Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

"How is the big boss doing now?" March asked Ethan, "Isn't he already cold?"

Ethan shook his head.

He slightly opened Tony's shirt and looked at the fragments that had penetrated the bulletproof vest. The situation was not optimistic.

"He's not dead yet, but he won't live long. If you move him randomly, it will only speed up the process." Ethan said, "March, we can't decide his future fate for him. He is different from those people. He is alive." Maybe I can do more for the world.”

"You..." Ma Qi wanted to say that he did not agree with Ethan's words, but he swallowed the words when he reached his lips.

What Ethan said was reasonable. Tony Stark didn't mess with him. It was indeed a bit unethical to add insult to injury while someone was unconscious due to a gunshot wound.

"Then what should we do now?" When March said this, he waved his arm that turned into a submachine gun. "Don't pay too much attention to this thing. I won't be able to explain it to you for a while. Don't worry, I'm not an alien."

Ethan moved his eyes away from March's arm, but March's arm looked too dazzling now, and he would still look there.

"If you can't touch him now, are you going to save him? Here?" Madge looked at Ethan and couldn't keep up with his movements.

"It's best to start emergency treatment now. Oh, damn, I need a strong electromagnet." Ethan had carefully taken off Tony's multi-bulletproof vest, looking at the many lacerations on his chest, he It turns out that Tony is more injured than he thought.

"Electromagnet?" Madge didn't know what he wanted this thing for, but if Ethan needed it, there must be a reason. "I said I could get it, do you want it now?"

"Of course, the sooner the better."

March observed the environment and had to say that Tony Stark was quite lucky. The place where he pounced was quite good. No one came to trouble him specifically, and even stray bullets were unlikely to come here.

"Be careful and wait until I come back." After Ma Qi said this, he wanted to lift his feet, but just after running a few steps, he saw something on the ground that seemed incompatible with the ground, so he changed his path and bent down to pick it up.

This is a mobile phone, obviously not like any ordinary thing on the market.

Where the brand logo should have been, the word Stark is printed on it, making it obvious who the owner of the phone is.

But that guy is playing tug-of-war with the Lord of Hell right now, so let Ma Qi keep this phone for him first.

The exchange of fire at the venue gradually subsided. They were prepared to deal with the large number of terrorists, but their training level and basic quality were far behind those of the US military.

The truth that numbers do not necessarily lead to victory was clear in ancient times, and this is even more true on modern battlefields.

It seems that Tony Stark is still blessed after all, and he has not been killed. It seems that God does not lack someone to build armor for the old man.

He ran to a military Humvee, lifted the front hood, and stuck one hand inside. The submachine gun turned into a liquid and swam in it. After a while, he took out the battery that March needed. come out.

This is the fastest material you can find nearby to make an electromagnet, and it is also the most critical part.

As for the iron part of the electromagnet and the connecting wires, Ma Qi could easily pull them out of the car.

"Hey, who are you?" Roddy was walking over with the help of a surviving soldier and saw a stranger dismantling their Humvee.

Although this car is most likely broken down, it is still the property of the army if it is broken down. It is not the case to let a person who comes out of nowhere to mess with it at will, right?

Colonel Roddy didn't directly let his men open fire on March, so he considered him to be rational enough. From his clothes, he judged that March was not with the incoming enemy.

"I need these things to save people." March explained, and then looked at the rifle that the other party pointed at him with caution, "Can you put this thing down? I don't mind, but the gun has been pointed at me recently. Everyone is doomed, this little brother had better not get into this bad luck, it’s very unlucky.”

As Madge spoke, he assembled the electromagnet in his hand. Fortunately, the battery was not damaged in the crossfire. Otherwise, even if Madge could rely on the symbiote ability to solve physical hardware problems, the contents would not be the same. He cannot create chemical elements out of thin air.

"Save people? Who to save?" Rody asked. In fact, he already had a vague premonition in his heart.

"Tony Stark, you must know him. He is about to die, right over there." March pointed to the area opposite the car, "My friend is saving him. He needs this thing."

March raised the electromagnet in his hand and gestured.

"What happened to Tony?!" Roddy looked worried, "Is it serious?"

"The kind that is not far from death." March said, "If you continue to delay me, he may really die."

Rody sat down on the Humvee with the support of the soldiers. His legs were injured in the previous battle and he was now a little weak.

He did not believe what Somach said.

This is quite normal. After all, a person who has never met him can gain his trust with just two sentences. Then wouldn't it be easy for him, an Air Force colonel, to deceive him?

"Where are they?" Rody asked. "Let my soldiers send them there."

"Your soldiers?" Ma Qi was a little speechless. It seemed that the other party had little trust in him, but he could understand. After all, the other party had just been attacked by a group of unknown people. Although they relied on good training to win in the counterattack, they had to pay for it. The price cannot be said to be heavy.

At this time, they naturally have no sense of trust in people like themselves who are not related to each other.

Looking at the current situation, three US soldiers are assessing the post-war situation, and two others are trying to restore a relatively intact military Humvee.

The situation has been brought under control, and this is largely due to March, who has begun to gradually become dehumanized.

Now it seems that there is nothing to worry about. Since they want to do it, let them do it. It won't hurt him to win some favorability and increase trust.

"Okay, sir, if you want to do this, I have no objection. They are behind that rock. You'd better move quickly, buddy, otherwise the target person you protect may be finished."

March pointed out the specific location and handed the electromagnet he had prepared to the soldier on the side. He was glad that this man was a soldier and not a policeman, otherwise his move might have resulted in a warning to empty the magazine.

The soldier took the electromagnet, glanced at Roddy, left his rifle with the officer, and then ran to the location indicated by March with the electromagnet in his arms.

March really didn't have any objections, or he had an inexplicable idea in his heart that it would be good to let Tony Stark die like this. He smiled slightly, and his reason effortlessly defeated the small thoughts caused by the dark side in his heart. A little bit of fun.

Sitting side by side with Roddy, March was somewhat tired after a high-intensity and intense activity. Now that the situation was under control, he could take a rest.

"What's your name, sir?" Ma Qi asked Rody. One of the epaulettes of the camouflage combat uniform worn by the other party fell off, and the other side was scorched by fire. He couldn't tell the other party's military rank.

James Rhodes, U.S. Air Force officer, chief of weapons development and testing.

Before Madge could wait for the other party to reply, the answer came into his head.

This kind of ability to predict the results is good, but the feeling is really bad, at least Madge doesn't like it. He even feels that this feeling is more awkward than the belt of submachine gun bullets in his body that roughly goes from his left arm to his right arm.

"James Rhodes," Roddy said his name, "My friends call me Roddy. What about you, young man?"

"Ma Qi." Ma Qi replied briefly, "Chinese."

Chinese? Roddy turned his head and glanced at March, oh, well, that country is quite magical. It is not surprising that such a young person can speak English proficiently.

"Why did you and your friends save Tony? That car that rushed over from outside was you?" Roddy asked, "Don't tell me that you are a righteous knight from China."

"Well, the details are quite complicated. I don't mind if you think so." Madge did not answer the question directly.

Oh, is that so? Roddy nodded, and then asked a question that Madge never expected: "Kung Fu Panda or Kung Fu King?"

March: (°—°ii)? ? ?