Chapter 1742 Slapped in the Face Quickly, and the Young and Old Rushed Again
For a moment, Tony felt a tightness in his chest, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate. He flew out with Dr. Hansen in his arms.
On the beach outside, the quadruple-mounted portable missile launchers on the two yachts were continuously shooting out small missiles, aiming at the seaside villas and bombarding them indiscriminately.
Each yacht is equipped with two quadruple launchers at the front and back, one person controls the yacht, and the two take turns launching it, completely in the posture of razing the villa to the ground.
In fact, they did intend to do so.
In order to give Tony a "surprise", the two yachts approached at normal speeds, and the people on them were also wearing ordinary T-shirts and jeans.
The transmitter is covered with something like a sun blanket.
Anyway, this portable quad launcher is not too big, about the size of an oversized suitcase.
The monitoring work was handed over to a helicopter at a high altitude in the distance. It was not equipped with weapons or approached. It only existed as an eye and provided information to the two yachts below.
That way, Jarvis couldn't detect their anomalies.
After all, there are many yachts passing by here every day, and many people even saw the cool appearance of this villa, and simply drove the yacht around to watch it.
To say that Tony's seaside villa is not defenseless, but it is never expected to be bombarded by dozens of missiles indiscriminately.
Unless Tony turns this villa into a military fortress and equips it with a missile defense system, it will be too aesthetically pleasing.
If this happens, the best choice is to put on the armor and kill the opponent instead of protecting the villa.
At this moment, the young master is so miserable, and the big reason is that he did it himself.
Like others looking for Batman to seek revenge, they must first have the address of the Batcave.
Tony was fine, he blew himself up and begged for a slap in the face.
...
The attackers attacked without any pause at the beginning.
On the sea more than 100 meters away from the villa, a series of small missiles hit the villa like flying monkeys, just like a big demolition.
Inside the villa, Tony hugged Dr. Hansen and huddled into a ball with all his strength, trying not to let the back of his head face the impact of the explosion.
Driven by the shock wave, countless sundries crazily hit the nano armor behind him.
After a lump of cement over a hundred catties smashed Tony and the two into the air, he finally couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of old blood, and half of the female doctor's face immediately turned red.
Tony screamed in his heart.
This set of nano-armor is just an experimental product, and its protection power cannot be compared with the mark armor.
What makes him depressed is that there are dozens of sets of Mark armor in the underground laboratory under his feet, and any set of them can make him come back.
It's a pity that most of these battle armors are experimental products, either without remote control function, or without energy drive.
Only the new Mark 42 prodigal son has the functions of remote control, split movement and automatic assembly.
However, the power of the backup driving energy on each component is not enough to quickly break through the collapsed villa.
Tony regretted that he had been studying Pym particles for several days, but he didn't install a miniature reactor on the prodigal son first—because that kind of technology was too imperfect.
Otherwise, even if it was just a fist, Jarvis could turn it into a missile fist, smashing the two yachts on the sea.
Tony, who had been severely injured, gradually lost consciousness. He could only hug Dr. Hansen as hard as he could, rushed to the corner of the pillar in the main hall, and passed out.
Dr. Hansen, who was pressed by him, patted his back in panic: "Tony, Tony, don't..."
Then a missile shot into the shattered hall,
The air wave brought down a large section of the wall, and then the pillars in the hall also tilted and fell down.
Dr. Hansen could only stare wide-eyed, watched the pillar fall, and let out a scream: "Ahhh~"
Only Jarvis's voice echoed in the ruined basement: "Sir, how are you doing?"
"There is no response, the life detection system is extremely unstable, and it is judged that the level of danger encountered is extremely high."
"Activate the emergency plan and send a message for help to Mr. Bruce."
In fact, Luke at this time also knew that Tony had been beaten.
Because the attacker's helicopter filmed the entire process of the destruction of the beach house and sent it to the TV station.
Tony's priority level on Luke's side is the highest, so Ah Fu immediately notified Luke of the news.
While Jarvis was explaining the process of the attack and Tony's worrisome physical condition, a transit drone had been launched in Kansas, quickly establishing a spiritual terminal signal channel between the east and west coasts of the United States.
Immediately next to Santa Monica Beach in Los Angeles, less than 30 kilometers away from Malibu, a dusty secret warehouse was opened, and two high-fidelity humanoid prototypes sat in a sports car and went straight to the west of Malibu.
In less than ten minutes, the black sports car drifted into the entrance passage of the seaside villa.
The sound of rapid friction between the tires and the ground made the six masked attackers searching the ruins turn their heads to look at the passage.
Before the black sports car came to a complete stop, a figure jumped out of the skylight, holding a 0.50 heavy machine gun dedicated to the prototype in both hands, and spit out ferocious flames.
Amidst the dull tom tom tom sound, the two masked attackers who were standing closer to the door were beaten in two.
The remaining four gangsters were taken aback. Before they could react, another figure jumped out of the driver's seat of the stopped sports car.
The same hand-held heavy machine gun, the same tom-tom sound, and the details of two standing on a high place were smashed.
The last two people behind the ruins of the villa looked at each other, one of them made a gesture, and the two took a few steps to run up, jumped off the cliff, and fell into the sea.
At the same time, the avatar of the deity was dormant at the same time, and Luke, who entered the remote control operation of the dual prototypes, found that the guy who was cut in two at the earliest was recovering quickly.
The upper bodies of the two became fiery red, like magma, and sections of fiery red bodies grew out from the severed waist and abdomen, and hip joints could be seen after five seconds.
This is... the fiery red man? Luke raised his eyebrows, and the two prototype fighters split into two groups.
One plane guarded the two bandits, while the other plane jumped a few times and went around the side of the ruins to find the other two attackers who were maimed.
After waiting another five seconds, Luke looked at the two guys who had recovered to their calves: the recovery speed test is over, and it's time for the violent disassembly experiment.
With a twist of his mouth, he pulled the trigger again.
Tom tom tom tom!
The two gangsters who tried to evade temporarily by crawling, delaying the recovery of their feet, were completely blown up by a series of bullets.
This time Luke was shot from beginning to end, and he didn't let go of it. The two attackers turned into a pile of flying pieces.
The fiery red body fragments seemed to feel the crisis of extinction, and quickly became brighter, desperately trying to recover their bodies.
But all in vain.
In less than two seconds, they were unable to complete their rebirth and reached a certain limit. The dazzling white light flashed and exploded, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust before disappearing without a trace.
After a few breaths, the prototype circled behind and bombed the other two injured attackers.
Seeing that the only two remaining details had already fled a few hundred meters in the yacht, Luke snorted coldly and stopped chasing them.