiple targets at the same time, and then use the double-shoulder six-barreled mini cannon to kill the target.
The armored arm hid a miniature missile.
"Crack!"
Tony, who was sitting in front of the computer, looked at the loading progress bar and completed it.
All the procedures had been completed.
Standing up, a glimmer of light flashed in Tony's eyes.
"I'm done. Next, I'll go and eliminate those terrorists!”
He quickly changed into his battle suit.
Tony stood on the warframe dressing table with a serious face.
"Jarvis, help me put on the Mark3!”
"Alright, Tony!"
"Ka!"
With the help of the mechanical arm, the parts of the Iron Armor started from the legs.
One by one, he put on the suit. In less than half a minute, Tony had finished putting on the suit.
Tony, who was dressed in a cool gold and red color scheme, exuded a cold and powerful aura.
"Ka!"
Tony's voice came from the armor suit as he walked out of the armor donning platform.
"Jarvis, is the newly confirmed terrorist base still there?”
"Enter the address into the Mark3 and prepare for automatic navigation!”
“....”
There was no reply. Jarvis, who should have answered at once, was unexpectedly silent.
"Jarvis?"
He gently patted the mask of the battle suit. With a click, the helmet opened.
Tony, whose face was exposed, frowned slightly and looked ahead in confusion.
A few seconds later, Jarvis's voice slowly sounded.
"Tony, there's a problem!”
In the spacious underground laboratory, a large screen was projected.
The coordinates displayed on the screen were from an hour ago.
Tony used his own satellite to find the terrorist gathering place in advance.
It was also the place he was about to set off to.
The high-definition surveillance satellite clearly projected the real-time images from the ground.
It was located in the Middle East, the most chaotic region.
The dilapidated city was extremely chaotic.
An abandoned street with broken walls and tiles.
The ground and the houses were all left with traces of the explosion. Gravel and dust could be seen everywhere.
The wall was filled with scattered bullet holes.
The hot sunlight shone through the bullet holes and shone on the women and children wrapped in headscarves under the wall.
Their eyes were filled with fear.
As for their husband and father.
At this moment, they were being escorted by the terrorists towards the military transport vehicle in the distance.
"Let me go! I want to find my child!"
Suddenly, a man who was pinned down by an AK-47 broke free and ran out.
Trembling but determined, he ran towards his child and wife.
"Bang!"
A clear gunshot echoed in the abandoned street.
Faint smoke slowly dissipated from the muzzle of the gun.
The terrorist who fired the gun didn't look guilty or sad, but happy and cruel.
"Bang!"
The corpse fell to the ground with a thud.
He had fallen on his way to his family.
"Dad!"
A mournful cry was not completely heard.
He was covered by a woman with a veil.
She was the man's wife, and tears were already flowing uncontrollably from her eyes.
She didn't dare to shout, nor did she dare to let her child shout.
This was because these brutal terrorists could kill them with a single shot at any time.
His body trembled non-stop, and his lips were already bleeding from his teeth.
Blood flowed out of the bullet holes on the back of the corpse.
The sand and stones on the ground condensed into red lumps.
The smell of blood spread across the street.
However, the smell of blood did not come from the corpse alone.
Dozens of corpses had already fallen on the dilapidated street.
"Hahaha, hurry up!"
"All the men will be loaded into the truck as labor, and all the women will be captured and sold as slaves!”
"Hahaha, not bad!"
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