Chapter 31 The Correct Use of Iron Lump

When the two armors entered the country, the soldier responsible for monitoring thought it was Superman coming, so he immediately pressed the emergency button and reported to his superiors.

That's why the elite flight formation consisting of more than a dozen fighter planes has been dispatched.

"But where did this thing come from? Rod, did you just use 'just'?"

An air force lieutenant colonel slapped the table, "Two people in this thing held back our entire formation. You still think it's not strong and say it's just an exoskeleton mecha?"

Rhodes touched his face: "I am comparing it with Superman! I work in the Weapons Research Department, so of course I know what these two things mean!"

"But they really should be described as 'just'!"

"Look at the technology on them."

"Unknown high-power stable energy, ultra-high strength and precision metal materials, incredible anti-gravity systems and energy transmission systems..."

"These technologies are at least ten years ahead of us!"

“If these technologies were in our hands, tomorrow the Pentagon could start planning for world domination!”

"What I can't understand is why the other party uses such technology to build mechas. It's like a person being protected by a group of tanks and fighting hand-to-hand on the battlefield..."

"And have you noticed that the other party has not made any active attacks? Is it possible that they are actually from our side?"

Rhodes advised: "So why don't we try to communicate with the other party first?"

The highest-ranking Air Force Lieutenant General, General Ross, made a direct decision: "Whether they are from our side or not, shoot them down first!"

"Wait, what is that? It looks like another exoskeleton armor?" Suddenly a colonel pointed at the screen and exclaimed.

Everyone looked over.

At some point, a silver-white armor appeared next to the golden-red armor.

"Damn, they are organized! Shoot them all down!" The beard on Rose's mouth trembled.

…

Leon saw two armors flying through the hail of bullets from a distance.

He accelerated and flew to the side of the embarrassed Tony.

"Tony, I haven't seen you for a long time, why do you look like you went to the oil field for a dip?"

"Ah!" Tony exclaimed from the golden-red armor. He turned around and almost attacked after seeing Leon.

"Leon! Maybe next time you appear, you can look a little more like a human being instead of a ghost!" Tony was really shocked.

He almost lost his balance in the air: "Also, why are you wearing my armor!"

Leon tilted his head: "Of course it's because you took my armor away."

He glanced back behind him. More than a dozen fighter planes were chasing him to death, and the bullets never stopped pouring. More than a dozen projectiles in the air blocked most of the escape routes.

"I mean, why don't you wear those tight underwear of yours!" Tony dodged a string of bullets with difficulty.

"You have forgotten who I am when I wear the Superman uniform, and I can't meet you for the time being?"

Compared with Tony, Leon's evasive movements seemed to be very easy.

"But mainly because I plan to show you the correct use of this iron knot!"

"What? You mean you brought me the instruction manual for the Mark Armor? That's really great, I just need this." Tony curled his lips.

"The next step is not in the instruction manual. Watch out, I won't use my own strength during the whole process!"

Leon firmly remembered the positions of all the fighters behind him and suddenly shouted.

"Jarvis, deploy the ailerons!"

A snort! The silver-white Mark II armor unfolded its ailerons and suddenly slowed down!

Jarvis was always so considerate at critical moments. He would do whatever you asked him to do immediately, without any hesitation.

Even this order from Leon caused the Mark armor to fall directly into the fighter group.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Tony was stunned and turned to watch Leon flying behind him.

The fighter pilots behind were also dumbfounded.

Turning around, he saw the silver-white armor flying beside his cabin, waving enthusiastically to him.

"Call the command center! Target No. 3 suddenly slowed down and rushed into our queue, requesting to change the attack target!" The captain of the fleet immediately grabbed the radio and shouted wildly.

"Allow the attack! Be sure to shoot it down!" the command command was issued at the same time.

"Attack! Attack! Attack!" The fighter group immediately dispersed its formation.

One part accelerated forward, and the other part decelerated behind, surrounding the Mark 2 as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

Although there was panic at the beginning, the fighter pilots' mouths almost widened after the formation was formed.

In their eyes, the enemy's initiative to enter their own encirclement is no different from delivering food.

"Unit No. 1 has locked the target!"

"Unit No. 2 is locked..."

"..."

Continuous reports sounded on the channel, and the captain immediately ordered an attack.

"Attack! Launch airborne missiles!"

emission! Fire all the bombs!

Each fighter plane was firing missiles and also used onboard machine guns to block evasion space.

Lyon was bombarded from all directions.

Dozens of missiles increase in speed very quickly after being launched, and can hit the Mark 2 within a few seconds.

Naturally, Lyon will not sit still and wait for death.

He completely shut down the propulsion device and fell downwards in a horizontal parabolic arc.

Such a move was completely unexpected by the other party.

The missiles coming from all directions suddenly fell in front of the Mark 2.

Although under the control of the tracking system, they quickly changed direction.

But this encounter caused the speed of the missile group to drop sharply, to less than one-third of the previous speed.

"Go down!" The fighter group also began to turn around.

"Jarvis, turn on the intelligent locking system." Leon did not use super vision or super strength, but relied entirely on the function of the Mark II armor to fight back.

Jarvis moved quickly, and quickly marked the trajectory of each missile and the current speed on the projection in the helmet.

"Very good." Leon began to accelerate backwards, and the missile group chased in front of him.

At this time, their direction of action was completely opposite to Tony's previous direction.

"Leon!" Tony's voice cut into the helmet at this time, "What do you want to do? Calm down, try not to attack, we are the "invaders" now, don't escalate the situation!"

Their mechas have not been filed with the Eagle.

Moreover, the mechas are carrying thermal weapons. Strictly speaking, they are invaders with bad intentions.

It is reasonable for those fighters to shoot them down.

"I will operate, don't worry, just watch how I deal with them." Leon replied briefly.

He operated the Mark Armor and began to accelerate, but he controlled the speed to be slower than the missile group behind him.

When the missile was extremely close, he suddenly staggered, and in a short moment, the acceleration of the armor first decreased and then increased.

After the speed changed, he stuck to the side of a missile with a "bang"!

"Jarvis, use the current to absorb the missile shell, be careful not to overload and cause premature detonation!"

After Leon gave an order, he controlled the propulsion flame ejected from the bottom of Mark II's feet to suddenly increase the power.

He began to accelerate with the missile!