The small town of Gunira in the Middle East was originally a peaceful and tranquil place. But now, due to the war, this town has been reduced to ruins. Countless people wander through these ruins; they are the original residents of this town. And now, they can only be considered homeless wanderers.
Even more tragic is that their safety is not guaranteed. An armed group called the Ten Rings Gang has occupied this place and begun to scavenge all useful resources. And among these resources, the most important one is people.
War needs people, and producing supplies needs people. And where do these people come from? The Ten Rings Gang has a very good answer: abduct them with violence. To obtain valuable labor without paying a single cent is undoubtedly the most profitable business. Of course, the premise of this business is to trample on the most common laws and the most basic Dao of this World.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Get all the women and children onto the trucks."
The Bearded Man, who had once kidnapped Tony, shouted, ordering his subordinates to push the women and children onto the trucks. Their goal, of course, was not these women and children, but the adult laborers of this small town.
The explosion Tony created when he escaped caused heavy losses to their organization. To replenish their lost manpower, they began to conscript adult men on a large scale. This violent conscription would certainly not gain true loyalty. However, what they needed was not loyalty, but obedient subordinates. And to make these adult males only obey their orders, threatening them with their families was undoubtedly the best method.
"Faster, faster." Under the coercion of this group of armed bandits, a man protected his wife and two Children, stumbling forward step by step. No one wanted to leave their family under such circumstances. But under the threat of guns, he had no choice but to leave them.
"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?" The impatient bandit directly smashed the father to the ground with a rifle butt, then forcibly snatched his family from his arms.
The father, knocked to the ground, knelt and scrambled towards his family. Before he had gone far, he was hit again on the back of the head with a rifle butt. After this blow, the father was bleeding from his head and fainted on the ground.
"Daddy, Daddy!" The Child, forcibly pulled away, suddenly broke free from the bandit's control and ran towards his unconscious father. His unexpected action caught the surrounding bandits off guard, so they could only watch him pounce on his father.
Seeing the tragic situation of the father and son, the surrounding refugees, who were being coerced, began to stir.
"Oh, my God. Can't you even do such a small thing?" The Bearded Man saw the commotion and quickly walked over. He first glanced at the father and son on the ground, then began to show a fierce expression.
"Come here, you annoying little thing." The Bearded Man picked up the Child and threw him into the arms of a subordinate behind him. Then he shouted to the surroundings. "Don't think about resisting us, you refugees. Anyone who harbors such thoughts will be punished with the most terrifying methods. I promise, you cannot bear it. If you don't believe me, this man is the proof."
Saying that, he waved his hand behind him, giving the order.
"Kill this man, teach them a lesson."
The armed subordinate immediately pulled the bolt and aimed the gun at the unconscious father on the ground. Seeing this scene, fear and despair began to show in the eyes of the surrounding refugees, and the man's wife cried and hugged her Child.
At this moment, it seemed no one could save them. Looking around, the Bearded Man showed a smug smile. Sometimes, the feeling of being the Dominator of other people's lives was truly irresistible. He was waiting for the gunshot that would represent his terrifying methods and deterrence, but what came instead was a roar.
It was as if a missile had grazed his scalp, the piercing roar coming from far away and getting closer, gradually entering his ears. Until, with a clang, an iron man armor, shimmering with metallic luster, landed on the ground in a dazzling blaze of Fire.
The gold and red armor made him look passionate and fiery, while the thick metal modules were filled with a super aura. In this situation, the bandits all made the most correct decision.
The closest was the bandit about to execute the father; he turned his gun and directly sprayed bullets at the iron man armor.
Bullets splashed onto the metal armor like raindrops, and a fine layer of electric light flickered on the armor, immediately causing the bullets to lose momentum and drop softly to the ground.
The iron man armor, taking advantage of the bandit's momentary Stunned after firing, directly punched him. The power of the machine far exceeded human strength, so in an instant, the bandit became like a kite with a broken string, flying far away.
After completing this action, the iron man armor turned, and the two launchers in the center of his palms immediately sprayed dazzling high-energy beams, one after another, quickly dispatching several nearby bandits.
This swift method scared the remaining bandits. They were very cooperative, all choosing to point their guns at the hostages beside them.
With the threat of hostages, the iron man armor certainly couldn't use the cool-looking high-energy beams anymore. Seeing the concentrating device on the iron man armor's palm gradually dim, all the bandits breathed a sigh of relief. And at this moment, two rows of small launchers extended from the iron man armor's shoulders, and tungsten steel warheads immediately fired out, killing these bandits completely before they could react.
"What the hell is this thing?" The Bearded Man cowered behind a wall, watching the iron man armor effortlessly deal with his subordinates. He felt like his bladder was about to give out. "I have to tell the boss about this, I must tell the boss about this."
He pulled out a communicator, just about to contact his leader. Suddenly, the wall beside him burst open, and a metal-armored arm reached out, hooked the Bearded Man's body, and dragged him out from the other side of the wall.
The iron man armor grabbed him, and with a single swing, threw him into the middle of the refugees. At this moment, Tony's voice came from behind the iron man armor's faceplate.
"He's yours to deal with."
After saying this, the iron man armor flew up with the help of Rocket-like thrusters. And after he left, all the refugees silently gathered around. At this moment, they needed an object to vent their hatred, and the Bearded Man, as a minor leader of the Ten Rings Gang, was undoubtedly the best choice.
No one would sympathize with this evil bandit. When he destroyed other people's homes, broke up other people's families, and took other people's lives, it was already destined what heavy price he would have to pay.
The iron man armor, or rather Tony Stark, was flying in mid-air. His recent actions were just the beginning of his self-redemption. Today, he was not just going to rescue this group of refugees; more importantly, he was going to end the mistakes Stark had made here.
Destroying all Stark-made products here, that was his ultimate goal.
To search for his targets, he lowered his altitude. And just as he was flying, a cannonball hit him. It was a shell fired from a main battle tank, powerful, but ineffective.
The iron man armor's outer shell, made of new nanometal, could effectively absorb various kinetic energies. The wave-like metal movement at the Nanometer level could easily dissipate all kinetic energy received head-on through high-frequency metal vibrations. So even if he was hit by a cannonball, it had no effect on Tony's iron man armor, at most causing a slight deviation in his flight path. This was no different from having no effect.
Having taken a cannonball hit, Tony's Heart-Nature naturally wouldn't feel too comfortable. He was a typical example of 'a gentleman takes revenge.' So without a word, he extended one hand, and a small missile immediately ejected from the armor on his arm, striking the tank.
Tony's figure instantly flew over the tank's top. The presence of a tank guarding this area meant he was not far from his target. And after he left, the tank immediately turned into a huge fireball.
The small missile was a weapon manufactured by Stark himself, its power no less than any anti-tank weapon. Compared to those old anti-tank weapons, this missile embodied Tony's latest principle for himself: make everything smaller. So, this missile, named 'Little Bee,' was actually only about ten centimeters long, not much different from a hot dog. And its effect? It makes people 'hot as a dog.'
Having dealt with the so-called 'roadblock,' Tony quickly discovered the Ten Rings Gang's new Base in this area. Looking at the large weapons, each bearing his company's label, Tony immediately swooped down. He allowed the bandits to shoot at him endlessly, simply activating his high-energy beams at full power.
The scorching high-energy beams immediately destroyed large swathes of weapons and detonated some missiles. Coupled with Tony's extremely fast flight speed, in just a few minutes, this Ten Rings Gang Base was engulfed in flames.
And after destroying all the Stark weapons, Tony ascended into the sky, flying towards the other side of the sea with the help of spectacular fiery thrusters.
Shortly after he left, a truck stopped in front of the Base. The bald leader watched the sea of Fire before him with a grim face, emitting a chilling Qi from his entire body. This was the manifestation of a person on the verge of losing his temper.
Seeing the leader in this state, all the surrounding bandits quietly retreated to a safe distance. They used the excuse of putting out the Fire to avoid their leader's gaze. At the same time, they hoped to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
However, contrary to their expectations, the leader did not get angry. Instead, he got into the truck alone and made a phone call.
"What is it?" The call was quickly connected, and a man's authoritative and deep voice came from the other end.
"I'm sorry, sir, I've disappointed you. Our new Base was destroyed by an iron man armor." The bald leader reported his situation, sweating profusely. He really didn't want to explain such things, but he knew if he didn't, he would die even more miserably.
After a long wait, a response came from the other end of the phone.
"You have one more chance. Find Obadiah and tell him we'll make another deal. This time, if you still fail, don't contact me again."
"Yes, sir. I understand, sir." The bald leader nodded and bowed in response, even though what came from the other end was a dial tone.