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Chapter 202 Obsolete Armament
"boom!"

The soaring flames exploded among the mountains, and black smoke billowed into the sky.The heavy hammer that impacted like a flame smashed the rocks, and the thousands of tons of soil carrying gravel were blasted away.Violent shocks came from the cracked valley, and the shock could be felt even ten miles away.

A bald man with a scar on his face was standing on the top of the hill, with a thick cigar in his mouth, and wearing a fluffy coat, looking at the thick smoke from the fire rolling up in the mountains.The man next to him was casually wearing a gray and white camouflage uniform with rolled up cuffs. He was rough in appearance and had a bold appearance.

"Jeric missiles, the last series of missiles produced by Stark Industries. After Stark Industries announced its complete shutdown and complete withdrawal from the weapons manufacturing industry, this series of missiles became out of print. Now there are only the last two places in the world. Inventory, one is the US government, and the other is us."

The man in camouflage spoke proudly, like a salesman trying to win customers.

The man in the camouflage uniform represents an internationally renowned gang of arms smugglers. They have quite a reputation in the international arms smuggling market. The now-famous vibration gold smuggler Ulysses Crow was once a member of them. It's just that they parted ways after a failed cooperation.

And this scarred bald man represents the "Ten Rings Gang", a terrorist organization active in the Middle East.It was they who captured Tony Stark into the cave, and then single-handedly contributed to the birth of Iron Man.Later, Aldrich Killian also used the name "Ten Rings Gang" when he set up a puppet "Mandarin", but Killian's Ten Rings Gang was just a cover and had nothing to do with the real organization.

Now they were in a Ten Rings camp, in the middle of the mountain.The valley is filled with thick yellow sand, and the limited visibility forms their natural barrier, making this place extremely difficult to find.

"Now, you have seen the power of the missile." The man in the camouflage uniform grinned, "So, what do you think?"

The man with the scar glanced at the Jericho missile fixed on the shelf in the camp.He turned his head and said hoarsely: "We do have some interest. But it is undeniable that this model is a product from a few years ago after all, even if it has the Stark label on it, it can't be changed. The fact that it is already an obsolete product." After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "And you know that the name 'Stark' is not as easy to use as it was a few years ago. Back when the Stark family was dominant, as long as it was Weapons with his name on them—even the revolvers are scrambled for looting. But now the situation has changed, and the U.S. military has long since switched to Paso technology. A generation of Stark weapons."

The man in the camouflage uniform had an ugly expression on his face: "Don't listen to some rumors. I can guarantee that the 'Jericho Missile' is a product of top technology, not to mention that it has only been five or six years, even if it takes another five years. The technology will not be obsolete. As for Paso Industries. Not me, but not just us, any smuggling group in the world is absolutely impossible to get the weapons produced by Paso Industries. No one knows the details, but they have their own My own backer. There are rumors that the Paso Group is backed by an extremely large international force, and no one dares to take their ideas."

The man with the scar was expressionless: "But it is undeniable that this is not the best weapon anymore, is it? You can't get the best equipment, so don't even think about getting the best bid."

Men in camouflage also want to fight for their weapons, but soon that won't be necessary.The sudden golden energy impact suddenly hit the Jericho missile on the shelf, and the shell of the missile burst instantly.A glaring ball of fire erupted from within, sweeping into the entire camp.Shrapnel shot through the tent, and the few hapless terrorists who got close were smashed to death on the spot.

"There is an enemy attack!!!" Someone shouted in the local language.

The camp fell into chaos in an instant, and terrorists rushed out of the tents with guns.The golden-red armor dragged a dazzling flame across their heads, and several missiles cut down along a long arc, exploding continuous flames on the ground.

iron Man.

Tony Stark flew through the sky wearing his steel suit, while continuously locking multiple weapons stored in the camp on the monitor.Vision-enhanced scanners magnified to retrieve captured images of missiles on launch pads, weapons crates stacked in camp, and tanks, nearly everything with "STARK INDUSTRIES" scrawled mockingly in large letters.

"The weapons are good." Tony muttered, "It's a pity they all have my name on them."

"Perhaps this proves that you are indeed popular, sir," said Jarvis.

"Terrorists? Forget it. I'd rather keep my fanbase to young, pretty New York ladies."

To say how Tony found this hidden Ten Rings gang camp, it was thanks to the mysterious person who kept sending him messages.Since that time he was warned to "be careful of Bruce Banner", the other party sent him four messages one after another, most of which were about terrorist activities and major crimes that may cause a large number of casualties.

As usual, though, he hadn't been able to decipher the source of the message, and the identity of the sender was still completely unknown.

Tony dropped a missile and shot it obliquely into the middle of a crowd of gunfire.A huge flaming lotus flower exploded on the ground, and the storm of shrapnel blown several people away like fallen leaves.

"Sir, a player is approaching." Jarvis reminded, "The target is from the southwest. The identity is unknown, but the speed is extremely fast."

"Faster than us?"

"I'm afraid so."

Like a black arrow made of steel shot into the terrorist camp, the black knight broke into the battle suddenly.The pulsing beams of his hands stabbed out alternately like two peerless long swords, and his figure was like a long black snake shuttling between gunfire.

Tony raised his eyebrows: "What's the situation?"

"Looks like the Black Knight is doing you a favor, sir," Jarvis replied.

"Yes, I mean... why?"

After Michael intervened, their progress was several times faster, and the entire camp had been cleaned up in less than a minute.All former Stark Industries armed forces have been destroyed, and the war situation is in chaos.

Tony landed.He saw the black knight standing about six or seven steps in front of him. The blue part of the new armor reflected the red flames, and the flames flickered.

".Okay." Tony asked first. "So I'll ask—what's the matter?"

"A serious problem, Mr. Stark." The tone of the voice in Michael's armor was blunt, "There is a problem we have to talk about. Ultron, is this name familiar to you?"

(End of this chapter)