Marvel I Can Control The Metal

As soon as Stark came in, he saw a mess on the sixteenth floor, full of blazing flames, or there was a slash and a big hole on the ground.

In this kind of scene, it seemed that the lights were a bit dim, and Zost was lying on the side, with one broken arm.

He was also dressed in tatters, even the black heat-resistant soft armor made by Leo himself was torn apart with difficulty in front of that rapier, exposing countless scars in it.

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

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

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

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

Stark looked at the red lava that was slowly rolling over with his broken right arm, and it immediately brought him some bad memories.

Definitely, Stark didn't stay too much, leaned forward, and rushed directly into the room.

Zoster staggered to another room.

"This bastard, I must personally chop off his head."

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

Rogers was completely suppressed by the black-robed man. If it weren't for the shields in his hands to play extremely smoothly, I am afraid it would not be as simple as such a few scars on his body.

Stark naturally didn't have hesitation, and stretched his hands forward, and two azure blue palm cannon shot out quickly.

The palm cannon is so fast that the black-robed man can't react naturally.

However, just two palm shells hit the black-robed man, but there were only two muffled noises, but the huge amounts of impact made the black-robed man retreat viciously.

At this time Rogers was a little embarrassed and rolled from the ground.

There were also several wounds on his body, bleeding, although it did not affect the battle, but it looked very miserable.

Stark didn't stop fighting, but seeing all the experimental materials, equipment, materials, etc. around him, definitely didn't use powerful weapons immediately.

The shoulder armor of Mark 43 was also opened, and more than a dozen auto-tracking micro missiles rushed towards the black-robed man.

But what people didn't expect was that the guy raised the short dagger in his hand and knocked it lightly, only one shot hit the black robe man's calf.

However, what Stark was aiming at at the beginning was not the deadly position on the black-robed man.

The original intention was to make the enemy lose combat effectiveness, but now it seems that the idea of ​​solving 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 going to die. Don't look at him now, he's in good shape, he can't last a few minutes."

Rogers, who obviously looked tired and got down, jumped up from the ground again.

"But the black inner armor on his body is really weird, as if it would let go."

Roger said after taking a few breaths.

At the moment, the black-robed man was in a really bad state, and his body was a little overdrawn in such a short few minutes of high-intensity fighting.

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

This is also the reason why the master assassins of Shouhehui rarely shoot. With their current physical state, they can't complete a few tasks at all.

Even if he can persist now, it is only through the extremely exciting special medicine injected into the body that he can continue to persist.

Now it seems that the black robe is somewhat inaccurate. After all, the black robe on his body was burning in the flames just now, and numerous gaps were burned out, becoming a piece of rags hanging on his body.

The hat and mask on his head were also burnt torn apart, and even some of them couldn't cover his face.

In the laboratory, because of extensive damage, there was also a sirens and even the lights turned red.

And the black robe man at the moment no longer hides.

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

It was as if after being disfigured by the fire, a poor-quality cosmetic surgery was performed. The entire face looked fake like a toy, and his face pale as a plastic model.

At the moment, he also cracked the corners of his mouth, and a hoarse, centenarian-like broken gong voice came out.

"It seems that what the lady said is right. This is really my last mission, and I didn't bring this thing in vain!!"

"As for your question just now, 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, the limbs outside the inner armor can also be seen.

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

And then something incredible happened.

Right in front of Rogers and Stark, they just watched each other's limbs as if they were accelerated to dry, shrinking and wrinkling quickly.

At the moment, he did not hesitation again. On his already somewhat dry right hand, he did not know when there was an extra tube of white reagent, the file size of which was about a bottle of mineral water.

The originally small black inner armor also began to change, spreading downward a bit, covering the entire upper body.

He even opened a gap in his ribs, and directly stuffed the snow-white potion in his hand.

And in the next second, his originally shriveled body filled up again, and even his pale face was rosy.

"I still have five minutes, and I hope you can solve me within this time."

"Right! Remember, my name is Delissa!"

A weird smile appeared on the other's terrifying face.

His calf, which had been dripping with blood because of a micro missile, started to heal slowly.

Stark didn't hesitation anymore, raised his arms, and released two palm cannons quickly.

Rogers also charged forward with a shield, even in the face of an enemy with such a strong sense of crisis, he did not shrink at all.

Two palm cannons attacked first.

But there is only one opponent, and he dodges all of them by turning slightly sideways.

Such a distance, but passing by, the timing is so good that even J.A.R.V.I.S can't fully predict it.

Facing Rogers who was deceiving him, Delissa moved and slapped out a palm.

Even if Roger finally made a defensive posture, I was knocked back several steps with a palm, leaning heavily against the wall.

And Delissa also took two steps back lightly, and then quickly ran towards Stark.

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