In the Middle East, a small town called Gunilla. This was originally a peaceful and tranquil place.
But now, due to war, this town had been reduced to ruins.
Countless people wandered through these ruins. They were the original residents of the town. Now they could only be considered homeless wanderers.
Even more tragically, their lives were not guaranteed.
A terrorist armed group called the Ten Rings had occupied the area and began to plunder all useful resources.
And among these resources, the most important one was people.
War needed people, and producing supplies needed people.
And where did these people come from? The Ten Rings had a very good answer: abduction through violence.
To obtain valuable labor without paying a single penny was undoubtedly the most profitable business.
Of course, the premise of this business was to trample upon the most universal laws and the most basic morals in the world.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Get all the women and children onto the trucks."
The bearded man, who had once kidnapped Tony, shouted while ordering his subordinates to push the women and children onto the trucks.
Their target, of course, was not these women and children, but the adult laborers of the town.
Natasha's explosion had caused heavy losses to their organization. To replenish their lost manpower, they began to conscript adult men on a large scale.
This violent conscription certainly would not earn true loyalty. However, what they needed was not loyalty, but obedient subordinates.
And to make these adult men only obey their orders, threatening their families was undoubtedly the best method.
"Hurry up, hurry up." Under the coercion of the armed thugs, a man protecting his wife and two children stumbled forward step by step.
No one was willing to leave their family under such circumstances.
But under the threat of a gun, he had no choice but to leave them.
"Faster, what are you dawdling for?" The impatient thug directly smashed the father to the ground with a rifle butt, then forcibly snatched his family from his embrace.
The father, knocked to the ground, crawled and scrambled towards his family. Before he had gone far, he was struck again on the back of the head with a rifle butt.
After that blow, the father was bleeding from his head and had fainted on the ground.
"Dad, Dad!" The kid, forcibly pulled away, suddenly broke free from the thug's control and ran towards his unconscious father.
His unexpected action caught the surrounding thugs off guard, so they could only watch helplessly as he threw himself onto his father.
Seeing the tragic situation of the father and son, the surrounding coerced refugees began to stir.
"Oh, my Lord. Can't you even do such a small thing right?" The bearded man saw the commotion and quickly walked over.
He first glanced at the father and son on the ground, then began to show a fierce expression.
"Come here, you annoying little thing."
The bearded man picked up the kid and threw him into the arms of a subordinate behind him, then shouted with a ferocious expression, "Don't even think about resisting us, you refugees. Anyone who harbors such thoughts will be punished with the most terrifying methods. I promise you, this is something you cannot bear. If you don't believe me, this man is proof."
Saying this, he waved his hand behind him and gave the order.
"Kill this man. Give them a lesson."
The armed subordinate immediately pulled back the bolt and aimed his gun at the unconscious father on the ground.
Seeing this scene, fear and despair began to show in the eyes of the surrounding refugees, and the man's wife cried as she hugged her children.
At this moment, it seemed no one could save them.
Looking around, the bearded man revealed a smug smile. Sometimes, the feeling of dominating others' lives was truly intoxicating and irresistible, and all thanks to that lord far away in the East.
He was waiting for the gunshot that represented his terrifying methods and deterrence, but what came instead was a roar.
It was as if a missile had grazed his scalp. The piercing roar grew from distant to near, creeping into his ears bit by bit.
Until, with a clang, a metallic, shimmering Iron Man landed on the ground in a dazzling fire.
The gold and red armor made him look passionate and fiery, while the heavy metal modules were full of deterrence and oppression.
The terrorists, being seasoned terrorists, quickly reacted. Seeing Iron Man's hostile demeanor, they knew he was an enemy.
The closest one was the bandit who was about to execute the father. He turned his gun and directly sprayed bullets at Iron Man.
Bullets splattered like raindrops on the metal armor, and a thin layer of electric light flickered on the armor, immediately causing the bullets to lose power and fall softly to the ground.
Iron Man took advantage of the bandit's moment of stunned silence after firing and directly punched him.
The power of the machine far exceeded human strength, so in an instant, the bandit became like a kite with a broken string, flying far away.
After completing this action, Iron Man turned, and two emitters in the center of his palms immediately shot out dazzling high-energy beams, taking out one bandit after another and quickly dispatching several nearby terrorists.
This clean and decisive killing method frightened the remaining terrorists. They, with great tacit understanding and skill, all chose to point their guns at the hostages beside them.
With the threat of hostages, Iron Man could no longer use a cool-looking weapon like the high-energy beam.
Watching Iron Man's palm concentrator gradually extinguish, the remaining terrorists all breathed a sigh of relief. They prepared to capture this Iron Man who had killed many of their comrades.
Two rows of small launchers suddenly extended from Iron Man's shoulders, and tungsten steel warheads were fired in an instant.
These warheads were extremely fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, they penetrated the terrorists' bodies.
In such a short time, none of the terrorists had time to react, and they were completely killed before they could even realize what was happening.
"What the hell is this?" The bearded man cowered behind a wall, watching Iron Man easily eliminate his subordinates.
He felt a sudden urge to urinate and almost wet his pants from fright.
"This is..." The bearded man looked at the golden-red Iron Man, his pupils constricting.
He had seen this kind of armor before. It was armor his lord had collected, though it was not as aesthetically pleasing or lightweight as this one.
"No, I have to report to my lord." He pulled out a communicator, just about to contact his lord.
The wall beside him suddenly exploded, and a metal-armored arm reached out, hooked the bearded man's body, and dragged him out from the other side of the wall.
Iron Man grabbed him, and with a single flick of his hand, threw him into the crowd of refugees.
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