Marvel: I Can Control Metal

A minute and a half later, Leo had already seen the red-golden steel figure in front of him.

After another two seconds, the silver armor wrapped in golden light came directly to Mark 3's side.

"Jarvis, connect with Mr. Stark."

"Leo, why are you here, how did you do it?" In less than a second, Tony's exclaimed voice came from the earphones.

"Mr. Stark, this is also one of my abilities. It was only inspired after the last incident. You know, I'm very low-key."

Leo spoke to Tony through his earphones.

"Leo, going out this time is no joke. I don't want you to be implicated. I can do it alone."

Tony was still flying ahead looking ahead.

"They must have gone to Gemilla because of Ethan. Whether it's Ethan's reason or Stark's industrial weapons, I can't just sit back and watch."

"Then what do you want to do?" Leo asked

"Destroy my weapon."

"I'll accompany you, this is the first combat test of the Mark III, I don't want to miss it." Leo and Tony flew side by side.

Tony didn't speak, but his feelings for Leo deepened in his heart. Perhaps at this moment, Tony finally made Leo his partner.

The hands of Mark 3 also shot out flames, and the speed increased a bit, the air around the armor fluctuated violently, and an explosion sounded out of thin air.

The Mark III went into supersonic speed.

Leo also followed, and above the clouds, two figures, one gold and one red, quickly flew towards Gemila.

"Mr. Stark, will we be targeted by satellites?"

"No, our size is too small. Unless the military has a satellite that specifically monitors a place, we may be discovered if we break in, but we will not pass through the military's test area."

Tony said confidently.

"Mr. Stark, do you say you can stop a tank's shells?"

"It's calculated, there should be no problem, how can you ask this question?" Tony asked strangely.

"I'm thinking, if a tank shell comes, you say I can't save you."

"Take care of yourself, you don't want me to save you when you're down."

Leo also smiled, and the two speeded up a bit.

......

In the small town of Gemila, there are only a few dilapidated buildings left. The walls of the bungalows are all covered with bullet holes, and there are desperate cries all around.

All the freedom fighters with guns seemed to be killing people for fun, shooting randomly at the crowd of refugees who were running.

After rushing seven or eight refugees into a room, and then dropping a grenade, there was no sound after a loud bang in the room.

There were also some warriors who captured the women and children, rushed all the men to the wall, and laid their heads facing the wall, ready to concentrate on killing them.

Among them, the bearded deputy chief who once brought Tony outside the cave in the cave also stood in the middle and commanded.

"Bring all the women into the car, hurry up, the weapons are over there!"

"Get everyone out of the house!"

"catch him!"

I saw a man who was holding his two children and his wife and wanted to take the opportunity to run away.

The men beat the man down with the butt of a gun and dragged the woman and two children to the truck.

"Killed with the others!"

He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to drag the man to the wall and stand.

His son cried out, "Daddy, Daddy." He broke free.

The father also broke free and ran to hug his son.

The deputy leader stepped up by himself, grabbed the boy and threw it behind him.

Kick him directly to the ground,

He stepped on his father's feet with all his strength and said to the soldier beside him.

"Kill him, you bastards!"

Turn away and look elsewhere.

The soldier pulled his father up to his knees, raised the rifle in his hand, and put it on his head.

The mother on the side covered the heads of her daughter and son helplessly, about to see their father die in front of them.

A whistling sound came from the air.

Everyone looked up, and a red-golden steel armor descended from the sky, sprayed down with both hands to slow down, and knelt down on one knee as a buffer.

Tony Stark is here.

Another piece of silver armor fell quietly without any movement, and stood silently on the ground like a foam.

Although it looks only three-fifths the height of the red and gold armor around him, it looks even more terrifying.

Immediately, someone shot Tony and the two of them, and the brass bullets bounced off the armor, which had no effect at all.

Mark No. 3 stepped forward and punched the nearest soldier with a gun, sending it seven or eight meters away. He flew to the wall on the second floor and fell and died.

Three consecutive pulse cannons in the palm of the hand took away the three shooters around.

Turning around, he aimed his hands at the soldiers who were tying up women and children in front of the truck.

But the five people all used the hostages in their arms as shields, making Tony unable to use the palm pulse cannon to attack.

The energy light in his hand slowly extinguished, but Jarvis directly locked the heads of the five robbers on the screen.

Two rows of small automatic machine guns popped out of his shoulders.

Twelve rounds of small bullets are fired, guaranteeing that each person will taste two, a fatal blow.

The machine gun was withdrawn, but this movement still directly made the women and children who were bound take a step back, with deep fear in their eyes.

They didn't react until the child rushed out and hugged his father, and knelt down in fear.

Tony didn't forget the beard he saw. Jarvis turned on the scanning system and determined that the beard was hiding behind the wall and was about to make a phone call.

Tony punched through the wall, dragged him out, and threw him into the crowd.

"He's yours now."

"Mr. Stark, don't you want to kill him yourself?" asked Leo, who was watching from the sidelines.

"I think I killed him and made him so happy!"

"Okay, then I'll go to the other side, you continue, I'll find you when the time comes."

Leo and Tony separated. He believed that Tony, after all, also had the aura of the protagonist to protect himself, so there should be no accidents.

There is still a tragic slaughter around, no, it should be a slaughter, this small square is just the tip of the iceberg.

Leo went to another location, watching those freedom fighters still frantically slaughtering civilians who couldn't resist, and anger surged in his heart.

Walking over, three soldiers were shooting at the refugees. The firearms in their hands were jammed, and the trigger turned into a knife, and the fingers were directly divided into two parts.

The firearms were also thrown to the ground, but they floated up again, and the guns were aimed at themselves.

Dozens of bullets burst out, and they were beaten into a sieve of flesh and blood.

More and more people discovered this strange silver figure, and their guns were aimed at this side.

Hundreds of barrages composed of a dozen guns were all set three meters away from Leo, and in the next instant, all of them were reflected back, hitting their foreheads directly, and their heads were knocked off.

Leo was really merciless towards them, got up and flew, and passed by at a low altitude, like a harvester.

Wherever they passed, all the fighters with guns died instantly.

Whoever made them hold metal firearms in their hands, with a single thought, the fragments of the firearms could pierce their heads.

If it wasn't for Leo's spirit of only nineteen, he would have been able to mow the grass a little faster.