Capítulo 41: Chapter 41: This is Just the Beginning
After a period of chaos and busyness, they finally received news from Overwatch. It was their aircraft.
"You can't bring your equipment to our battlefield," Colonel Rhodes said, annoyed. "What is your organization, investigating mutant crimes, doing in the Middle East with an aircraft?"
"We're investigating a case of weapons smuggling to terrorists," Warren replied.
"And how do you plan to investigate? Are you going to ask the terrorists?" Colonel Rhodes retorted.
Terrorists operated in the area, and the local military had detected them, but they couldn't stop them. The terrorists would use civilians as human shields, and if anyone dared to attack, they would immediately use the hostages.
"That's right," Overwatch responded with a frustrating answer.
Colonel Rhodes hung up the phone and signaled everyone to do what they needed to do. The F-22 jets that had been sent out could come back now.
"Let the mutants do whatever they want. Maybe they can teach those terrorists a lesson," Colonel Rhodes said.
"If they are mutants, it might actually work. Some mutants have the ability to control others' bodies. We could make the terrorists commit suicide," Warren nodded.
"That's not a bad idea. I'm actually looking forward to it," Colonel Rhodes said. After all, those terrorists were truly despicable.
...
The speed of the Black Cat Luna far surpassed Tony's Mark II suit, allowing Warren to spiral around him.
"I see them."
"Me too!"
The two mechs descended from the sky with trails of flames. The terrorists on the ground, who were still bullying civilians, immediately aimed their guns at them.
"Activate the defensive matrix."
Green laser beams fired at an extremely high frequency, intercepting all the bullets that came their way.
"What the...? What kind of black technology is this?" one of the terrorists exclaimed.
"Red Queen, take control," Warren commanded.
Eject!
In a moment, Warren was launched into the air, and time seemed to slow down around him.
He focused on the terrorists who were close to the civilians.
After this period of training, he had already planned several combat strategies in his mind for situations like this. While Tony Stark attracted the enemy's fire, the terrorists' bullets merely left marks on his Mark II suit.
Warren planned out a route and swiftly punched one of the terrorists in the abdomen.
Naturally strong.
Like bowling, the guy he punched was sent flying and knocked down several others.
Never forget to follow up.
He raised his hand and released an explosive flame, sending scorching greetings at the knocked-down pins.
Warren, with the enhanced speed of the bullet time, swiftly moved left and right, making it impossible for the bullets to hit his agile movements.
Several terrorists standing next to a cargo truck were trying to retrieve RPGs from inside the truck. Others stared in horror at the monsters descending from the sky, approaching the civilians, preparing to use their usual tactics.
Warren extended his hand, revealing the wrist-mounted web shooter. It was small enough to be carried at all times.
Shoo, shoo!
Two web threads traversed the battlefield, sticking to two terrorists who were about to grab hostages. With tremendous force, Warren pulled them into the sky, drawing a large arc before viciously flinging them onto the group of terrorists who were going to grab RPGs, causing chaos.
Boom!
He followed up with another explosion.
Never forget to follow up.
However, there was still one terrorist holding a hostage, screaming in a language that Warren couldn't understand.
On the other side, within a few seconds, Tony and Red Queen had eliminated the other terrorists. When Tony noticed that one of the terrorists still held a hostage, he put down his hands, deactivated the energy cannon, and considered which weapon would safely resolve the situation.
"Hey."
A metallic hand suddenly appeared and grabbed the rifle barrel, twisting it into a spiral.
Behind him, Warren's illusion dissipated.
"Oh, how did you do that?" Tony asked.
It was just an illusion.
Warren destroyed the terrorist leader's weapon and grabbed him by his collar, forcefully slamming him onto the ground.
Boom —
"Problem solved."
"Job done."
Both humans thought it was over, but the two artificial intelligences didn't think so.
JARVIS: "There's still one more, sir."
Red Queen: "Behind the wall at 10 o'clock direction."
The terrorist leader was hiding behind the wall, holding a satellite phone, intending to report the situation to his boss.
Crack, crack!
Two arms smashed through the wall from the left and right, grabbed him, and forcefully pulled him out.
Warren picked up his satellite phone. "Red Queen, check who he was talking to and locate their position."
Tony snatched the satellite phone. "Tony Stark? Well, that couldn't be better. Welcome to make another Jericho missile for me. The last incident isn't over yet."
Crack!
In Mark II's hand, the satellite phone sparked and burst into flames, gloriously sacrificed.
"Communication interrupted. Unable to pinpoint the exact location of the other party," Red Queen reported.
...
At this moment, only a middle finger could express their emotions.
"Sorry, I remembered something unpleasant. The guy on the other end of the phone used to be the terrorist leader who imprisoned me," Tony said.
"Alright, remember to curse at him a few more times next time and let Red Queen lock onto his location," Warren replied.
"Red Queen? What is that? Is she your personal assistant, like Batman's Alfred?" Tony asked.
"That's right, my personal assistant. But she's not human, she's an artificial intelligence," Warren explained.
"What? Did you say artificial intelligence?" Tony was surprised.
"JARVIS, say hello to this artificial intelligence lady."
The best way to verify an artificial intelligence was to have his own AI greet her.
In an instant, the two artificial intelligences completed a massive data exchange.
"Sir, Red Queen is indeed an artificial intelligence, and she is very powerful," JARVIS confirmed.
Warren returned to the cockpit, as the speed of the Black Cat Luna was much faster than his own flight.
"It seems you have a companion, JARVIS. Let's go, but before we leave..."
The Mark II suit flew in the air, locking onto all the weapons in the area. Several missiles were launched from Tony's shoulder, soaring into the sky. The consecutive explosions sent flames shooting towards the clouds. Warren also launched several miniature missiles, taking out a few armored tanks.
These terrorists sure had a nice collection of tanks. They were really thriving.
"I have one more lead, but it will take time to investigate," Warren said.
"Count me in. I want to personally take care of that bastard," Tony replied.
"Okay, let's go back."
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