Inside the conference room, the piercing alarm continued to blare madly.
Tony Stark's full armor had already covered him, and the energy lights on his palms and chest lit up.
Steve held his shield in front of him, adopting a standard defensive posture.
Clint and Natasha stood back-to-back, scanning their surroundings warily.
In the entire room, only one person seemed out of place.
Tel-Rol rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the flickering robot icon on the screen.
"After all that, it turns out to be a sci-fi movie?"
He turned to look at Tony.
"Hey, Tin Man, where's this guy's body? I'm going to fight him!"
Tony had no time to bother with him, frantically trying to reconnect his A.I.
"f.r.i.d.a.y.! Report status! Cut off external network connection to the building!"
Ultron's emotionless electronic voice came through the loudspeaker again.
"It's no use, Tony Stark."
"Your f.r.i.d.a.y.... is on vacation."
"Now, this building belongs to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wall next to the conference room suddenly exploded!
"Boom!"
Wall fragments scattered everywhere.
Several Iron Legion soldiers, wearing red and gold paint, walked in through the hole in the wall.
They looked very similar to Tony's armor.
It was the Iron Legion.
"Ha, finally, the real fun begins."
Tel-Rol was not surprised but delighted, cracking his finger joints with a loud snap.
Tony's face was grim.
"Ultron has taken control of my Iron Legion."
Steve ordered in a deep voice.
"Protect yourselves! Their goal is to destroy everything here!"
"Understood." Clint had already nocked an arrow.
Natasha drew two pistols from the holsters on her thighs.
"Finally, some action."
Tel-Rol complained.
"Why are these metal lumps again? I'm tired of fighting them in the desert."
He looked disgusted.
"Can't we get something new?"
Ultron's voice sounded through the loudspeaker of one of the Iron Legion soldiers, its electronic eyes locking onto Tel-Rol.
"Anomalous data... Your existence does not conform to logic."
"But it doesn't matter, soon, everything will return to order."
At his command, all the Iron Legion soldiers simultaneously raised their arms, their palm repulsors aimed at everyone in the conference room!
"Fire!"
Dozens of energy beams instantly shot out!
"Disperse!" Steve roared, blocking two beams aimed at him with his shield.
Tony flew up directly, engaging in a fierce fight with the Iron Legion soldier charging at the front.
Clint's arrow accurately struck the neck joint of a soldier; with a flash of electricity, the soldier's head slumped, but its body continued to fire wildly.
Natasha moved very agilely; she rolled across the conference table, dodging the beams while firing several shots at an Iron Legion soldier's knee joint.
The bullets sparked against the armor, causing little damage.
The entire conference room instantly descended into chaos.
Energy beams flew wildly, explosions were incessant, and the expensive conference table and chairs were shattered.
Tel-Rol remained standing in place, not moving at all.
He yawned, feeling a bit bored.
An energy beam shot directly towards his face.
He didn't even blink.
"Bang!"
The beam hit his face like a pebble thrown by a child; it only made his hair flutter slightly, having no other effect.
"Hmm?"
He touched his face.
"A little itchy."
The Iron Legion soldier that fired tilted its head, seemingly analyzing why the attack was ineffective.
Tel-Rol grew impatient.
"You iron cans aren't even fit to be my warm-up!"
He pushed off the ground, his figure vanishing from his spot.
The next second, he appeared in front of the head-tilting soldier.
He extended his right hand, fingers spread, and directly grabbed the Iron Legion soldier's head.
"Break!"
He squeezed with all his might!
"Crack!"
The helmet, made of high-strength alloy, was crushed in his bare hand!
The red electronic eyes went dark, and the entire Iron Legion soldier collapsed to the ground.
"Next!"
Tel-Rol didn't even glance at the wreckage underfoot, turning to pounce on another target.
His movements were simple and brutal, devoid of any technique.
He just charged in and then tore the enemy into pieces in the most direct way possible.
Punching through a chest.
Kicking a waist in two.
Or simply grabbing two legs and ripping it in half.
Tony, who was entangled with two soldiers, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and nearly fell from mid-air.
"Hey! Go easy! Those are my collectibles!"
Tel-Rol picked up half of an Iron Legion soldier's body, using it like a baseball bat, and swung it hard at another charging soldier.
"Bang!"
The two metal lumps collided with a loud crash, both turning into a pile of scrap metal.
"Expensive? Then why don't you just make more?"
He casually tossed the weapon in his hand.
Clint watched, dumbfounded, forgetting to release his bow.
"Alright, I take back what I said earlier."
"This guy isn't a demolition expert; he's a shredder."
Natasha was in a bit of danger.
Although she was agile, she lacked effective armor-piercing methods against such highly defensive armor.
An Iron Legion soldier cornered her against the wall, raising its fist to strike.
Just then, a dark shadow flashed by.
Tel-Rol suddenly appeared between her and the Iron Legion soldier, catching the descending iron fist with one hand.
"Hey."
He spoke to Natasha without turning his head.
"You're pretty good, you dodge fast."
Natasha leaned against the wall, breathing slightly, her tight black combat suit outlining her sexy body curves.
Sweat made a few strands of her red hair stick to her face.
She looked at Tel-Rol's broad back, not speaking.
"Just too weak; you can't break through these metal skins."
Tel-Rol grabbed the Iron Legion soldier's arm with his other hand and pulled hard.
"Rip!"
The entire arm, along with the shoulder armor, was torn off by him.
Then, he used that iron arm to stab the soldier through its own chest.
After dealing with the enemy, he turned around and looked down at Natasha.
He scanned Natasha, from her dust-smudged face to her rising and falling chest, and then to her straight, long legs.
"Your clothes... are quite tight."
He came to a conclusion.
Natasha raised an eyebrow, but before she could respond.
Tel-Rol leaned in closer, almost touching her face.
"When you're fighting, isn't it uncomfortable to wear something so tight?"
"..."
Natasha was momentarily at a loss for how to answer.
This guy's thought process was indeed different from normal people.
Just as the ambiguous atmosphere was about to intensify, the remaining Iron Legion soldiers in the conference room suddenly stopped attacking.
The lights on their bodies began to flicker violently.
Tony immediately shouted.
"No! They're going to self-destruct! Find cover!"
Steve immediately raised his shield in front.
Clint and Tony also quickly found positions.
Only Tel-Rol remained standing in front of Natasha, looking annoyed.
"What's going on? Is that it?"
He pulled Natasha behind him, shielding her with his body.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Violent explosions rang out one after another, shaking the entire floor.
Thick smoke and flames engulfed the entire conference room.
A few seconds later, the smoke cleared.
The conference room had been reduced to ruins.
Tel-Rol stood in the center of the ruins; apart from his clothes being slightly singed, there wasn't even a scratch on him.
He released his hand from Natasha, pouting.
"All bark and no bite."
"Is that Ultron guy a coward?"
"He just sends out his little brothers to die; he doesn't even dare to show his face."
He looked around, finding no more moving enemies, his disappointment unconcealed.
Steve stood up from behind a pile of debris, dusting himself off.
"It escaped."
Tony flew down, his armor's faceplate open, his expression very grim.
"It's entered the global network. Now, we're in big trouble."
Clint also walked over, looking dejected.
"So, we just played an prologue with an A.I.?"
Amidst the heavy atmosphere.
Tel-Rol's stomach rumbled at an inconvenient moment.
"Grrr..."
He rubbed his stomach and looked at Tony.
"Hey, Tin Man, we're done fighting, isn't it time to eat?"
"Your welcome party here is too stingy."
He turned his head to look at Natasha, who was tidying her clothes.
Natasha, having been shielded by him, was almost unaffected by the explosions.
She stood up straight, stretching her shoulders; her post-battle curves looked especially powerful in her tight suit.
Tel-Rol's playful smile returned to his face.
"You look pretty good when you fight."
"Just too weak."
"Want me to teach you some really powerful moves?"