Chapter 214

The battle armor of Mark No. 42 has already begun to seep into it.

rushed to the head.

There was finally some panic in Tony's eyes, and the steel armor didn't give him enough security this time.

The arm part automatically disengaged, pulling Tony's arm and pulling the whole person out.

Reattached to the arm.

The sea water had already submerged in his mouth, making Tony unable to breathe.

"Flight Power Restoration"

The Mark 42 flew again.

It took off quickly, rushed straight out of the water, and sank into the clouds.

Tony has fallen into a coma.

Jarvis tried to wake Tony up, but couldn't, and carried out Tony's last plan, flying to Rose Hill, Tennessee.

A few hours later, a slightly unconscious Tony was woken up by Jarvis' siren.

The harsh alarm sound made Tony, who had just woken up from a coma, very uncomfortable.

"The alarm is off, I'm awake."

"It's an alert for less than five percent charge."

The projection screen in front of him trembled violently, and the entire low-flying Mark 42 also quickly fell obliquely.

In Tony's scream, he fell down unexpectedly, slammed into the ground violently, broke countless trees, and stopped on a piece of snow.

The Mark 42 had poor contact sparks flickering all over his body.

Tony rolled over reluctantly, panting heavily, and took off his mask for better breathing.

A little snowflake fell on the tip of the nose.

"It's snowing, where are we?" Tony asked involuntarily.

"Five miles from Rose Hill, Tennessee."

"why?"

Tony asked loudly in disbelief, "Jarvis, I didn't say I was coming here. What are you doing here? It's thousands of miles away from home, we should go to Pepper."

"I executed a flight plan, and the location is here." Jarvis said calmly.

"Who asked you this?"

Tony was a little sad, "Open the armor."

The armor flickered, but there was no movement.

"I think I might be out of order," Jarvis said.

After a second, the entire armor gradually unfolded, and Tony sat up all of a sudden, gasping for breath.

And Tony's first feeling was, "It's so cold!"

Rubbing his hands, he looked at the surrounding environment, desolate, silent, and cold.

He picked up a piece of ice and applied it to his left arm. There was a tingling sensation on it, which made Tony very uncomfortable. It seemed that when he was wearing the armor, he put it on together with the fragments in the air.

"Maybe I should put on armor."

Tony, who was only wearing a short sleeve, trembled and said.

"I think it's time for me to sleep, sir." Jarvis's voice gradually weakened.

"Jarvis"

"Jarvis?"

"Don't leave me, brother..."

Tony looked at the snowflakes all over the sky. He was alone, and felt the complete cold from the inside out.

But there was no hesitation, and the problem was solved immediately

In this environment, every minute cannot be wasted.

I found a rope nearby, pulled on the Mark 42, and moved forward silently and slowly in the desolate ice and snow.

Because the Mark 42 is a lightweight battle armor, on the basis of the gold-titanium alloy, composite ceramics, lightweight fiberglass and a titanium-plated frame are added.

In the snow, Tony can also drag it up with his own strength.

After walking for more than an hour, I finally saw a light and found a closed auto shop.

Being extremely cold, he pulled the grey cloth wrapped around a statue at the entrance of the store and wrapped it around himself.

At the same time, using the phone booth on the side, he was linked to the Stark network.

"Pepper, it's me."

"I have a lot to apologize for, but not enough time"

"First of all, I shouldn't put you in danger, I'm selfish and stupid, and it will never happen again."

"Second, that rabbit is really too big,

My, sorry. "

"Finally, I want to apologize first, because, I can't go home yet, I have to find the guy, you have to stay in a safe place."

These words are what Tony wanted to say to Pepper. The long rally just now made Tony think a lot.

He also gave up the idea of ​​going back immediately, because only then would Pepper be safe.

And since he has come here, he can rub against the enemy unprepared to solve the opponent.

Tony continued to pull Mark 42 firmly and walked down. Finally, at the edge of Rose Hill Town, he found a warehouse with no one and opened the door.

However, it was discovered that this garage-like warehouse turned out to be more like a small home, and at the same time, there were many mechanical tools.

He carried Mark 42 to the sofa and let him sit upright.

Tony looked at the armor, and placed the steel arm hanging on the side on the armrest of the sofa, just like treating a real person.

"Comfortable?"

Tony leaned on Mark 42's side panting, a little dazed.

A minute later, Tony was sitting on the tool table beside him, using tweezers to remove glass debris that had been trapped in his arm for hours.

At the door, a small figure appeared with a homemade gun in his hand and aimed at Tony.

"Don't move!!"

A crisp child's voice rang out.

And Tony immediately raised his hands.

In the United States, it is possible to shoot directly when breaking into a house without permission.

"You caught me."

"Great potato gun, the barrel is too long and the caliber is too wide, which will also reduce the speed of the bullet." Tony said quickly looking at the little boy in front of him.

The boy turned his gun and pressed it lightly, and a plastic ball shot out, accurately shattering a glass beside him, and its power should not be underestimated.

Tony saw it, put his arm down, "You're out of bullets now."

"What's on your chest?"

The little boy looked at Tony's shiny chest and asked, the gun was still aimed at Tony.

"Electromagnets, like batteries."

Tony put the tweezers aside.

"Powered by what?"

Tony took a fancy to this little guy, raised his brows slightly, and hesitated slightly.

He turned his body and turned the lamp to shine on the battle-damaged Mark 42 behind him.

The potato gun in the little boy's hand fell to the ground unconsciously, with an unbelievably happy smile on his face, staring at Mark 42 closely, his eyes fixed.

"My goodness!"

Some walked over cautiously, as if he was having a sweet dream, and couldn't bear to wake him up.

His eyes were full of love, happiness, and a hint of fear, as if he was afraid that he was dreaming.

"That, is that Iron Man?"

"Theoretically I am."

Tony retorted.

The boy looked at Tony in front of him, and passed the evening newspaper in his hand, "Theoretically, you are dead."

Excitedly, he walked towards the wounded and battle-damaged Mark 42.

Sitting next to the armor, he looked carefully, "What happened to him?"

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