"What the f*ck!?"
Stane's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as he watched the scene through the Iron Monger armor's visual display.
A frying pan actually blocked his anti-tank missile!
Could someone please tell him the scientific principle behind that!?
As a top-tier scientist, Tony's reaction was: I'd bloody well like to know too!
Stane forcefully suppressed the surge of absurdity in his mind, staring at Du Mu and saying, "I recognize you, you're Tony's bodyguard."
Du Mu advised, "Stane, stop this. Your daughter is still waiting for you to come home for dinner."
Stane: "?"
Wait, how do you know that?
"No matter who you are, anyone who gets in my way dies!"
Stane snorted, controlling the Iron Monger armor to charge violently at Du Mu. The massive metal fist was raised high, smashing down hard toward Du Mu!
Du Mu executed a slick roll, dodging the attack. A pit instantly formed in the spot he'd just occupied.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Du Mu pulled out his Golden Desert Eagle and fired continuously, the bullets sparking countless flashes of fire across the Iron Monger armor.
"Hahahaha! It's no use! My Iron Monger armor is invincible!"
Stane laughed arrogantly. The Iron Monger armor then raised its arm, and the Gatling gun's barrels began to spin again!
Da-da-da-da-da—!
A dense storm of metal instantly formed, spraying wildly toward Du Mu!
Du Mu immediately maneuvered with agility, sprinting and rolling with smooth, flowing movements. He was incredibly skilled at dodging!
These were basic moves from playing Soulslike games; the footwork was practically engraved in his DNA.
After Stane's round of shooting, he hadn't even grazed the hem of Du Mu's clothes.
What was even more irritating was that Du Mu kept spewing various taunts while dodging.
"Old lady crossing the road, old lady doing square dancing, old lady stepping back..."
F*ck your old lady!
Stane's blood pressure spiked rapidly, his face visibly turning red hot.
"Stane!"
Tony naturally wasn't going to sit and watch the show. Seizing the opportunity, the Mark III's shoulder mounted a row of micro-missiles, which instantly locked onto the target and fired!
Boom!!!
The violent explosion completely engulfed the Iron Monger armor. Thick black smoke and flames shot into the sky.
But as the saying goes, "smoke but no damage."
Heavy metal footsteps sounded as the Iron Monger armor emerged from the flames, completely unharmed. The armor's surface hadn't even suffered a noticeable dent, only marks from the explosion's scorching.
Du Mu jumped to Tony's side and whispered a complaint, "This BOSS's defense is a bit overtuned. Much stronger than your armor."
Tony: "..."
Damn it, I'll build a bigger one when I get back!
"His shell is too thick. This isn't going to work, Tony. I have a plan!" Du Mu suddenly announced.
"What plan?"
"Don't ask. I'll go prepare first. You stall Stane for as long as possible, then lead him to this location. The rest is up to me," Du Mu named a place in the suburbs.
"Alright then."
Given the situation, Tony could only choose to trust Du Mu.
Watching Du Mu turn and run off, Stane mocked, "Tony, your bodyguard seems to have abandoned you."
"Just like your wife abandoned you back then? And then you found a second wife, and even made her daughter your assistant?"
When it came to sharp tongues, Tony Stark was truly unafraid of many people.
"You're asking to die!"
Stane was instantly enraged. He shoved Du Mu to the back of his mind and clashed with Tony again.
After a few rounds, Tony quickly fell into a disadvantage, pinned down and repeatedly ground into the floor by the Iron Monger armor. The Mark III immediately turned into a battle-damaged version.
However, the anti-vibration system of this Iron Man armor was truly phenomenal.
Normally, no matter how tough the outer shell of the armor, the human body inside should have been reduced to a pulp or suffered a severe concussion from such violent kinetic impact.
Yet, apart from being shaken dizzy, Tony was still full of vigor, as if the Iron Man armor was his health bar, and he wouldn't be hurt as long as the armor was intact. It was like the damage-to-clothing-only setting in a certain video game's combat.
Thump!!
Tony was hammered away by the Iron Monger armor for the umpteenth time!
He immediately activated his hand thrusters to stabilize his posture, floating mid-air in a slightly embarrassing "maiden's pose."
Seeing this, Stane roared with laughter, "Not bad, you made improvements, but I've improved a few things myself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling flash of fire erupted from the Iron Monger armor's feet, and the massive body actually rose into the air, wobbling slightly!
Plagiarism Dog!
Tony Stark ground his teeth in frustration, then ordered J.A.R.V.I.S. to head toward the location Du Mu had specified.
Stane followed closely, unwilling to lose ground, his legs firing like rockets, discharging a large amount of black exhaust fumes that severely polluted the environment.
The two chased each other in the sky, quickly arriving at a spot in the suburbs.
"Remaining energy below 5%."
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice sounded just as they landed.
After fighting for so long, the Iron Man armor's energy was almost depleted.
"Where did that Du Mu guy run off to? He didn't bail, did he?"
Tony felt a surge of anxiety, looking around but unable to find Du Mu.
Bang!
Suddenly, Tony heard a heavy thud from behind.
As Tony turned his head, he saw the Iron Monger armor land behind him, then abruptly reach out and embrace him tightly.
Stane sneered, "Tony, is this the grave you picked out for yourself?"
As he spoke, the Iron Monger armor's arms began to squeeze, performing the "Maiden's Hug of Death" technique. The Mark III immediately began to creak under the immense pressure.
J.A.R.V.I.S. reported simultaneously: "Left arm severely damaged, most weapons disabled, air conditioning system intact..."
"Flares!!"
Tony yelled. The Mark III's legs instantly shot out a large burst of fire, forcing the Iron Monger armor to loosen its grip, allowing him to barely break free.
"Energy remaining 2%. Activating emergency backup power." J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice sounded again.
Crap!
Tony mentally cursed.
With the energy depleted, the Mark III lost most of its functionality, retaining only the most basic movement capability.
Stane also recovered at this moment. Looking at the dim lights of the Mark III, he instantly understood what was happening and said mockingly, "How ironic, Tony. You said you wanted to eliminate weapons, but you ended up creating a far more powerful one."
"Now, die by the weapon you personally created!"
Stane controlled the Iron Monger armor to walk toward Tony, ready to send his nephew to meet his dead father.
Suddenly, a voice came from a distance.
"Hey, look over here."
Stane immediately looked toward the source of the sound, finding Du Mu aiming an RPG rocket launcher at him.
Stane scoffed disdainfully, "You think that thing can hurt my armor?"
"One isn't enough, so how about a hundred?"
"?"
Before Stane could fully process this, Du Mu decisively pulled the trigger!
Whoosh—!
The rocket, dragging a tail of flame, flew straight at Stane... 's feet!
Rumble!!!
The violent explosion instantly tore open the ground!
Stane felt the ground disappear beneath him. The Iron Monger armor instantly lost balance, plummeting uncontrollably downwards!
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Stane was shocked to find that he had fallen into a giant underground space. The surrounding clumps of dirt and stone were strangely regular block shapes, and there were obvious excavation marks.
Scattered across the bottom of this massive pit were countless identical red and white block objects, flashing with an urgent white light.
Clearly printed on them were three glaring letters:
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