Tyrant Alliance [Comprehensive British and American]

"Be careful, Antonia."

"But there is no way to agree to stay here, I have to assist you."

The night vision is not as good as Bruce's, and Toni can't see his expression clearly, but she still feels relieved because of this sentence.

"Miss."

It's not far from the building, and soon, Jarvis reminded in the headset that all the armor is in place.

She pressed her tragus, stood up, and flipped out of the box: "Leave the lurkers to me, and transfer the rest to the children."

The Mark [-] was built under the desert of the Middle East. The prototype had crashed in the desert. After returning, for commemorative purposes, she recalled it through the list of materials and rebuilt a version.

Counting the invisible lurkers, there are only nine in total.

It has only been a few months since I came back, and it has exceeded my expectations to make these according to different functions, but it feels a little less at this time.

Go back, and when she goes back, she will set up a rescue-type mass-produced Iron Legion.

After Clark reminded her, Toni asked Jarvis to check on the villain by the way.

The reason why the code name is called onomatopoeia is because he never speaks, and any communication is only replaced by onomatopoeia, which can also simulate various environmental sounds.Unlike other super criminals who specialize in targeting deadly enemies, he is keen on hunting non-superpower heroes to satisfy his desire to hunt.

Will know so clearly, the main information comes from Oliver, judging from what Bruce said just now, it seems that he has also matched up with Batman,

Start the hidden mode, and slowly lift into the sky in the darkness. The screen in front of you uses thermal imaging to show a large number of children who are stumbling together or crying in place.The onomatopoeia is not in the thermal imaging, it may have been prepared for a long time.

Sure enough, it was because she disclosed her identity that she was targeted.

Well, it's her trouble again.Toni was a little distraught.

"Antonia?"

The channel was switched on, and the call did not have the ethereal and pretentious sweetness on the TV, as if the original tone had been restored, calm and clear.

As if affected, she came back to her senses and gave a low hum.

"The Great Dome has backup power for the theater."

"……I saw."

The tone became relaxed and soft: "Very good. According to this guy's habit, he will release a trigger bomb. Knowing that you use armor to fight, he will arrange viruses in the program and take the opportunity to disturb you."

The back of Toni's neck went numb.

No wonder the onomatopoeia lurked, no longer shooting, was here waiting for her.

Whether it is to send armor or come by herself, it is not easy to find that it is not easy to trigger the bomb. Even if placing the virus cannot completely control her, it will be enough for a period of time.

Her body is full of lethal weapons, and the children below are all powerless to fight back.

This scum.

There was wind on the channel, and the other party seemed to be running, and said to her: "Remember our bomb disposal game?"

Toni tried her best to smile, moved her stiff face, and relaxed her tone: "Well, no problem."

Taking a deep breath, the engineer gave up the invasion and began to concentrate on defusing the bomb.

The background sound was Zhuma talking to a few people in a low voice. She didn't pay attention to the content, but her tone was unhurried and well-organized. For some reason, even she felt calmed down.

After the bomb was successfully dismantled, she quickly switched on the backup power supply, and the small warm yellow lights lit up one after another. They did not illuminate the theater, but they already led the way to the safe passage.

Toni found that the children below had been lined up by the young people and were retreating in an orderly manner. The armor was holding the children who couldn't walk, and the blind children led their companions to move forward in turn.

There will be a twilight, and the whole theater falls silent.Except for those who are too young, most of them are children who have experienced too much and are too sensible. Although there is still panic on their faces, they have already forced themselves not to cry.

A little girl comforted her companion: "Just go out, it's much easier than getting an injection."

It was just a glimpse for a while, but the onomatopoeia suddenly appeared like a ghost.

The heat sensor of the armor amplified and transmitted the perceived changes to her. It was almost an automatic feedback from the armor. She leaned over, and the dagger that had been cut towards the back of her neck passed past the faceplate.

"Argh!"

The onomatopoeia looked at the dismantled bomb|bomb, made a disappointed sound, and stopped on the decoration of the dome.

Toni finally saw the hunter clearly.His figure is very similar to those slender ghosts in the legends, as if the whole body has been elongated, the full-wrapped mask is also black, and he is wearing a large black windbreaker.

Tony understood.

This theater has more than one backup power supply. The onomatopoeia may be that he got the blueprints and set up all the bombs. Even if the implantation of the virus fails, when the lights are on, he can instantly detect her position and hit her with one blow. .

A melee combat type.

This kind of person who is proficient in fighting has much sharper five senses than ordinary people. Although she is wearing a stalker, the armor still makes a little running sound.

Knowing that it was ineffective against him, Toni lifted her invisibility.

"Whew." The onomatopoeia whistled.

You can't use hot weapons, smash the dome, and everything that falls will hit the children, so you can only try to delay time.

The onomatopoeia was obviously aware of her concerns, launched an offensive, turned the battle into the air, then drew out a gun, and attacked the weak part of the armor.

At this time, Toni understood Clark's mood that he would not dodge in team battles.

If you avoid it, the bullet will hit the person behind you.

As if he had finally caught the prey, he was not in a hurry to swallow it fatally, but was deliberately teasing it, and the onomatopoeia kept making all kinds of strange and exciting sounds.

Jarvis: "40% damage"

Toni hissed because of his left arm: "Then the status is still a passing score, so it's not a big problem. How is the import of the captain's fighting data copied at the Hydra base last time?"

"60%"

Toni: "It's a passing grade again, let's go directly."

Jarvis reminded: "If the introduction is not complete, the movement will be incoherent, and some parts will be missing—"

Toni: "Never mind." It's not her style to be passive all the time.

After finishing speaking, she pushed forward and punched him directly, and fought him amidst the surprised onomatopoeia.

The killer and the captain have completely different styles, and Toni is wearing armor again, which barely makes up the difference in strength.

She persisted for less than a quarter of an hour, but there was a lack of movement in the middle, she stopped suddenly, grabbed the dagger and stabbed at the reactor.

Toni reacted quickly, turned on invisibility, and used her hand to push the flip in the air. This visual change successfully made the other party pause, and it was almost staggered.

"The team has withdrawn and is scanning the rest of the theater for vital signs," Jarvis said.

Seeing no one below, Toni's eyes lit up, and she raised her hand with an arc pulse to greet the onomatopoeia's head, but he avoided it.

Toni finally turned on the loudspeaker: "There is a target printed on your mask, which is very consistent with the algorithm I designed, and it is no different from automatic aiming. Do you want to surrender?"

With the self-aiming hanger, the situation is reversed.

Onomatopoeia retreated towards the stage with an angry voice, occasionally shooting her back to stop her.

Soon he grinned grimly again.

In the corner of the stage, the little waiter was standing there, supporting the huge prop board for the construction of Notre Dame de Paris with one hand, and the leading actress was trying to remove the prosthesis from underneath, and the two children hadn't noticed the approaching trouble.

There are still many former children who came today. Now they have grown up and come back to help others. The list in the foundation cannot correspond. Jarvis simply counted the number of people according to the seat number. The waiter kept running back and forth. Still announcers, their seats are set in the backstage, so they are omitted.

Onomatopoeia has drawn the gun.

We know from the virus that he not only wants human life, but also mentally destroys the superheroes he hunts.

Killing two children at this time is very natural.

Toni gritted her teeth and increased the advancing speed, but she could only use the panel to watch the bullet getting farther and farther away from her.

At this time, Bruce ran out from the backstage, easily pushed away the props, and pulled them into his arms one by one, leaving a gap.

Toni reacted, mobilized all her abilities to the speed of propulsion, and slammed the onomatopoeia with her back to her because she was too excited, and slammed into the curtain. The armor was automatically dismantled, and his limbs were quickly fixed.

After a loud bang, the dust settled.

NYPD is always late.

Toni waved her hand to signal them to wait first, stepped out of the armor, took out the mobile phone from Jarvis's "hand", then pulled off the onomatopoeia mask, and shot him with a full flash.

Police officers: ...

There are so many superheroes in New York, they have become calm after a long time of contact, and it was the first time they saw them coming up, they would give the super villain a horse.

In front of a group of police officers, Toni cracked the social worker library, called up the identity of the onomatopoeia, and hacked into his home's electronic equipment, and sent ten consecutive shots of his cabinet that specially stored the superhero masks killed by him to everyone present. In the detective's cell phone.

She smiled and said to the terrified man, "Since you came to me, you probably want to reveal your identity? Then make your debut on my Twitter."

Someone chuckled behind her back.

Toni ignored them and turned to look at him.

"Thank you."

She laughed and said to Bruce.

At this time, a little girl sweetly said, "Thank you for saving me."

The voice was very familiar, and Toni looked sideways, and it was the little Esmeralda.

The little girl's prosthesis was broken, and the little waiter tried to support it, hooked his shoulder with one hand, got very close, and then bent his eyes and kissed him.

"you are my hero."

The little waiter blushed immediately.

"Did I save you, too?" Bruce said suddenly.

The voice was both laughing and angry, low and hoarse, and Toni felt that the night breeze was suddenly no longer cool.

The bamboo horse's coat has long been given to a child, and the suit vest and shirt that were originally ironed are already too messy, and the forehead is scattered. She looks at her with a smile, standing in a coquettish and lazy posture, but her eyes are bright.

Slowly reflected her panic.

Toni was subconsciously unconvinced and said, "I was the one in charge of the fight."

The inventor opened his eyes even when he was embarrassed, beautiful and delicate, like a cat scratching the heart of a person, bright and vivid, eye-catching.

Bruce leaned forward slowly, his smile deepening.

Because of this laugh, the heartbeat was transmitted to the eardrum, as if shrapnel were about to be shaken out.

The top of the brown hair was held down, and there was a warm breath on the front of the forehead, which was brushed away by cool fingers, and a soft and dry kiss was printed.

"Okay, thanks, my hero."

With a sigh, the tone is generous and gentle.