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Chapter 535 Bounty Hunter
This tomahawk-wielding bounty hunter does not seem to have earned his reputation, at least he does have the momentum to sweep away thousands of troops when facing Voldi's law enforcement robots.He took the lead and swung his battle ax to open the way ahead. The robots that rushed forward like a tide were harvested by him like leeks, leaving machine wreckage all over the place.

"Are we following him?" Wanda asked.

"Follow it." Michael casually fired at two robot policemen who were aiming at them with guns not far away. "He seems to know about Stark. Let's hear what he's going to say."

"Here! Come on!"

The bounty hunter was very enthusiastic, as if they had become close comrades in arms without knowing it.He used some kind of laser device to melt through the thick iron gate more than ten meters high, and rushed into an open hall in the first place.Another group of robot enforcers came forward to intercept them, and they were cut in half by the energy wave he slashed through the air with an axe.

"This is the parking lot in the center of VOLDI TEAR, find your cars." The bounty hunter swung his ax and said loudly, "Let's go!"

He was right, the "Arsenal" in which Michael waited for the three to arrive was indeed parked in the corner of this room.They boarded their own ship, and the bounty hunter boarded a ship with a huge skeleton—as if his own large ship was of corresponding size.

The bounty hunter's spaceship opened the way ahead. He directly blasted open the door of the hangar with heavy artillery, and rushed into the starry sky at an accelerated speed. VOLDI's warships and fighters came after them, but after a distance of less than two hundred miles, they lost their target after a wormhole jump.

The bounty hunter's spaceship opened the wormhole, and "Arsenal" followed it into the space gap.After passing through the endless chaotic tunnel, they quickly left VOLDI and its galaxy far behind, and came to the other side of the galaxy.

Michael manipulated the "Arsenal" to land on the opponent's spaceship, and they had a lot to chat with the bounty hunter.

The bulky bounty hunter squinted at the three of them as they stepped off the ship, like he was looking at some rare species.

"The Black Knight?" he asked suddenly.

"You know me?"

"Of course I know. Killing Ronan the Accuser and breaking into the base camp of the Skrull Empire alone, your name is very famous these days. In fact, there is probably no guy in this universe who is more ruthless than you."

"Really? But none of the guys I met before said that." Michael said, "From what I've seen, most people still prefer to believe that the earth is a barren and backward little mud ball."

"Oh, you mean those pirates. Space pirates are a bunch of idiots. They don't know much, and they hear everything slower than others." The bounty hunter waved his hand, "Don't take it to heart. After all, the universe is so big. , It always takes time for news to spread. Before long, you will become one of the most famous guys in the universe. Maybe those guys who eat too much and have nothing to do will let you and Thanos go. Compare them together and see whose fist is bigger."

Michael nodded knowingly.It seems that this kind of person is not a specialty of the earth, they are the same everywhere in the universe.

"I don't know what your name is yet."

"Me? You can call me 'Deadhead.' As you probably already know, I'm a bounty hunter," said the big man, touching his axe. Fame, I have completed quite a few high-level tasks. Oh, of course, I can’t compare with you. As a bounty hunter, I still have this self-knowledge. I never thought that my neck could be better than Ronan’s harder."

"Um, well, 'Deadhead,'" Wanda began. She always felt that it was a bit weird to call someone this way. Message from someone who wants it. You mean Iron Man, right?"

"Iron Man? Ah, yeah, you mean the guy with the horribly horny face and the self-righteous guy in the armor that's completely tasteless in style and color-matched in the worst way?"

The bounty hunter gestured with his hands and feet while describing.

Wanda almost burst out laughing.Although the big man's description was funny and unbearable, from his words, she seemed to feel that a living Stark had already jumped out of the paper.As for the "horribly horny face," she thinks he might be referring to Stark's moustache.
"Yes, I guess we are referring to the same person." Wanda nodded, "It seems that you have seen him? The princess of Voldi Tear accused him of stealing Voldi's core - a vital treasure of their family. This is that true?"

The bounty hunter thought for a while.

"If you want to say that, it is indeed true, but it is not true."

Wanda was a little confused by him: "What does this mean?"

"That is to say, the person who stole the core of VOLDI is indeed your friend, but it was not out of his own will." The head of death said, "I was in the castle at the time, and I saw what happened with my own eyes. Yours The friend originally wanted to stop the real thief from taking action, but not only failed, but he was controlled by others and became a weapon driven by others."

Michael and Wanda looked at each other.

"You mean his armor was manipulated."

It's not once or twice that Iron Man's armor has been manipulated, and it's nothing new.Especially in comic stories, whenever a villain like Ultron appears, his armor has to suffer once.

But now the Genesis suit used by Stark is integrated with himself. The operating system of the suit is directly linked to his neural network. It can be said that the suit has become a part of his body. If you want to hack his The armor had to take care of his nervous system.

Furthermore, Michael upgraded the Genesis suit once before facing the Mandarin. That upgrade applied part of the future technology left by Kang the Conqueror, and the safety factor of the firewall was also greatly improved. Higher civilizations like the Cree in the interstellar world are not just black people.

So who got his armor this time?
"It seems so. I think he seems to be manipulated by someone. As for the identity of that person." The head of death said, stretching out his hand, and the palm released a three-dimensional projection.

It was a humanoid robot with an unremarkable shape, and it didn't look like much threat from the outside.

"Who is this?" Michael asked.

"He claims to be 451, the last trace left by a long-lost race." The head of death said, "a recording robot built by the 'Romulans'."

(End of this chapter)