In a small Middle Eastern town called Gunira, once a peaceful and tranquil place, war has reduced it to ruins. Countless residents wander through the rubble, their homes destroyed, their lives shattered. They are now homeless refugees, their safety completely compromised.
Worse still, their very lives are not secure. An anti-government militia called the Ten Rings Gang has seized control, plundering every available resource. And the most valuable resource of all is human lives.
War requires manpower, and production requires manpower. The Ten Rings Gang had a simple answer for where to find this manpower: violent abduction. Acquiring valuable human resources without spending a single penny was undoubtedly the most profitable business. Of course, this trade required trampling on the world's most universal laws and the most basic moral principles.
"Move it! Move it! Get all the women and children onto the trucks!"
The Big Beard, who had previously kidnapped Tony, barked orders, forcing his subordinates to herd the women and children onto the trucks. Their true target wasn't the women and children, but the town's adult male labor force.
The explosion Tony had caused during his escape had severely crippled their organization. To replenish their losses, they began mass conscripting adult men. Such violent conscription would never earn genuine loyalty. But they didn't need loyalty; they needed obedient subordinates. To ensure these men would only obey their commands, threatening their families was the most effective method.
"Hurry up, hurry up." Under the threat of the armed bandits, a man shielded his wife and two children as they stumbled forward, each step a painful crawl. No one wanted to leave their family in such a situation, but the muzzle of a gun forced him to.
"Move it! What's taking you so long?" The impatient bandit slammed the father to the ground with the butt of his rifle, then forcibly ripped his family from his arms.
The fallen father knelt, scrambling and crawling toward his family. Before he could get far, another blow to the back of his head sent him collapsing in a pool of blood.
"Daddy! Daddy!" The child, who had been dragged away, suddenly broke free from the bandit's grip and ran toward his fallen father. The bandits were caught off guard by this unexpected move, and could only watch as the child threw himself onto his father.
Witnessing the tragic scene of father and son, the other coerced refugees began to stir.
"Oh, my God. Can't you even handle something this trivial?" Big Beard noticed the commotion around him and strode over. He glanced at the father and son lying on the ground before his expression turned menacing.
"Come here, you detestable little thing." Big Beard snatched the child and tossed him into the arms of a subordinate behind him. Then, he roared at the crowd, "Don't even think about resisting us, you refugees. Anyone who dares to harbor such thoughts will be punished with the most brutal methods. I swear, you won't be able to withstand it. If you don't believe me, this man is proof."
With a wave of his hand, he gave an order to his men.
"Kill him. Teach them a lesson."
The armed subordinate immediately cocked his rifle, aiming it at the unconscious father on the ground. Seeing this, fear and despair began to flicker in the eyes of the surrounding refugees, while the man's wife clung to her child, sobbing.
At this moment, it seemed no one could save them. Looking around, Big Beard grinned triumphantly. The feeling of controlling others' lives was an irresistible addiction. He waited for the gunshot that would signal the terrifying power and deterrence of his methods, but instead, a deafening roar filled the air.
It felt like a missile had grazed his scalp as the ear-splitting roar grew louder and louder, creeping into his ears. Then, with a clang, a metallic figure descended from the sky amidst a blinding flash of fire.
Its crimson and gold armor radiated fiery passion, while its massive, imposing form exuded both deterrence and overwhelming pressure. Thanks to the recent rise of superheroism, the bandits made the only sensible decision in this situation.
The bandit closest to the father, the one about to execute him, immediately turned his gun and opened fire on the metallic figure.
Bullets rained down on the armor, but a fine layer of electric light flickered across the surface, instantly draining their momentum. The bullets fell limply to the ground.
Seizing the moment while the bandit was still dazed from his recent shot, Iron Man delivered a powerful punch to his body. The mechanical force far surpassed human strength, sending the bandit flying like a kite with a snapped string.
With a swift turn, Iron Man activated two emitters at the center of his palm, unleashing dazzling High-Energy Beams that struck down the surrounding bandits one by one.
The remaining bandits were terrified by this ruthlessly efficient display. In a silent, coordinated move, they all turned their guns toward the hostages.
With hostages at risk, Iron Man couldn't use the flashy High-Energy Beams. As the energy device on his palm gradually dimmed, the bandits let out a collective sigh of relief. But at that moment, two rows of small launchers emerged from Iron Man's shoulders, firing tungsten-steel rounds that killed the bandits before they could react.
"What the hell is this thing?" Big Beard cowered behind a wall, watching Iron Man effortlessly eliminate his men. He could feel his bladder about to burst. "I have to tell the boss. I have to tell the boss about this."
He pulled out a communicator, about to contact his leader, when the wall beside him suddenly exploded. A metal-armored hand reached through, hooked onto Big Beard's body, and yanked him through to the other side.
Iron Man grabbed him and, with a single flick of his wrist, tossed him into the crowd of refugees. Tony's voice came from behind the Iron Man Armor's faceplate:
"He's all yours."
With that, Iron Man blasted into the air, propelled by rocket-like thrusters. After he left, the refugees silently closed in. At that moment, they needed an outlet for their hatred, and Big Beard, a minor leader of the Ten Rings Gang, was the perfect target.
No one would pity this wicked bandit. His crimes—destroying homes, tearing families apart, and taking lives—had already sealed his fate and determined the heavy price he would pay.
Iron Man, or rather Tony Stark, soared through the air. The recent act was merely the beginning of his atonement. Today, his goal wasn't just to rescue the refugees; more importantly, he intended to rectify the mistakes Stark had made here. His ultimate aim was to destroy every Stark-made creation in the area.
To get a better lock on his target, he lowered his altitude. As he flew, a shell struck him—a powerful blast from a main battle tank, yet utterly ineffective.
The Iron Man Armor's new nanometal shell absorbed the kinetic energy with ease. At the nanoscale, the metal's wave-like motion dissipated all incoming force through high-frequency vibrations. The shell hit had no effect on Tony's armor, at most causing a negligible shift in his trajectory—effectively no impact at all.
Being hit by a shell didn't sit well with Tony, a man who never let an insult go unpunished. Without hesitation, he extended a hand, and a small missile shot out from the armor on his arm, striking the tank.
Tony's figure shot past the tank's turret in an instant. The tank's presence meant his target was close. Moments after he left, the tank erupted into a massive fireball.
The small missile was a weapon Stark had developed himself, its power rivaling any anti-tank weapon. Compared to older anti-tank weapons, this missile embodied the latest principle Tony had set for himself: everything must be made smaller. Thus, the missile, named "Little Bee," was barely a dozen centimeters long, about the size of a hot dog. Its effect? To roast people like dogs.
After eliminating the supposed obstacle, Tony quickly discovered the Ten Rings Gang's new base. Seeing large weapons emblazoned with his company's logo, he immediately swooped down. He let the bandits fire at him endlessly, focusing solely on unleashing his High-Energy Beam at full power.
The scorching beam instantly annihilated vast quantities of weapons and detonated several missiles. Combined with Tony's blinding speed, the Ten Rings Gang's base was reduced to a blazing inferno within minutes.
After destroying all the Stark weapons, Tony soared into the sky, propelled by the dazzling flames, and flew toward the other side of the ocean.
Shortly after he left, a truck pulled up to the base. The bald leader stared at the sea of flames before him, his face ashen and a bone-chilling aura radiating from his body. This was the look of a man pushed to the brink of madness by rage.
Seeing their leader's state, the surrounding bandits quietly retreated to a safe distance. Under the guise of fighting the fire, they avoided his gaze, hoping to escape becoming collateral damage in his wrath.
But contrary to their expectations, the leader didn't erupt in fury. Instead, he climbed alone into the truck's cab and made a call.
"What is it?" The voice on the other end was deep and authoritative.
"I apologize, sir. I've failed you. Our new base has been destroyed by an Iron Man." The bald leader reported, sweat beading on his forehead. He hated to deliver this news, but knew that if he didn't, the consequences would be far worse.
After a long pause, the voice on the other end responded:
"You have one more chance. Find Obadiah and tell him we'll make another deal. If you fail this time, don't contact me again."
"Yes, sir. I understand, sir," the bald leader replied, nodding and bowing repeatedly, even though the other end of the line was dead.
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