Marvel turns into Iron Man

Accompanied by bursts of explosions that resounded through the sky, violent dust storms swept across the land, and the continuous mountains were blown to pieces. The flying sand and rocks in an instant made the Afghans who witnessed this weapon test see What is the wrath of God.

The core of cluster bombs is to use their number characteristics to increase the area covered and the range of damage. They can be widely used to destroy large targets such as armored clusters or airport runways, and have extremely strong damage capabilities.

And the new type of explosive technology used by the Jericho missile, the devastating blow brought by it, even if it only acts on no man's land, can create such a horrific horror scene. If it falls in the city or among the crowd, the result will be What it is like, no one can imagine.

"What is that, who can tell me, what the hell is that tm!"

In the cave of the cave camp, under the light of a torch, a bald man in a brown jacket was sitting on a chair, facing a group of trembling subordinates who were furious.

Their faces were full of fear and disbelief in their eyes. It seemed hard to believe that the Americans had made such a big commotion here.

They are the Ten Commandments, the largest resistance force in Afghanistan, and members of the Ten Rings Society say they are resistance forces, but in fact they are just putting money on their faces. They are pure terrorist organizations.

Whether it is murder, robbery, rape of women, human trafficking, arms trading, basically any illegal things that make money have been done.

It's just that the most powerful enemy they have encountered now is the US military stationed in Afghanistan, constantly fighting with the local US forces to carry out their so-called national liberation.

Originally, they had already understood the essence of guerrilla warfare and relied on the complex local environment to fight against the U.S. military. However, when the U.S. military took out this large-scale killer with a wide range of damage, they could no longer sit still. Turn the table.

What they can rely on is still the special environment nearby. Most of the weapons are snatched from the Americans, and they kill groups of American troops stationed in Afghanistan. Throw this big killer.

"Damn it, a bunch of rubbish - go, contact the Americans, find out what happened, what kind of weapon this is, give you half an hour, or go to see your Allah for me! "

For those invaders, as the leader of the organization, he really hates his teeth, but he is not a fool. He doesn't want his few subordinates to fill the holes with their lives. He must find out what weapons the enemy has. , Do you have the opportunity to grasp it?

Half an hour later, when the spies bought by his subordinates in the US military sent back the news, a ferocious smile appeared on the tattooed face of the bald man.

"The owner of the largest arms company in the United States has invented a new missile and is preparing to return to the United States, very good..."

The bald man looked at the information in his hand, sat back on the chair, remained silent for more than ten seconds, and once again set his eyes on the face of the subordinate in front of him.

"Go, take a team, intercept the team that protects the woman from leaving, catch her, I want her to make missiles for me."

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For the old man's words, Miss Stark didn't take it seriously, she had no plans to leave Afghanistan, or, before she rescued that person, she had no plans to leave here.

That person was very important to her—or rather, she owed him a debt that spanned countless multiverses and could not be repaid at all.

An armored transport convoy composed of five khaki military Humvees drove on the main road, heading in the direction of the Agram Air Force Base, and Miss Stark was sitting in the back seat of one of the Humvees.

In the compartment, there was a strange tranquility. Even though every car was full of people, no one spoke, as if everyone was loyal to their posts like a robot.

In the wilderness, the barren dirt road, there is a strange travel in the calm.

Miss Stark was extremely relaxed. She even turned on the player in her mobile phone and played a relaxed and lively song. It was not until the first explosion happened that the playback of that song stopped abruptly.

The khaki Humvee in front was blasted into the sky by the mines planted on the road, and was blown to pieces along with the people inside.

"Have you come? Sure enough, no matter how I change the direction of the future, at least the general direction will not change."

As she spoke, she waved her hand lightly, and the remaining four cars immediately braked, and everyone got out of the car, and formed a defensive formation on the spot.

In the distance, there were shouts of killing in the valley of the desert, and at the same time, there were continuous bullets sweeping towards the direction of the convoy.

Strange things also happened at this time—the terrorists who attacked the convoy were surprised to find that despite their powerful firepower, the US troops on the opposite side had been reducing their numbers, but there was no corpse or blood left on the ground.

They were expressionless, mechanically and passively fought back. When they were killed by bullets, they instantly disintegrated into a group of scattered red fragments, and disappeared into the air, leaving nothing behind.

The strange situation in the US military convoy immediately caused the explosion of the Ten Commandments terrorist team ambushing here to attack the convoy. They are all devout and even crazy religious believers. Seeing this miraculous appearance, it is inevitable that people will panic.

Some people didn't believe in evil, so they picked up the RPG they carried and fired at the convoy. The rocket dragged a long tail flame and concentrated on a military Hummer at the end of the convoy. The Hummer exploded instantly, and the dust and smoke dispersed Then disappeared.

"This...what the hell is this? Forget it. It's important to arrest people!"

These terrorists have not received any good education, and they have no idea whether it is the miraculous power of Allah or the new technology of the Americans. The only thing they know is that if the arms dealer is not captured, the boss will be angry Wake up, I'm afraid they are the ones who die.

As the number of American soldiers plummeted, there were fewer and fewer gunshots from the direction of the convoy. This result gradually calmed down the surrounding terrorists.

Perhaps the strange phenomenon that occurred did make people shudder, but the enemy was almost wiped out, and there was probably nothing to threaten their existence anymore-the only question was where the woman was hiding.

Although they used some explosive weapons, they were careful not to let the woman the boss wants die in this attack. The resistance of the Americans was not strong, but there were still a few unlucky people who died in the United States man's gun.

However, as long as the purpose can be achieved, a small number of casualties are still acceptable.

The little terrorist leader who was in charge of leading the team slowly raised his hand, made it into a fist, and then spread his five fingers, pointing to the distance. The men he brought stopped attacking immediately, followed the order, and headed towards the convoy. The direction slowly surrounded the past.

"Have you finished the fight? Then, should I be replaced?"

The voice of a woman from the rear of the convoy caused the group of terrorists to raise their weapons again, and then saw a tall woman in a white suit slowly walking out from the back of the Humvee.

"Put down your arms, she is the one the boss wants!"

Seeing his subordinates still holding guns against the unarmed mission target, the little leader among the terrorists frowned slightly, and immediately yelled loudly in the local dialect, which stopped the group of people from pointing guns at that The woman just looked around vigilantly.

However, Miss Stark would not thank them for this—she slowly raised her right hand and waved it lightly, and the energy of the Reality Gem burst out instantly.

The weapons in the hands of the terrorists seemed to explode, and they exploded into scattered metal fragments, leaving damage similar to the explosion of fragment mines on the owners who held them.

One second, this group of terrorists was unconsciously alert to possible dangers around them, and the next second, they became a group of screaming and struggling blood men.

Miss Stark curled her lips disapprovingly, and turned her wrist again, waving a bright blue brilliance, and those bloody men couldn't even move for a moment, but the places on their bodies were scratched by the metal fragments from the disintegrated guns. But still bleeding.

The power of space has fixed them in their current position. If they are not liberated, they may wait for the bloody emptiness and gradually become weaker and weaker. Then, standing there and dying there, Become a bunch of dry statues.

She made them unable to move, but did not seal their mouths. A group of blood men covered in blood stood there and howled miserably, while Miss Stark walked slowly, passing through them, listening to the most Howls of pain.

It wasn't just a wailing sound, but the vague local Afghan dialect, but it was constantly cursing the devil-like woman in front of her.

They are all devout Allah believers, fanatics who are willing to dedicate their lives to Allah, but when they were subjected to such inhuman treatment, their Lord did not appear, did not heed their cries, and rescued them.

The woman in front of her has demon-like power, controlling their life and death with ease.

And this also made this group of terrorists, who were not even afraid of the U.S. elite special forces, aircraft, cannon, infantry and tank coordination, for the first time, feel an emotion from the bottom of their hearts, an emotion called fear.

They were scared out of their wits. If you smell it carefully, you will find a smell of fishy smell in the air, and someone peed in fear.

In the face of the unknown, when everything you know is subverted, no one can calm down.

Miss Stark turned a deaf ear to this group of prisoners who were sealed by the power of space and their wailing.

If she hadn't used the power of the Reality Gem to copy the convoy escorting her in advance, and then sent the soldiers escorting her back to the Agram Air Force Base, those American boys might have died here, and many people might have lost their family.

As for the group of terrorists in front of her, she didn't know how many murders they had caused, how much blood they had stained their hands, and how many families they had ruined for their own selfish interests and to satisfy their own desires.

She just felt that they should be damned—Miss Stark had never been a kind and kind person, she just wanted this group of people to pay the price for what they had done.

Listening to their painful wailing, she didn't feel a trace of self-blame, only felt the emptiness in her own spirit.

What she wanted was never a world full of strife and life and death. What she wanted to do was to make this world a better place.

"I know you're in pain, but you deserve it—"

In order to achieve such a goal, she only regards bloodshed and sacrifice as a means to achieve her goal...  

And now, she was going to save people.

"Tell me, who among you speaks English, I need an English-speaking guide, or do you really want to die here?"

"You...are a....demon..."

In the distance, mixed in an incomprehensible dialect, a trembling voice fell in her ears.

Miss Stark turned around slowly, and what she saw was a white man covered in linen and wearing a hood, who was not injured much, staring at her with blood on his face, still muttering something.

"Oh, that's great, finally there is something we can communicate with."

A smile appeared on her face, and she snapped her fingers lightly, erasing the spatial coordinates of the group of people around her.

Any object, whether it is a tangible item or an invisible air, exists in a physical way in this world, that is to say, everything in the world has its own position, and it is the position that allows the shape to survive.

But if the position is erased, the shape will also become impossible to retain—although it sounds difficult to understand, it seems to be an intuitive feeling.

For this group of people, when their space coordinates were erased, their bodies began to collapse from the very center.

It was as if a black hole had opened within their bodies, a gigantic void appeared in their chests, and gradually spread, engulfing them whole, obliterating their physical existence.

Dozens of blood-covered terrorists disappeared in an instant, only the woman who had stood in the crowd, and a man who fell to the ground because the shackles of space were lifted, covered in blood and trembling all over. , the leader of this ambush team.

"I just need a guide, so—they're all useless."

Finding an English-speaking guide was not difficult, however, convincing him to take himself to their base was difficult.

The little terrorist leader of the Ten Rings gang struggled to get up from the ground, and launched a brazen attack in the direction of Miss Stark. He rushed forward, and was once again fixed in midair by the shackles of space.

This is the first time he has tried to get his legs off the ground, but he has never been able to fall off. This is the complete opposite of the flying ability that humans dream of.

"Don't expect me to take you back, witch..."

With courage that came from nowhere, he snarled at Miss Stark, opened his mouth wide, and then bit down on his own tongue. He would rather die than give up the location of his base. Tell this woman in front of you.

In other words, he thinks that being threatened by a woman makes him feel more dignified than death, and he doesn't want to continue to live in the world.

The human tongue is covered with a large number of capillaries, several relatively thick veins and arteries. When the tongue is bitten off the first time, the blood spurting from the fracture is sprayed several meters away.

Miss Stark was standing in front of the man, and she was completely unprepared. She was sprayed all over by the spurted blood. Pieces of blood red fell on the beige women's suit, and her face was also mottled.

The man watched the woman in front of him being sprayed with his own blood, as if he felt that he had won the round, and a miserable smile appeared on his face, coughing and laughing at the same time, but he couldn't speak at all, he could only utter Heh, the sound of coughing and panting.

Blood flowed into his lungs along his trachea, and he could feel that he was about to suffocate to death, but he still had a mighty smile, staring at the woman in front of him who had mastered the power of demons, and he won.

"Congratulations, you have successfully wiped away the last bit of pity in my heart—I said that scumbags like you who commit all kinds of evil will die sooner or later, but to be more straightforward, choosing to fight to the end is two different How to die."

"...Didn't I say it, then I said it now."

Miss Stark slowly raised her hand, and gently rubbed her cheek, which was stained with blood, and other people's blood was splashed all over her body, making her look so hideous and terrifying, and this time, she Is really angry.

The essence of a terrorist organization is a group of well-organized and disciplined terrorists who use violence and radical means to threaten public safety and undermine social stability for their own ideals and goals. Their behavior has already doomed their end .

Among the two choices of death without pain and death with torture, since you are doomed to die, why not die happily, no one is willing to die willingly, but they have never tried what is called life is better than death .

Miss Stark has always been a reasonable person, but when someone provokes her, she never makes the other person feel better.

"Do you think death is the end? You are wrong. There are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death."

She intended to teach this ignorant guy a good lesson, but she would not choose too aggressive methods. She just snapped her fingers lightly, making his broken tongue appear in the distance again.

The man's face suddenly turned pale, and he felt a strange feeling, which forced him to cough fiercely, and spit out a large pool of blood on the ground, and half of his severed tongue was still lying in the pool of blood.

"This...how is this possible..."

He could feel that the broken tongue reappeared in his mouth, but what happened to the half tongue lying on the ground?

"Please continue your show, sir."

Reattaching the injured limbs is a powerful ability of the time stone. Although the reality stone cannot reverse time and space, it can make him grow another tongue. She really wants to see that he can still bite Put your tongue down a few times.

It was obvious that this man had lost the courage to bite off his tongue and bleed to death again—he only hoped that the woman in front of him could give him a good time.

PS:

Added part of the plot