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The thunderous breathing echoed in the air, making people wonder what exactly existed under the steel shell of the power armor.

After a period of silence, a hoarse voice sounded under the power armor:

"You don't want to know, my friend, and I do not advise you to choose the same fate as me."

His voice seemed to have some strange magic power. Although his tone was gentle, it still made the soldiers retreat in horror.

"Come up quickly, boss, we have to rush to Defense Point No. 7."

His companions have already jumped onto the transport plane in the sky.

The power armor clenched the magic knife in its hand, jogged a few steps, jumped up like a cannonball, flew straight up nearly eighty meters in the air, and grabbed the cabin of the transport plane with its arms. No matter how flexible it was, Like an ape, he climbed into the cabin. His heavy weight caused the entire transport plane to sink violently the moment he boarded it.

The soldiers below whistled and clapped loudly.

In this desperate era, they no longer care about alien monsters. As long as they can help them eliminate these terrifying monsters, even mutants are good mutants.

The transport aircraft was a modified C-17 Globemaster transport aircraft. The Quinjet's small cabin could not accommodate these behemoths, and only the Globemaster's -meter-high cargo hold was adequate. The transport aircraft's wings have been modified so that it can deflect like an Osprey transport aircraft. Four powerful pulse engines make its thrust-to-weight ratio exceed one, allowing it to hover directly in mid-air.

Such crude modifications turned the transport plane into an uncontrollable monster that only the most experienced pilots could manage.

The full power operation of the four pulse engines caused every part of the transport aircraft to tremble violently, as if it could not wait to disintegrate. The entire transport aircraft began to violently climb and accelerate, flying towards the No. 7 defense stronghold. Seven people in power armor sat quietly on the highly sloping cargo deck, with traces of dark magic pouring into their bodies through the power armor.

There was only one team at first, but every few days, new power armor warriors would come out of Stark Industries' secret laboratory in the center of New Los Angeles. They always appeared in the most critical places on the front, with amazing Efficiently eliminate the mutant creatures that are coming in like a tide, and the sacrifice of their companions cannot dampen their will to fight in the slightest.

They are called Stark's Angels by the soldiers and are the final salvation in this desperate world.

In New Los Angeles, the entire city has completely turned into a war machine under the efficient and high-pressure rule of Stark Industries.

Useless shopping malls and large supermarkets were completely demolished by engineering robots and transformed into production workshops. The assembly lines ran efficiently around the clock to produce weapons and equipment for the front line.

In the tank production workshop, large parts are hoisted by cranes. Spider-shaped engineering robots are constantly climbing up and down, and the firelight is flashing, welding the tanks.

Tony Stark had a pair of thick dark circles under his eyes. He had not had a good rest for almost ten days. The main battle tank M1A2 before the Cataclysm had many parts that could not be produced in New Los Angeles. Some parts had the technology of New Los Angeles. Even better, which forced him to spend time adapting.

The huge workload made him exhausted. At this moment, he is sitting on a mechanical chair that can fly in the air. His time is too precious, and this mechanical chair can save him the time of walking.

Tony Stark did not rashly tear down all the weapons and equipment and start over again. That would not only require a huge workload, but also cost a lot of money to build new production lines, debug new weapons and equipment, run in each weapon system, and test the performance of weapons. time.

Producing thousands of tanks in batches is a completely different concept than churning out a few powered armors in a studio.

Putting soldiers on the battlefield with completely unfamiliar weapons is simply setting them up for death.

Tony Stark could only do his best to tinker with the original US military's equipment system and try his best to improve combat capabilities.

"Damn Rumsfeld, under his watch, the Army turned into a complete piece of shit, producing only garbage like Stryker."

He pinched his eyes to relieve the soreness coming from his eyeballs.

Donald Henry Rumsfeld was the 13th and 21st Secretary of Defense. When he took office, Stark Industries, under Obadiah's insider manipulation, made huge profits.

He cut off the experimental ship projects from the Nimitz class to the Ford class, and put a lot of new technologies on the Ford, making it very difficult for the Ford to enter service. From time to time, it had to be shut down and returned to the factory, and then turned around. Funds were invested in the Littoral Combat Ship.

The littoral combat ship, which was built with a large amount of national funds, not only had defects in design and workmanship, but also had a large number of supporting weapons and equipment that were difficult to produce or did not meet standards. It was riddled with diseases and began to retire after five or six years of service.

Now it's Tony Stark's turn to pay these debts. The thin-skinned Stryker armored vehicles with weak firepower suffered a lot of losses rapidly. Most of the remaining firepower only had a machine gun and needed to be modified before it could go on the battlefield.

Before the catastrophe, Stark Industries' main business was missiles. Even if it received a large number of technical managers from other weapons manufacturing companies, it was still difficult to restore the original system.

Tony Stark cheered up and prepared to continue to devote himself to the vast work. A feeling of atonement made him narcotize himself with endless work. He could only fall asleep when he was exhausted to the limit and tortured himself to the bone.

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Friday's voice came to his ears, and Tony Stark's thin face showed an excited look. He recruited the person in charge of the factory:

"You must control the craftsmanship. As I said, defective products should not be eliminated if they do not have any fatal flaws. It is far better to drive a tank with flaws than to charge directly at mutated creatures."

Engineering robots cannot complete all the work. There are still quite a few workers in the factory to complete the remaining steps. After all, they are not well-trained industrial workers. They only started working after less than a week of training. This results in the weapons and equipment shipped from the factory always having some minor flaws.

Under everyone's admiring gaze, Tony Stark pressed his temples to relieve his headache.

"You are a true hero, Mr. Stark!"

A female worker who was installing the commander's peripheral vision mirror on the tank said that she was wearing simple work clothes and had a long and narrow scar on her face, but she still couldn't hide her beauty.

"Thank you, have we met before?"

Stark felt inexplicably familiar.

"I'm the March cover girl, and we've slept together before. You used to be just an arrogant bastard, and now you're full of masculine charm."

The female worker wiped the oil on her face and said.

"Thank you, I also want to give my old self a punch."

Tony Stark said, operating the mechanical chair to leave the factory and fly to the laboratory. After numerous tests and confirmation of identity, he entered the laboratory. This laboratory is just one of his many. Stark knew that eggs could not be put in one basket and stored his research results in more than a dozen secret laboratories. Only his wife Pepper knows the location and entry methods of all laboratories. If something happens to him, the program will automatically start on Friday to help Pepper receive all the laboratories.

The main research direction of the laboratory he entered was biology.

After seeing the upper limit of strength that an individual like Broly could achieve, Tony Stark put considerable energy into biology and achieved considerable results.

In this laboratory, he and his assistants dissected thousands of mutated creatures to study the ways in which dark abilities erode the creatures, the organs and tissue changes of the mutated creatures, and the source of their mysterious abilities. Through these, Stark Industries has even developed a drug that suppresses minor mutations, but it has not yet been tested on humans.

"Is he awake already?"

Stark asked as soon as he entered the lab.

"Not yet, but the transformation surgery went very smoothly. His immune system's immune response to Uru metal has been suppressed. We successfully plated a layer of Uru metal on the right arm bone of the super soldier!"

The deputy in the laboratory said excitedly.

The power armor warriors active on various fronts come from this laboratory.

Under the leadership of Tony Stark, they improved the super serum. But even soldiers injected with super serum can still only be used as cannon fodder on the front line in this era. When facing mutant creatures, they are no better than ordinary soldiers.

He did not stop transforming. After being injected with the serum, the hearts of the warriors and some of the talented ones were enough to support the martial arts of running the demon robots.

The success rate was not high. About half of the warriors' hearts exploded and died. Their hearts could not carry the power in the demon's heart crystal core. Even among those who succeeded, a considerable number of them turned into monsters who only knew how to kill due to the erosion of demonic energy.

Tony Stark implanted a suppressor in the remaining warriors. The martial arts derived from the demon robots are not the martial arts of the demons after all, and are less corrosive to human nature. The chip inside the suppressor can constantly monitor the erosion of the demonic energy on the warrior's brain, send timely alarms and inject tranquilizers, and even directly self-destruct when necessary, destroying out-of-control warriors from the inside out.

"Don't call them super soldiers in the future. They are the angels who will save mankind in the last days."

He knew what the soldiers on the front line called these super soldiers. Compared with the illusory angels in religious legends, these people who sacrificed everything for the future of mankind are truly worthy of the name of angels.