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Just when Stark ran out not far away, the sound of bullets being fired from the barrel suddenly resounded throughout the town.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough. One second before the other party drew his gun and shot, he jumped and hid behind a car parked on the roadside. p>

Otherwise, the bullet hit the target, not the body of the car.

"Huhahuha"

While breathing heavily, Stark rubbed his aching wrist, his brain running wildly.

Judging from the opponent's attack and then taking out a gun to shoot at himself, Stark guessed the opponent's origin without even thinking.

There is only one person who wants to kill him so urgently:

Mandarin

Before he could figure out how the other party knew he was here, gunshots were still echoing over the town.

The car body hit by bullets one after another made a "clang, clang, clang" sound, which made Stark, who was hiding behind the car, afraid to act rashly.

He just bent down as much as possible and curled up into a ball to reduce the chance of being hit by a bullet.

Fortunately for him, the red-haired girl's shooting in the street attracted several police officers who were drinking in the bar.

The two sides began to shoot at each other.

For a time, there was an endless stream of screams and gunshots.

Taking advantage of the opponent being restrained, Stark made a prompt decision and rushed out like a cheetah.

Stark successfully hid around the corner and leaned against the wall. While feeling his heart beating violently, he put his hand into his clothes and touched the inner pocket.

Faced with such a situation, he did not expect it.

Fortunately for him, before going out, just in case, he used the spare materials of the armor to make a simple pulse cannon device.

That may be his only chance to fight back

At this moment, the gunfire suddenly stopped.

"Well who won?"

Just as Stark was about to poke his head out to investigate the situation, he heard a "bang" and the bullet hit the wall less than a few centimeters away from him, splashing some gravel.

The bullet missed by a hair made Stark immediately shrink back.

"Call for danger"

Even for a brief moment, Stark still saw the red-haired girl, who had already dealt with the Sheriff and was walking towards him.

This made him curse inwardly: "Damn"

Just when he was thinking about whether to run away or find a chance to fight back, a slightly panicked shout interrupted his train of thought.

"let me go"

Picking up a broken piece of glass from the ground, Stark stared at it.

I saw Harry, who had just saved me, being held tightly by a short-haired guy who looked very tough and being used as a hostage.

Due to the huge difference in strength, no matter how hard Harry struggled, he could not break free from the hand of the short-haired man.

Seeing this, Stark couldn't help but sigh and murmured:

"Oh, this disobedient brat"

“Be quiet”

After roaring to quiet the kid in his arms, the short-haired man looked around the corner and said loudly:

"Stark, if you don't want this kid's brain to blossom, don't be a coward."

If he gets out, he will definitely die; if he doesn't get out, Harry will die.

Such a dilemma immediately plunged Stark into a fierce psychological struggle.

However, the other party did not give him much time to think.

"Now, I'm counting to three. If you don't come out, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As he spoke, the short-haired man raised the pistol in his hand and pointed the muzzle at Harry's head.

"One"

"two"

Just when the short-haired man was about to shout "three", Stark made a decision

"slow down"

As soon as he finished speaking, Stark, who raised his hands, slowly walked out from the corner.

In front of the dark gun muzzle, Stark suppressed the fear in his heart and looked at the short-haired man with a solemn face:

"Your target is me, don't hurt him"

Seeing Stark coming out, the short-haired man and the red-haired girl couldn't help but twitch their lips, showing a winning smile.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who is this? Isn't it our famous Mr. Stark? It seems that what the newspaper said is not true."

The blond shota, who was firmly grasped and unable to break free, looked at Stark who raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and couldn't help but apologize:

"Mr. Stark, I'm really sorry."

Looking at the mocking face of the short-haired man, Stark did not answer, but looked at Harry and said:

"It's not your fault, kid. Hey, remember that classmate who bullied you?"

After saying that, he winked at Harry, seeming to hint at something.

The blond shota immediately understood the meaning of his words.

When the short-haired man wasn't paying attention, Harry took out the gadget given to him by Stark from his pocket, and pressed it hard on the short-haired man's face.

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of light occupied the short-haired man's entire field of vision.

"what"

The short-haired man, whose eyes were burned by the strong light, loosened his grip and subconsciously fell to the side, the red-haired girl who was also unresponsive.

And just then

Stark, who was well prepared, immediately took out a simple pulse cannon device from his inner pocket and put it on his hand.

Point your palm outward, aim at the short-haired man, and shoot him

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The short-haired man who was directly hit in the face suffered a huge impact, and the red-haired girl standing next to him also flew out.

The two fell hard on the street.

Especially the short-haired man, the non-human-shaped facial skin suddenly flashed with an orange light.

Stark, who noticed this detail, felt doubts in his heart.

what is that

However, he did not step forward to check, but immediately turned around and prepared to leave this place.

However, before he could run a few meters away, a loud gunshot suddenly sounded behind him.

The next second, there was only a "pop" sound, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in Stark's right calf.

The severe pain caused Stark, who was running, to shudder and fall to the ground.

And behind him, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded:

"That's all your tricks."

When Stark collapsed on the ground, he turned over and saw a ferocious face.

The red-haired girl with the left side of her face burned stood in front of him holding a pistol.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, a sense of powerlessness came to Stark's heart.

Is it over?

"It seems that without the steel armor, Stark is just a poor guy."

While mocking the other party, the red-haired girl slowly raised the gun in her hand and pointed the muzzle at Stark's eyebrows:

"farewell"

Before he finished speaking, a burst of lightning suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

A thick bolt of lightning struck down

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