Super Detective in the Fictional World

Pfft!

In a crisp sound, there was a thin, deep crevice on the ground that emitted a hint of heat.

The LCD screen wall behind a few people was also pulled out of a large mouth and instantly the black screen revealed an unpleasant burning smell.

The audience on the stage couldn't help but shout and make a huge wave.

But nobody ran, and most people thought it was a new trick designed by Major Tony.

“Happy, box.” Tony shouted and shouted at Happy, but people ran to the other side.

Fat Happy rolled a few laps on the ground, saw the action, understood what he meant, rolled a few laps again, rolled behind the curtain wall, climbed up and ran to the red suitcase.

No one cares about the others, just walks up to Tony: "Tony Stark, you know? You are all thieves and bandits. ”

Pfft!

Another whip pulled toward Tony as he slowly retreated.

Tony sidestepped back, dodging the whip again, and the curtain wall behind him was again damaged and cut open again.

Everyone screamed underneath the stage, and the cameras and titanium phones stood up and watched.

Tony, facing the crisis onstage, found himself feeling less nervous.

The guy with the whip in front of him is a weak chicken compared to the black charcoal head that looks like a fighter god. Just these two moments, he can easily escape without wearing steel armor.

Tony thinks the guy across the street is a kindergarten little brother compared to someone else's rope dart.

But soon Tony noticed something was wrong.

Someone didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him. Two whips, like circus animals, snapped but never attacked continuously. They just forced him to jump everywhere, and his father's garbage was all ridiculed.

“Shh!” a short whistle, Tony glanced over the other way behind him, and Happy's figure appeared there, holding a red suitcase in his arms, and was overjoyed: "Shoot. ”

At the end of the speech, several security guards around the area had already raised their guns and resolutely pulled the trigger.

It all happened so quickly that they were constrained by the attacker, who was wearing something like a steel armor.

If they do not speak up, they dare not use their weapons at will, for fear of accidentally killing them or injuring civilians.

But as long as Tony talks, they won't take any responsibility, which is a guarantee from the Stark Group.

Several rounds of bullets were fired at the attacker, his hands whipped and more than a dozen rounds deflected and flew away as he approached him.

Tony jumped behind the curtain wall and stepped on the red suitcase, which instantly stood up and opened.

He bent his back and pressed his hands like gloves, then lifted the case to his chest and the suitcase immediately extended with a piece of red and silver armor wrapped around his upper body.

Tony's arms and legs unfold smoothly, maintaining the most standard dressing posture, with a piece of folding armor popping out of the backbone and quickly assembling together.

Finally, the helmet flips up from the back, the silver mask snaps, and the eyes glow white.

The entire outfit took only five seconds, and Tony became Iron Man again.

Pfft!

The curtain wall in front of him was split open by a blue and white whiplash, and the attacker looked at him from the crack with a smile on his face, not surprised that he was wearing armor.

Tony lifted one hand, and the wrist ring lit up, and the cannon was about to blow over.

The blue and white whip was drawn again, Tony flashed slightly, and the tail of the whip took a small bend and pulled back from the side to his wrist. The accumulation process of the palm gun was immediately interrupted.

Tony immediately moved his side and the palm gun of his other hand was lifted.

Batman only abused him once the other day, and he has understood that he must not be caught by the other party in battle, it is not desirable to output this kind of thing in situ.

Boom!

The palm cannon fired, and the blue and white lashes fluttered almost simultaneously, hitting each other, making a louder burst, the strong airflow scattered, and the surrounding debris flew.

The attackers were safe and even smiled, and the whip continued to smoke.

Palm cannon attacks are an exodus of energy, only for a moment, not the whip of an entity.

Much of the apparent lack of field experience with psychics was suddenly strangled to death by a whip.

Jarvis' reminder continues to ring and the internal system is extremely unstable.

The attacker's whip is very distinctive, and energy is transformed into an ionized plasma stream that meets vulnerable objects and naturally lashes two segments at a time.

Tony's steel armor is less brittle, and even the brittlest Mark Five can temporarily resist the damage of an ion whip.

However, it also interferes with steel armor, and the power output of the Mark V is extremely unstable, preventing Tony from immediately escaping this plastered ion whip.

At the same time, the attacker's other whip waved freely behind him.

Stark security and the bullets fired by the police all deviated as they approached and flew somewhere.

Obviously, this whip also has pretty good protection.

The attacker was not equipped with armor, perhaps because his most important safeguard was not armor.

Tony tried to get up, but at this moment he suddenly felt tight in his heart, bloated in front of his eyes, had difficulty breathing, and his knee, which had just woken up a little bit, hit the floor again.

Mayhem Fako! There's something wrong with your body at this time. He reacted immediately.

Since there was a hole in his chest, he has been adsorbing shrapnel near his heart with an Ark reactor, and he has been experiencing palladium poisoning for months.

Since his last abduction, he has ensured that a set of iron and steel armor is around at all times and does not want to embarrass himself again with the armor.

Turns out the armor's fine now, he's having problems with his body.

If I had the physical qualities of that black charcoalhead, it would be a failure of the Ark Reactor, and I could hold this guy down! Tonymore came up with a human monster who was talented and compared to himself.

Once again, there was an uncomfortable momentum in his mind: no. The guy in front of me was so weak, I was suppressed! Pass it to the guy's ear, next time it's not ridiculous!

Thinking so, Tony raised his head violently and his eyes lit up, meaning he was highly focused.

Spin, the white light flashed, and he was unconsciously stunned: did I hallucinate? Or am I seriously ill again?

From the virtual projection, he saw a dark shadow pouring silently from the sky opposite him.

Just the gliding cape, the sneaky style, Tony knew who was coming.

The shadow plunged from the sky, like a bat preyed on in the night, flipped cleverly in the air, slipped out of the blue and white whiplash and slipped on the attacker's back.