The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

"Klein, I..."

"Don't even think about going out to help."

Klein took Gwen's hand.

"You are much stronger, but your body is still mortal. If you are hit by a car, your feet will be broken. If you are hit by a gun, there will be bullet holes in your body. You are no different from others... you will die just the same."

"But at least I have a little more strength, and I want to help."

Klein shook his head and said: "The speed of bullets fired by ordinary rifles is 700-900 meters per second. The speed of bullets fired by this kind of machine gun is faster, and the warhead can easily tear apart a buffalo. You want to use your head to catch it bullet?"

"I..."

Gwen's words stopped on her lips.

She really couldn't find the words to refute.

He is very strong and can easily bend an iron bar as thick as a finger.

But can he be faster than the bullets fired by the machine gun?

The machine gun bullets outside the house were shot out like rain, and the walls outside the house continued to make shattering sounds.

Klein saw Gwen's lack of interest, and was afraid that he would dissipate the Spider-Woman's interest in punishing evil and promoting good.

"I'm worried about you and don't want you to take risks. There is already a 'Super Steel Soldier' ​​outside. Let's just be good citizens who don't cause trouble and don't cause trouble."

Gwen pouted, obviously unhappy.

"Of course, your ability is a gift from God. I believe that after systematic training, you can find your own limits and specific changes, and then... help others. I think it will be better."

"Hmm..." Gwen nodded.

........

At the same time, 50 meters outside the house.

Iron Overlord waved his iron arm, and the force exerted by the hydraulic machinery fell on the charging Iron Man.

"Ding dong!"

A crisp sound.

Mark 2's chest has a slight dent, and a lot of the gold-red spray paint on the suit has also fallen off.

"Tony, these fancy colors will only make you more conspicuous in battle! You seem to be stained with tomatoes and egg liquid. I have to say that your aesthetics are quite vulgar!"

"Whoosh!"

The mechanism box on Tony's shoulder bounced up, and dozens of finger-sized armor-piercing micro-missiles were shot out.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air was ear-piercing, and several flame tails were dragged into the air.

"Puff! Ding!"

Only one warhead successfully penetrated the fragile connection gap, causing the big guy like Iron Overlord to stagger for a while.

"What?!" Tony exclaimed.

These armor-piercing bullets are specially adjusted and can easily penetrate an alloy steel plate with a thickness of three centimeters, and can also penetrate a cement layer with a thickness of 10 centimeters.

"I almost forgot, our genius designer Tony... He only values ​​those powerful weapons that destroy the world. He has never paid attention to these pediatric 'toys' for individual combat."

After saying that, Obadiah raised his hand instantly, and a ring popped up on the outside of his forearm.

"Buzz!!!"

A harsh buzzing sounded, and ripples appeared in the surrounding air.

Tony fell to his knees instantly, and the outer layer of his armor began to tremble.

"This thing will blow your insides out. I'm looking forward to seeing you die like this!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

A group of agents in black suits rushed over and fired at the Iron Overlord.

"Drop your weapons! Obadiah, this is your last chance!" shouted a SHIELD agent.

The next second, Coulson next to him knocked him down, and several machine gun bullets swept across the position where he was just now.

"Didn't you see that they were all red-eyed?" Coulson criticized his subordinates, then took out his mobile phone and started calling for support.

"Call the headquarters and ask for support. The other party is driving a 'Gundam' and destroying the city! Conventional weapons cannot cause effective damage!"

SHIELD headquarters, combat control room.

Fury put down his coffee. He stared at the pictures coming back from the scene and ordered to the people around him: "Let the third group go first. They are smart and took advantage of the chaos to go to the Stark Group to find some special information and the like, and think of something along the way." Get their financial statements!"

The subordinates were not surprised by this, nodded, and began to call the third group.

"Clint, it shows you are on a mission. Can you take the time to go to Stark Tower to provide support?"

Clint said helplessly through the headset: "I just got on the plane and am about to leave for Germany. The task you assigned me last night..."

"Ugh, damn, I almost forgot. I drank too much last night, and my head is still a little foggy now."

He hung up the phone roughly, and Clint on the other end smacked his tongue helplessly and rolled his eyes.

A staff member in the room looked at Fury with a strange expression, and the two looked at each other.

Fury shook his head at him.

The ordinary-looking clerk nodded and immediately started his work again.

"Fake... SHIELD is so big, can't they find someone who can deal with this tough guy?"

Fury became more determined in his plan to immediately establish the "Avengers".

"Should we notify Agent Natasha?" a new employee suddenly asked.

"Natasha?"

"Um...."

"Do you want her to fight this human tank? Farke!" Fury looked around and shouted: "Who recruited this person?"

.......

"Squeak...squeak..."

The high heels on Pepper's feet were pulled out, and she tiptoed into the clothing store where Klein and the others were.

"There are already people here, please move to another place." Klein shouted to Pepper.

But he saw that Pepper was disheveled, and the stockings on her legs had been scratched, and there were several small wounds hanging on her feet.

"Oh my God! Is this beautiful sister injured?"

Klein stood up and helped Pepper to the back room.

"Gwen, this sister is injured. Do you remember the bandaging and first aid we learned in class before?"

Gwen shook his head and said, "Have we ever learned it? Isn't that elective knowledge that only college students can learn?"

"Hey, you are still a top student. You don't pay attention in class. I remember we studied."

Pepper was confused, looking at the young girl in front of her, feeling something bad in her heart.

"I'd better hide somewhere else..."

"No, it's so dangerous outside! Take off your stockings quickly. These are made of nylon and can burn easily! Let me heal your wounds!"

"Klein..." Gwen was quite speechless.

Boom...buzz...bang! !

A missile made a screeching sound, buzzed in the air the next second, and then landed outside the clothing store.

"careful!"

After the explosion, several people were just disgraced and not seriously injured.

"Let's leave through the back door!" Pepper shouted.

"There is no back door here. This is the center of New York, and every inch of land is precious. The back door means there are back alleys, which means that each storefront will lose 3-5 square meters of space.

This is blasphemous to money and disrespectful to New York real estate. "

Klein pointed outside the house and said, "The coffee shop outside doesn't even have a toilet. To use the toilet, you need to go to a nearby subway station.

Or go to the alley behind Stark Group.

Because of this commercial area, only your company and Osborne Industrial Co., Ltd. in the nearby neighborhood have divided a useless back alley. "

"Wait a minute, shouldn't we focus on the iron fight outside first?" Pepper came back to his senses.

Pepper stared at the boy in front of him, and actually saw the shadow of a 'capitalist' in this little guy.