boom!
Just shortly after Stark ran out, the sound of bullets shooting out of the gun's chamber suddenly resounded throughout the town!
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough. One second before the opponent took the gun and shot, he jumped and hid behind a car parked on the roadside.
Otherwise, the target that the bullet hits is not the body of the car…
"Roar ha… Roar ha…"
While panting, Stark rubbed his aching wrist, his brain running wildly.
Judging from the opponent's attack and then shooting at himself, Stark guessed the origin of the opponent without even thinking about it.
There is only one person who wants to kill himself so urgently:
Mandarin!
Before he could figure it out, how did the other party know that he was here, but the gunshots still echoed over the town.
The body that was hit by bullets made a "clanging" sound, making Stark hiding behind the car not dare to act rashly.
He just bent down as much as possible and curled up into a ball to reduce the chance of being shot by a bullet.
Fortunately, the redhead shooting in the street attracted several sheriffs who were drinking in the bar.
The two sides started shooting at each other.
For a time, screams and gunshots continued to flow.
While the opponent was restrained, Stark made a decisive decision and rushed out like a cheetah.
Stark smoothly hid in the corner and leaned against the wall. While feeling the violent beating of his heart, he reached into his clothes and touched his inner pocket.
Faced with such a situation, he did not expect it.
Fortunately, before going out, just in case, he made a simple pulse cannon device with spare materials from the armor.
That might be his only chance to fight back…
At this moment, the gunfire stopped abruptly.
"Huh? Who won?"
Stark just wanted to probe out and check the situation, but he heard a "bang". The bullet hit a wall less than a few centimeters away from him, splashing some debris.
The tiny bullet made Stark retract immediately.
"Roar…good risk…"
Even for a brief moment, Stark still saw the redhead, who had already settled the sheriff, walking towards him.
This made him curse secretly: "Damn…"
Just as he was thinking about whether to escape or to find a chance to fight back, a slightly flustered yell interrupted his thoughts!
"let me go!"
Picking up a piece of shattered glass from the ground, Stark couldn't help but condensed his eyes.
I saw that Harry, who had rescued himself just now, was held firmly by a guy who looked very dragged and held hostage!
Due to the disparity of strength, no matter how hard Harry struggled, he couldn't get rid of the hand of the man with a short head.
Upon seeing this, Stark couldn't help sighing and whispered:
"Oh, this disobedient kid…"
"Be quiet!"
With a roar, after quieting the little devil in his arms, the inch-headed man looked around the corner and said loudly:
"Stark, if you don't want this kid's head to bloom, don't be a turtle!"
If you go out, he will definitely die; if you don't go out, Harry will die!
With such a dilemma, Stark immediately fell into a fierce psychological struggle.
However, the other party did not give him much time to think…
"Now, I count to three. If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
While talking, the inch-headed man raised his pistol and pointed the muzzle at Harry's head.
"one…"
"two…"
Just as the man was about to call out "three", Stark made a decision!
"Wait!"
As soon as his words fell, Stark raised his hands and walked out slowly from the corner.
In front of the black muzzle, Stark suppressed the fear in his heart, and looked at the innocent man with a solemn expression:
"Your goal is me, don't hurt him!"
Seeing Stark coming out, the man with an inch head and the redhead couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, and smiled with a win-winner.
"Tsk tusk tusk…who is this? Isn't it our famous Mr. Stark? It seems that what the newspaper says is not true."
The blonde Zhengma, who was firmly grasped and couldn't break free, looked at Stark who raised his hands in a surrender gesture, and couldn't help but apologize:
"Mr. Stark, I'm really sorry…"
Aside from the mocking face of the man with a small head, Stark did not answer. Instead, he looked at Harry and said:
"It's not your fault, boy. Hey, remember to bully your classmate?"
After speaking, he blinked at Harry, seeming to imply something.
And blonde Zhengtai immediately understood the meaning of his words.
While the Inch Man was not paying attention, Harry took out the little gadget Stark gave him from his pocket and pressed it against the Inch Man's face!
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of light occupies all the eyes of the Inch Man.
"what!!!"
The short-headed man whose eyes were burned by the strong light loosened his hands, and the whole person subconsciously turned to the side. The redhead who also didn't react, fell down.
And at this moment!
Stark, who was prepared for a long time, immediately took out a simple pulse cannon device from his inner pocket and put it on his hand.
With your palms facing outwards, aiming at the innocent man is just a shot!
Bang!
The inch-tou man who was directly hit in the face suffered huge amounts of impact, and even the red-haired girl standing beside him flew out together.
The two fell heavily on the street.
Especially for the short-headed man, the non-human-shaped facial skin flashed with a burst of orange light.
When Stark noticed this detail, doubts arose in his mind.
what is that? !
However, instead of stepping forward to check, he immediately turned around and prepared to leave this place.
However, before he could run a few meters, a loud gunshot suddenly sounded behind him!
In the next second, only a "poof" was heard, and a blood hole suddenly appeared in Stark's right calf!
The severe pain caused Stark who was running to suddenly stop and fall to the ground.
Behind him, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded:
"That's it for your trick…"
When Stark was paralyzed on the ground, he turned around and saw a hideous face.
The redhead with burns on her left face, holding a pistol, stood in front of him like this!
Looking at the dark muzzle, a feeling of powerlessness surged into Stark's heart.
Is that the end?
"It seems that Stark without the steel armor is just a poor bug…"
The redhead mocked the other person, and slowly raised the gun in her hand and pointed the muzzle at Stark's eyebrows:
"farewell…"
Before the words fell, a burst of lightning flashed across the pitch-black sky.
A stout thunder and lightning slammed down!