The huge explosion rose into the sky with the mushroom clouds, the ground shattered, and the nearby buildings collapsed with a "boom" and trees on both sides of the road were uprooted, and the broken glass and exterior walls were blown up, and the high-pressure airflow rolled up flames and dust roaring and destroying everything they encountered along the road.

Fortunately, Soro reacted quickly and transformed into a Dodge Battle Axe at the first time. He pulled Stark away for a long enough distance, but was still blown away by a powerful high-pressure airflow. Otherwise, the high temperature and airflow generated by the explosion would be enough to kill Stark, who has no protection at all.

The airflow generated by the explosion comes and goes quickly.

"Ahem..."

Stark covered his chest and got up from a pile of sand-covered ruins. At the moment of the explosion, he could feel the scorching waves passing directly from behind, his ears full of bangs, and then his body suddenly lost control and was swung out of control.

He also felt the scorching pain in his back, and his left leg was unable to exert force, and a faint pain like a piercing heart. Obviously, a fragment must have hit his body in the explosion just now, but none of these matters.

They won.

Stark stood up staggeringly and soon saw that less than a hundred meters away from him, another miserable guy was lying there.

Soro's situation is definitely worse than Stark. It seems that it shouldn't be, but in fact it's natural. Because Stark has no armor protection, at the last moment, Soro helped him block most of the terrifying aftermath and explosion fragments. In fact, if it weren't for Soro's protection, Stark wouldn't have survived such an explosion.

Solo slowly got up from the ruins. With this simple action, an electric spark burst out from his body. The metal body was covered with explosion fragments. The most terrifying scar was on his chest. A broken steel fragment was directly penetrated through his body under the push of a powerful airflow.

Standing up and moving his neck, Solo looked down at the scars on his body. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the fragments one by one. The mechanical body could not feel the pain at all, which was one of his advantages.

"You look like a homeless man who hasn't taken a shower in ten years!"

Soro looked at Stark with his head tilted, and his right hand was swung out, and a ball of steel bars mixed with parts were thrown on the ground.

Solo's mouth seemed to always destroy all the atmosphere at the first time.

Stark's expression of worry and gratitude instantly dissipated, and he snorted at Soro, mocking him, "You should find a mirror to see yourself, the metal garbage dragged out of the scrap garage."

"cut!"

A harsh alarm sounded from all directions, and it was obvious that the rescuers of the brigade would come soon, and there were also SHIELD and a large group of media who came to smell the fishy smell.

Soro didn't want to be exposed to the public in his current robot's appearance. The parts on his body flew out and turned, and quickly transformed into a silver Dodge Battle Axe with a harsh "click" sound.

"Stuck, you owe me again..."

A hoarse sound came from the motorcycle. As the engine roared, a scorching air stream with black smoke ejected from the exhaust holes of the tray. Soro drew a brilliant arc in place and then rushed out in the roaring sound.

Stark breathed a long sigh of relief, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his body seemed to have lost its last strength and fell to the ground.

"This bastard... is finally... ending!"

A strong sense of fatigue came. Even though the steel suit was strong, it was still a fragile ordinary person inside.

Especially for Stark, who is used to being accustomed to life, dressed in armor and fighting like a warrior, he needs to have great determination.

"Tony...Tony...How are you doing? What happened?"

Pepper's nervous and concerned voice came out of the communicator. She saw the explosion soaring into the sky in the distance, but did not receive a reply from Stark.

He turned around barely, Yang Tian collapsed on the ground, and just turned over, Stark grinned in pain, and at the same time, he said to Perbo with a sweet face, "I'm fine, Pebo... I'm still alive! No... No... No!! I'm not injured, just a little scratch... Really! I'm very good now!"

After cutting off the communication with Pepper, Stark's black and gray face twisted in pain, and at the same time he said quickly, "Jarvis, notify the ambulance, I feel that my ribs and legs seem to be broken. I need treatment now, as well as oxygen, ice bags... and lemon slices, my god... Bah... I have sand in my mouth, it feels like the ashes floating into my mouth! Um! So disgusting... I need mouthwash..."

Stark Yangtian collapsed on the ground, and the sky suddenly became very quiet. Even the darkness seemed particularly pleasing to the eye at this moment. He kept talking, and I have to say that it is really convenient to have such an official family.

...

Again, on the other side.

"boom"

A loud noise appeared in the sky above everyone's heads. All bullets had been used up. Colson, who was holding his pistol as a hammer and was in a melee fight with his ninjas who were joining hands with his hands, raised his head and saw a ball of flames lit up in the sky.

"God bless!"

Colson let out a long sigh, and the exciting night was finally over, although for him, the real trouble had just begun.

Beside him, there were less than twenty policemen with combat effectiveness, and even the thirty most severely trained agents he led were only fifteen.

The attack of the ninjas of the hand-joining ninjas suddenly stopped, and then, as if they had received a silent order, all the remaining ninjas retreated like a tide. The chaotic area of ​​war left behind was already a river of blood, and most of the corpses on the ground were civilians who were blindly fleeing in panic.

Those ninjas who join hands will spontaneously disintegrate into sand and dust after death, leaving no clues to the enemy.

The dim lights, the burning flames on the ground, and the streets chaotic with police cars were covered with corpses and blood, rendering it like hell.

All the ordinary policemen breathed a sigh of relief in difficulty. The continuous and fearless ninjas put great psychological pressure on them. Some of them leaned against the car on the side and squatted down tremblingly. Everyone felt that their throats were very dry and they really wanted to have a drink.

"They retreated, we won! Guys! You are all heroes, you guard New York!"

A confirmation response was received in the communicator. After a few seconds, Colson stood up straight and shouted loudly to the surrounding policemen who were slumped on the ground.

The news shocked everyone. Then, the police officers who were extremely nervous started to cheer first, and then the exhausted agents around him. Colson himself was extremely excited, and his eyes were even slightly red.

A few minutes later, a large group of fire trucks and ambulances flashed, and a harsh whistling sound surged from all directions, and began to launch fire and rescue operations in an orderly manner, which means that the chaos is really over.

Colson finally breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the deformed pistol that had been smashed and smashed aside. He took out a wrinkled cigarette from the cigarette box that was not pinched in his pocket, held it in his mouth, and took a deep breath of smoke.

He has been martial law for a long time, but now he doesn't mind taking a sip.

“It was a…disaster.”

From a distance, the aftermath of the explosion destroyed a huge area. The buildings collapsed, the flames raged, the fire hydrants exploded, and the white water column rushed into the sky, and then turned into drifting raindrops and fell down. Therefore, the flames after the explosion were controlled, which was almost the only good news tonight.

How many people died in the melee tonight?

Two hundred? Three hundred? Or more, these numbers and the scenes in front of you made Colson's face gradually become serious, and a heavy sense of mission surged into my heart. What S.H.I.E.D. pursued is to provide guarantees for the safety of all human beings and to prevent such things from happening.

The battle is over, and the next thing is how to deal with the mess in front of him. For Colson, the trouble has just begun, and such a large range of impacts and casualties have exceeded the scope of his ability.

Colson's deepness lasted only two seconds, and his face returned to normal. He took a deep breath, took out the phone from his arms, and called the director of SHIELD's private line.

Everything about this evening, the Hands-Group, the Ten Rings Gang, the Steel Clothes, Stark and his mysterious helper, there are so many things tonight that he must report to the headquarters immediately.
Chapter completed!