The End of Marvel's Seraph

In the desert not knowing how far away from Qian Xiao, there is a military weapons testing site.

At this time, a large group of soldiers with generals on their shoulders were standing in front of a man in a suit with a sexy moustache, listening to his passionate speech.

"Now! Let's try out these weapons. I can assure you that you will love it! And those bad guys will never want to come out of the cave again."

After all, Tony Stark waved his hand, directing the attention of everyone present to the missiles that were ready to launch.

The missile launcher was immediately raised, and the tail of one of the missiles mounted on it began to emit flames, flying towards the distant mountains in a billow of smoke.

The missile soared rapidly, and disintegrated when it reached the highest point. Dozens of small missiles separated from the main missile, scattered and fell to the peaks of the mountain range at an extremely fast speed.

On the ground, Tony Stark was still explaining calmly, and he even raised his hands, pretending to be enjoying himself.

"Now, I solemnly recommend to everyone - Jericho Missile!"

In the distance, the missile landed on the ground. At the moment of the explosion, it set off a huge cloud of smoke, dust and air waves, sweeping towards everyone like a tsunami. Even from where everyone was standing, the turbulent air waves still blew everyone's hats away.

When everyone was immersed in the amazing power of this missile, Tony walked out of the smoke with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Purchase more than half a billion dollars in weapons and get a prize: a glass of wine!"

He walked to a large box full of technology, and took out a glass of chilled wine from it.Without turning around, he raised his glass and made a toast to the generals behind him.

Tony put the wine to his mouth, took a sip with enjoyment, and exclaimed:

"Respect for peace!"

Suddenly, the phone in Tony's pocket rang.

Tony took out the cell phone that was ringing in his pocket and answered a video call.

A figure appeared on the phone screen. It was his uncle and his deputy at Stark Industries: Obadiah Stan.

"Obi, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Obadiah on the opposite side was lying on the bed, "I don't know the result, I can't sleep, how is the situation?"

"Everything is going well!" Tony said casually, "It seems that this time I will make a lot of money."

Obadiah, who was on the opposite side of the phone, was excited when he heard the news, "YES! Well done, kid!"

"By the way, why didn't you wear the pajamas I bought for you?"

"Oh~" At this point, Obadiah had a look of helplessness on his face.

"Actually, Tony, you have to know that SpongeBob SquarePants is really too fancy for someone my age! And the size of the pajamas doesn't fit right, maybe because I've gained weight recently."

"Really? How about trying Tom Cat next time? After all, blue can make you look thinner than yellow."

Facing Tony's lack of focus, Obadiah had no choice but to forcibly end the topic.

"Okay, I'm late here now, can we meet tomorrow? Good night, Tony."

"Okay, bye."

After that, Tony hung up the phone and boarded a military Humvee.

When Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, who came with Tony, was about to get in the car, Tony closed the car door.

"Hi, Tony." Rhodes looked at Tony dissatisfied.

Tony leaned out of the car window, "Sorry, this is a happy Hummer, the one behind is an angry Hummer!"

"Ok."

Rhodes smiled helplessly, but as Tony's good friend, he knew that this guy had this character.

"Anyway, well done!"

"Of course, see you at the base!"

Soon, the Humvee Tony was riding in was escorted by two other military vehicles and left.

It was still late at night in New York. In a luxurious room, Obadiah was lying on the bed at the moment, with a gloomy expression on his face.

He casually swept a set of ragged SpongeBob pajamas into the trash can next to the bed, then adjusted his posture and sat up.He took out his mobile phone, dug out a phone number from a hidden corner at the bottom of the address book, edited a text message, and sent it.

The content of the text message is very short, only one sentence: start to act.

After sending it successfully, Obadiah deleted the record of this text message, then pulled the quilt over it, and soon fell asleep.

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On a desert road, a masked man was looking into the distance with a telescope. At the end of his field of vision was a cloud of dust that was raised when vehicles were driving.

"It's finally here..."

The motorcade soon arrived in front of Raza.

The convoy had to stop because someone was blocking the road.

The soldier in the co-driver of the lead car opened the door and got out with a gun in hand.He yelled at Raza who was standing in the middle of the road, "Hey! Get out of here! Don't stand in the middle of the road!"

Raza looked up at the soldier, said nothing, but kept rubbing a ring on his hand.

Seeing that Raza didn't move, the soldier repeated: "Didn't you hear what I said? Get out of the way!"

Raza raised the ring on his finger to his eyes, admiring it intoxicated.

Looking at the angry-looking soldier not far away, he showed the ring on his hand to him and asked, "It's really beautiful! Isn't it?"

Looking at the guy in front of him who said inexplicable words but refused to get out of the way, the soldier couldn't bear it anymore.With a gun in his hand, he stepped forward and put the muzzle of the gun on Raza's forehead.

"And now I say it for the last time! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Immediately!"

There was no trace of panic on Raza's face, instead there was a weird smile.

The next second, an ice spear appeared out of thin air in Raza's hand and pierced the soldier's body.

"Boy, you have offended the wrong person! Also, your arrogant tone is really annoying!"

Raza moved very quickly. He threw away the soldier's body casually, then gathered a huge fireball in his hand and threw it towards the convoy, blowing up the lead vehicle of the Humvee convoy.

Other soldiers in the convoy got out of the car when they saw their companions killed.

But the next moment, there was a sharp whistling sound of air.Several missiles fell from the sky and hit the center of the crowd heavily, spattering large swaths of blood.

The air wave of the explosion stirred up thick smoke and dust, but Raza's vision seemed to be unaffected.As soon as he raised his hand, magical attacks such as ice cones, lightning, fireballs, wind blades, etc. shot into the smoke and dust one after another, and each attack could accurately cause a scream.

The expression on Raza's face is so relaxed and freehand, it's like tangled grass growing on a mowed lawn.