Chapter 621 Support
Everyone is equal in front of bullets. Amid the screaming of guns, countless people fell on the streets screaming, leaving streaks of blood.
Tear gas was fired without any charge, and the pungent smoke obscured the clear vision.
Bullets worth a few cents now weigh as much as a thousand pounds, wantonly reaping fragile human lives.
Stark gritted his teeth and watched this tragic scene, his eyes becoming bloodshot with anger.
He raised his hand and a pulse cannon hit General Brown in the face. The splashing concrete scratched General Brown's cheek.
General Brown's guards immediately turned their guns around with expressionless faces and aimed them at Stark in mid-air.
Be prepared to fire bullets at Stark at any time.
This weapon poses no threat to Stark's iron armor.
Raising his hand to signal the guards to put down their guns, General Brown stiffened his neck, turned a blind eye to Stark's pulse cannon that was being charged, and sneered with the corners of his mouth raised.
"One person's force can never turn the tide of politics."
After saying that, General Brown turned around and ignored Stark, and was determined to destroy all the super-powered people who came here.
"Armored units, move out immediately! All the superpowered people present... not a single one of them is allowed to escape!"
Resist the urge to blow General Brown's head off with a cannon.
Stark gritted his teeth, he knew he couldn't do this, because once General Brown died, everything would become even more out of control.
Looking up, Stark looked around, thinking quickly about countermeasures. As if he had thought of something, his eyes swept over the tanks and armored vehicles around him.
Decepticon!
With a thought, Stark moved the pulse cannon away from General Brown and without thinking, attacked a tank that had just started.
bang——
The pulse cannon accurately hit the tank's gun barrel, which was damaged with a loud bang, causing the surrounding soldiers to exclaim.
Seeing this scene, General Brown's eyes were bloodshot.
He gritted his teeth and stepped forward. Facing Stark's iron armor, he was not afraid at all as he had already risked his life. He shouted at Stark who was suspended in mid-air.
"Tony Stark! What do you want to do? Don't forget who you are.
You still have a choice now, and someone has left you a way out, so don't make the mistake!"
Stark ignored this and just raised his hand to attack the surrounding chariots, smashing their wheels and gun muzzles.
Where is it? Where is it?
Where are those hidden Decepticons hiding?
One tank after another was destroyed by Stark, until the last one, Stark still found no evidence of the existence of the Decepticons.
Stark's face became even gloomier.
thump—
A line of fire smashed into the center of the battlefield ahead. The super-powered man roared, and a ring of fire spread from his body, knocking down several tactical teams around him.
He raised his hand and raging flames shot out towards the military position.
Several soldiers who were set on fire fell to the ground screaming.
The flames continued to spread, and General Brown's eyes became more ferocious.
bang——
A rocket successfully hit the vicinity of the fire superpower. In the violent explosion, blood was everywhere and the superpower who had just appeared was blown to pieces.
The battlefield is like a meat grinder, wantonly reaping everyone's life.
And this is just the beginning.
More dangerous super-powered people appeared on the battlefield.
The front-row soldiers were all killed or wounded. Several soldiers in the rear who had just been hit by the flames were dressed like General Brown's personal guards. Their bodies were burning with flames, but their expressions did not change at all.
The high temperature made the blood in their bodies glow with a faint orange light, which quickly devoured the flames on their bodies. Even the skin on their hands was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye in the orange light.
Of course, there were also soldiers who were so badly injured that their bodies turned bright orange and they screamed in pain uncontrollably. They were thrown out by a female soldier with scars on her face.
With a loud bang, he exploded into Patrick Star in mid-air.
Under the scorching heat, several unlucky guys on the ground were instantly turned into ashes. This special group of desperate soldiers also began to move forward with gloomy faces, picked up the guns on the ground, and continued to strangle the few super-powered people.
Behind the battlefield, George, Hank and others were so scared that their scalps were tingling.
The army opened fire towards the city?
In this country of human rights, freedom, courage and justice... this situation is still very likely to happen~
Of course, more often than not, it was the police who fired shots into the city.
So... now... should the guns in their hands be pointed at the military or at the citizens of New York?
Under Sheriff George, the vast majority of New York police officers still have some justice and courage in their hearts.
George immediately hung up the strange call and began to organize the evacuation of the panicked citizens without hesitation.
He picked up the walkie-talkie again and started asking for support.
Of course... George knew in his heart that at this point in the situation, the possibility of support arriving was very slim.
And... who knows who the guns coming to support will be pointed at.
“Fuck! My phone can’t record video, and my body camera is also strangely turned off.
This bunch of damn bastards, they only have some stupid tricks to deal with others, but they are really good at dealing with their own people!"
Glancing at the Apple phone in Hank's hand, George raised his eyebrows and took out his own phone from his pocket. Only then did he realize that his phone had already been interfered with and was currently in a strange frozen state.
"What should we do?" Brian, wearing a police uniform and sweating profusely, came to George's side. He stuck his head out of the police car and saw a super-powered person being torn into two halves by a soldier covered in orange light.
And there were several reddish little monsters besieging Steve.
George swallowed and pondered for two seconds, then his eyes became firm again.
"We had to save those innocent citizens and cover their escape, so ... we fired tear gas at the troops."
"What!" Hank's eyes widened. "Teddy must have put shit in your head! How could you have such an outrageous idea?"
Throwing tear gas at the troops?
You really dare to imagine, we threw tear gas, so what will they throw back?
Chocolate puffs! Damn it, we should just pretend nothing happened and go home immediately! "
Gritting his teeth, Brian said fiercely:
"Sheriff George, I'll go and convey your orders right away!"
"Come back here!" Hank pulled Brian back with a serious look in his eyes.
"This time is different from the past. I don't know who our opponent is, but I know that it must be someone we can't afford to offend.
He will make us disappear without a trace, without leaving any waves.
Even the news every morning will not have any trace of today.
Maybe they would say it was a military exercise, a gang fight with no casualties.
We can sleep under the covers, plug our ears and act like everyone else, pretending that nothing had ever happened.
Or travel across the ocean and use the evidence collected over the years to try to prove today's darkness.
But not now, trying to stop an army that is obviously problematic is tantamount to seeking death!"
"Hank!" George pinched Hank's shoulder and said with a complicated expression:
“I know, of course I do.
The police are a weapon of politics and politics is a dirty game of capital.
But the existence of us ordinary police officers should be to maintain social order and protect citizens and their property from being infringed.
For the sake of this ridiculous justice, go and... try it once.
For the ideal in my heart, I will never regret it again. "
As he spoke, George loaded the launcher filled with tear gas, aimed at the location of the troops, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
bang-
Drawing an arc, a tear gas cannon hit the desperate soldiers, and it was like a cannonball, scaring them.
Wait, someone is shooting tear gas at them?
They have always been the ones attacking others, but they didn't expect that today it would be their turn to be attacked?
But then came the first one, the second, until the army was also enveloped by tear gas.
Tear gas sprayed tear gas poison outward, burning the eyes and facial skin of the surrounding soldiers.
The tear gas used by the New York Police Department is more professional than that used by the military, causing heart-wrenching coughing sounds to be heard everywhere.
Some ordinary soldiers could not bear the burning pain in their throats, so they began to cover their chests and chose to evacuate.
But for the desperate soldiers, this level of special poison has little effect.
They also discovered the team that had joined the battlefield.
Most of the New York Police Department police officers chose to withdraw, but a very small number of police officers remained.
Hank, the black man who always has a black face, is one of them.
Facing a chaotic battlefield filled with smoke, and several soldiers walking forward, walking out of the tear gas with orange light.
Hank couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"What the hell are these monsters! Those bastards in the army have done it again! What kind of disgusting human experiment is this! Can't they do something nice!"
Da da da--
The police bullets hit the desperate soldiers in the chest, but they only made the injured areas brighter.
, embedded in the face of the desperate soldier, the bullet forged from steel seemed to melt into the cheek of the desperate soldier in the orange light.
A tall and thin white man twisted his neck and curled up the corners of his mouth, looking like magma could flow out at any time.
He raised his rifle and pulled the trigger at the police car.
Da da da……
Dense bullets hit the thickened steel plate of the police car, making George and others unable to show their heads.
This is a group of monsters! A group of monsters with better equipment than them, and keen on fighting! How can we fight them!
Watching these monsters getting closer and closer, George's heart turned cold.
I held the phone in my hand, but I couldn't make the last call.
George gritted his teeth.
"I'm sorry...Gwen, I may only be able to walk you this far."
As despair spreads, a new turning point also quietly arrives.
buzz-
The sound of cars roared from the street in the distance.
Then several cars with Stark logos printed on their bodies rushed over quickly.
"Our support is here, Mr. Stark is well prepared!"
A superpowered being who came to support Stark shouted excitedly.
His hands turned into stones and he smashed the head of a desperate soldier with one punch.
He absorbed the erupting heat and turned into a lava giant, madly squeezing his abilities to make the final struggle.
These cars gave unprecedented inspiration to those around them.
In the face of oppression, they successfully resisted.
"I... sent support?"
Staring at the speeding silver car, Stark felt a little dizzy.
Because the phone would definitely be monitored, he never contacted the Stark Group or asked anyone for help.
Moreover, these cars do not look like the models of his Stark Industries, but instead have some shadow of alien technology.
Could it be... that these are the Autobots that have arrived?
The next moment, the gears turned, and when the cars were about to hit the fleeing citizens, they jumped on the spot, and their shapes changed rapidly in mid-air.
They landed on the ground one by one in the posture of superheroes and rushed forward.
He raised his head and turned into a silver-skinned roadblock with an expressionless face. Facing the desperate soldiers in front of him, there was a bit of contempt in his eyes.
The Decepticon logo is faintly visible on the waist and abdomen, but the name of Stark Industries on the chest is unusually clear.
Several Decepticons shouted at the same time.
“Stark Robot Transforms!
Now... follow Mr. Stark's orders and clear out the enemy!"
Energy bombs were fired from the muzzles of the Decepticons' guns on roadblocks and other places, and together with the super-powered ones, they crushed the desperate soldiers one-sidedly.
Fire splashed, missiles exploded, the ground exploded, and blood dissipated.
The war destroyed all the good things that might have once existed in New York.
Stark's face was also horribly ugly.
In particular, these Decepticon robots not only shouted his name, but also disguised themselves into the style of Stark's Iron Armor.
No wonder there are no Decepticons in General Brown's team. It turns out that this was all a conspiracy from the beginning...
Attract them, let super-powered supporters and opponents gather together, create disasters, generate conflicts, and create hatred.
Make everything irreversible.
Behind several Decepticon robots came the tanks and armored vehicles transformed by the Decepticons.
Without exception, they all had the Stark logo clearly painted on their bodies and were equipped with technology that was clearly beyond their time.
An electromagnetic pulse shell was fired and hit the tank that had just been destroyed by Stark not long ago.
Watching the exploding flames and the robots rushing towards him.
General Brown understood everything at once.
"It turns out that you are the mastermind behind all this, Tony Stark!
Robots from outer space? Ultron? The Superpower Registration Act?
It's really linked together and pressing step by step!
I guess next you will create a bigger conflict with alien mechanical life to weaken the power of the army.
Lead the remaining monsters again, and win a hard-earned victory amid the cheers of your supporters!
Don't dream! True justice will not be defeated so easily by you!"
