When the two armors entered the country, the soldier in charge of monitoring thought that Superman had come, so he immediately pressed the emergency button and reported to his superiors.

That's why the elite flight formation consisting of more than a dozen fighter jets is now deployed.

"But where did this thing come from? Rod, did you just use the word 'just'?"

An Air Force lieutenant colonel slammed the table and said, "Two of these guys can hold up an entire formation of ours, and you still think it's not strong, saying it's just an exoskeleton mecha?"

Rhode touched his face and said, "I am comparing it to Superman! I work in the weapons research department, so of course I know what these two things mean!"

"But they really should be described as 'only'!"

“Look at the technology on them.”

"Unknown high-power stable energy, ultra-high strength and precision metal materials, incredible anti-gravity system and energy transmission system..."

"These technologies are at least ten years ahead of us!"

"If these technologies were in our hands, the Pentagon could start planning for world domination tomorrow!"

"What I can't understand is why the other party uses such technology to build mechas. It's like a person being protected by a group of tanks and going to a hand-to-hand fight on the battlefield..."

"And did you notice that the other side didn't launch an active attack? Is it possible that they are actually on our side?"

Rhodes advised: "So why don't we try to communicate with each other first?"

General Ross, the highest-ranking Air Force Lieutenant General, made the decision directly: "No matter whether they are on our side or not, we must shoot them down first!"

"Wait, what is that? It looks like another exoskeleton?" Suddenly a colonel pointed at the projection screen and exclaimed.

Everyone looked over.

At some point, a silver-white armor appeared next to the golden-red armor.

"Damn it, they are organized! Shoot them all down!" Ross's beard trembled.

……

From a distance, Leon saw two armors moving back and forth in the hail of bullets.

He accelerated and flew to the side of the embarrassed Tony.

"Tony, we haven't seen each other for a while, why do you look like you've been hanging out in the oil fields?"

"Ah!" Tony exclaimed from the golden-red armor. He turned his head and saw Leon and almost attacked.

"Leon! Maybe next time you appear you could be a little more like a human being instead of a ghost!" Tony was really scared.

He almost lost his balance in the air: "Also, why are you wearing my armor!?"

Leon tilted his head: "Of course it's because you took my armor away."

He looked back and saw more than a dozen fighter planes chasing him closely. The bullets never stopped pouring down. More than a dozen trajectories in the air blocked most of the escape routes.

"I mean, why aren't you wearing one of those tight underwear of yours!" Tony ducked through a barrage of bullets.

"Have you forgotten who I am when I'm in Superman's uniform? I can't meet you for the time being?"

Compared to Tony, Leon's dodging movements seemed very easy.

"But the main reason is that I want to show you the correct way to use this iron lump!"

"What? Are you saying you brought me the instruction manual for the Mark Armor? That's great, that's what I need." Tony curled his lips.

"What follows next is not in the manual. Watch out, I will not use my own strength during the entire process!"

Lyon memorized the positions of all the fighters behind him and suddenly shouted.

"JARVIS, deploy the ailerons!"

With a hiss! The silver-white Mark II armor spread its wings and suddenly slowed down!

Jarvis is always so considerate at critical moments. He does whatever you say without any hesitation.

Even with Lyon's order, Mark's armor fell directly into the group of fighter jets.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Tony was stunned and turned to watch Leon flying behind him.

The fighter pilots behind were also dumbfounded.

When he turned around, he saw a silver-white armor flying beside his cabin, waving at him enthusiastically.

"Calling the command center! Target No. 3 suddenly slowed down and rushed into our formation. Request to change the attack target!" The fleet captain immediately grabbed the radio and shouted frantically.

"Attack is authorized! Be sure to shoot it down!" The command from the command center was issued at the same time.

"Attack! Attack! Attack!" The fighter group immediately dispersed their formation.

Some accelerated forward, while others slowed down and followed behind, surrounding the Mark II in the middle as if they had practiced it hundreds of times.

Although they were panicked at first, after deploying the formation, the fighter pilots' smiles almost broke out.

In their eyes, the enemy's initiative to enter their encirclement was no different from delivering food.

"Unit 1 locks on the target!"

"Unit 2 is locked..."

"..."

Continuous reports sounded in the channel, and the captain immediately ordered an attack.

"Attack! Launch the airborne missiles!"

Fire! All the bullets fired!

Each fighter jet was firing missiles while also using its onboard machine guns to block off evasive space.

Lyon was under fire from all directions.

After being launched, a dozen missiles gained speed very quickly and were able to hit the Mark II within seconds.

Lyon will naturally not sit idly by.

He shut down his propulsion system completely and fell downward in a horizontal parabola.

Such an action was totally unexpected by the other party.

The missiles attacking from all directions suddenly all landed in front of Mark II.

Although under the control of the tracking system, they quickly changed direction.

But this encounter caused the speed of the missile swarm to drop drastically, to less than one-third of its previous speed.

"Chase downwards!" The fighter group also began to turn around.

"Jarvis, activate the intelligent locking system." Lyon used neither super vision nor super strength, and relied entirely on the functions of the Mark II armor itself to fight back.

Jarvis moved quickly, quickly marking the trajectory of each missile and its current speed on the projection in his helmet.

"Very good." Leon began to accelerate backwards, with the swarm of missiles chasing him.

At this time, their direction of action was completely opposite to Tony's previous direction.

"Leon!" Tony's voice cut into the helmet at this time, "What do you want to do? Calm down, try not to attack, we are the 'invaders' now, don't escalate the situation!"

Their mechas were not registered with the Eagle side.

Moreover, the mechas are equipped with thermal weapons. Strictly speaking, they are invaders with bad intentions.

It was reasonable for those fighters to shoot them down.

"I'll do it, don't worry, just watch how I deal with them." Lyon replied briefly.

He operated the Mark armor and began to accelerate, but he controlled the speed to always be slower than the swarm of missiles behind him.

When the missile was extremely close, he suddenly moved away. In just a moment, the acceleration of the armor first decreased and then increased.

After the speed changed, he stuck to the side of a missile with a "bang"!

"Jarvis, use the electric current to absorb the missile shell, and pay attention to shielding the electromagnetic signal to avoid triggering the fuse's sensor!"

After Leon gave the order, he suddenly increased the power of the propulsion flames ejected from the soles of Mark II's feet.

He starts to accelerate with the missile!

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