Marvel's I Can Control Metal

As soon as Stark came in, he saw a mess on the [-]th floor. There were blazing flames everywhere, and if it wasn't for being slashed and slashed with knives, a big hole would have been made on the ground.

In this scene, it seemed that the lights were a bit dim, and Zost was lying aside with a broken arm.

His clothes were in tatters all over his body. Even the black high-temperature-resistant soft armor made by Leo himself was torn open with difficulty in front of the thin sword, revealing countless scars.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to send a rescue machine?"

Stark flew to Zost and opened his mask, looked at him and asked.

"I'm fine. I'll recover in a while. The captain has already gone in to chase that guy. Go and help."

Zost climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and the wounds on his body were still slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it was not as fast as at the beginning, it was still hundreds of times faster than ordinary people.

Stark looked at the slowly rolling red lava on his severed right arm, and it immediately brought back some bad memories to him.

Of course, Stark didn't stay too long, leaned forward, and rushed directly into the room.

Zost, however, walked towards another room with some staggering steps.

"This bastard, I must chop off his head with my own hands."

As soon as Stark entered the laboratory, he saw the two figures wrestling together in the middle.

And Rogers was completely suppressed by the man in black robe. If the shield in his hand was not played extremely smoothly, it might not be as simple as the few scars on his body.

Stark naturally did not hesitate, stretched his hands forward, and fired two blue palm cannons quickly.

The speed of the palm cannon was so fast that the man in black robe could not react.

However, just two palm cannon shots hit the man in black robe, but there were only two muffled sounds, but the huge impact made the man in black robe take a few steps back.

At this time, Rogers rolled up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed state.

There are also several wounds on the body, bleeding, although it does not affect the battle, it just looks very miserable.

Stark did not stop fighting, but looking at all the experimental materials, equipment, information, etc. around him, of course he did not use powerful weapons immediately.

The shoulder armor of the Mark 43 also opened, and more than a dozen automatic guided munitions rushed towards the man in black robes.

But what people didn't expect was that the guy actually raised the dagger in his hand and knocked it lightly a few times, then used his inner armor to carry several daggers down. In the end, only one shot hit the black-robed man's calf.

However, what Stark was targeting at the beginning was not the fatal position on the man in black robe.

The original intention was to make the enemy lose their combat effectiveness, but now it seems that the idea of ​​​​killing the enemy with one blow has failed.

Stark stood beside Rogers and pulled him up.

"Are you okay, Captain?"

"It's not very good. This guy fights like he's dying. Even though he's in good shape now, he can't last more than a few minutes."

Rogers, who clearly looked like he was about to fall down from exhaustion, jumped up from the ground again.

"But the layer of black inner armor on his body is really weird, it seems to release his energy."

Roger said after taking a few breaths.

At this time, the man in black robe was in really bad condition. The high-intensity battle in just a few minutes had left his body somewhat exhausted.

What's more, he also experienced Zost's intense flame burning, which made his already poor physical condition almost on the verge of collapse.

This is also the reason why the Master Assassins of the Hand Hehui rarely take action. With their current physical condition, they simply cannot complete many tasks.

Even if he is able to persist now, it is only because of the extremely exciting special drugs injected into his body that he can continue to persist.

Now it seems that it is a bit inaccurate to say that the man in black robe is, after all, the black robe on his body was burnt by the flames just now, burned out numerous gaps, and became a rag hanging on his body.

The hat and mask on his head were also burned to tatters, and could not even cover his face.

In the laboratory, due to extensive damage, alarms sounded and even the lights turned red.

At this time, the man in black robe was no longer hiding.

He tore off the remaining black robe and mask on his body, revealing an extremely strange face.

It was as if a shoddy plastic surgery had been performed after being disfigured by a fire. The entire face looked as fake as a toy, and the face was as pale as a plastic model.

At this time, he also cracked a corner of his mouth, and a hoarse voice like a centenarian's broken gong emerged.

"It seems that what Madam said is indeed right. This is really my last mission, and I didn't bring this thing for nothing!!"

"As for the question you just asked, I can also answer you. The inner armor on my body and the shield in your hand are made of the same material."

With the loss of the black robe on his body, one can also see the limbs covered by the inner armor.

The veins on the limbs are exposed, but there are strange black cracks.

And then something incredible happened.

Right in front of Rogers and Stark, they watched helplessly as each other's limbs shrank and wrinkled rapidly, as if they were being dried at an accelerated rate.

At this time, he did not hesitate any longer. On his already somewhat dry right hand, an extra tube of snow-white reagent appeared, about the size of a bottle of mineral water.

The black inner armor that was originally somewhat narrow on the body also began to change, unfolding downwards a bit, covering the entire upper body.

There was even a gap opened in his ribs, and the snow-white potion in his hand was directly stuffed into it.

And the next second, his originally shriveled body became full again, and even his pale face had a hint of rosy.

"I still have 5 minutes, I hope you can deal with me within this time."

"That's right! Remember, my name is Teresa!"

A strange smile appeared on the other party's terrifying face.

His calf, which was originally bleeding from being hit by a micro-missile, began to heal slowly.

Stark didn't hesitate anymore, raised his arms, and quickly charged up the two palm cannons and released them.

Rogers also charged forward with his shield. Even when facing an enemy with such a strong sense of crisis, he did not flinch at all.

Two palm cannons attacked first.

But there was only one opponent, and he could avoid them all by turning slightly sideways.

Such a distance, but it was just passing by, and the timing was so good that even Jarvis couldn't predict it completely.

Facing Rogers who was bullying him, Delisa moved his steps and struck out with a palm.

Even though Roger finally made a defensive stance, I was knocked back several steps by a palm and leaned heavily against the wall.

And Delisa also took two steps back, then quickly ran towards Stark again.