In an instant, Tony felt a tightness in his chest and felt like he was suffocating. He flew out holding Dr. Hansen.
Outside the house, on the beach, quadruple portable missile launchers on two yachts were continuously firing small missiles, bombarding the beach villas.
Each yacht is equipped with two quadruple launchers at the front and back. One person controls the yacht while two others take turns launching, looking as if they are ready to raze the villa to the ground.
In fact, that's exactly what they intended.
In order to give Tony a "surprise", the two yachts approached at normal speed, and the people on board were wearing ordinary T-shirts and jeans.
The transmitter is covered with something like a sun blanket.
Anyway, this portable quadruple launcher is not very big, about the size of an oversized suitcase.
The surveillance work was handed over to a helicopter flying high in the sky. It had no weapons on board and did not come close. It only served as eyes and provided intelligence to the two yachts below.
This way, Jarvis couldn't detect anything abnormal about them.
After all, there are many yachts passing by here every day, and many people even see the cool appearance of this villa and simply drive their yachts around to admire it.
It's not that Tony's beachfront villa is completely defenseless, but he could never have anticipated being bombarded by dozens of missiles.
Unless Tony converts this villa into a military fortress and equips it with a missile defense system, it would be too unaesthetic.
If this situation really happens, the best option is to put on armor and kill the opponent instead of protecting the villa.
The reason why the young master is so miserable now is largely due to his own fault.
If someone wants to seek revenge on Batman, they first need the address of the Batcave.
Tony, on the other hand, just blew himself up and asked for a slap in the face.
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The attackers did not pause once their attack began.
On the sea surface more than a hundred meters away from the villa, small missiles shot out like rockets, hitting the villa in succession, as if it were a large-scale demolition.
Tony in the villa hugged Dr. Hansen and curled up into a ball, trying his best to avoid the back of his head from being hit by the explosion.
Driven by the shock wave, countless debris madly collided with the nano armor behind him.
After a cement block weighing hundreds of pounds knocked Tony and the other man flying, he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and half of the female doctor's face immediately turned red.
Tony felt terrible.
This set of nano armor is just an experiment, and its protective ability cannot be compared with that of Mark Armor.
What made him depressed was that there were dozens of sets of Mark armor in the underground laboratory under his feet, and any one of them could help him turn the tables.
Unfortunately, most of these armors are experimental products, either without remote control functions or without energy drives.
Only the new Mark 42 Prodigal Son has the functions of remote control, split movement and automatic assembly.
However, the backup driving energy power of each component was insufficient to quickly break through the collapsed villa.
Tony regretted that he had been studying Pym particles for several days, but he did not install a miniature reactor on the Prodigal Son first - because such technology was too imperfect.
Otherwise, even if it was just a fist, Jarvis could turn it into a missile fist and smash the two yachts on the sea.
Tony, who was seriously injured, gradually became unconscious. He could only try his best to hold Dr. Hansen. After rushing to the corner of the pillar in the hallway, he passed out.
Dr. Hansen, who was pressed on top of him, patted his back in panic: "Tony, Tony, don't..."
At this time, a missile was fired into the broken hall. The blast brought down a large section of the wall, and then the pillars of the hall also tilted and fell down.
Dr. Hansen could only stare at the pillar falling down with his eyes wide open, and screamed: "Ahhh~"
Only Jarvis' voice echoed in the ruined basement: "Sir, how are you?"
"No response. The life detection system is extremely unstable and the danger level is judged to be extremely high."
"Activate the emergency plan and send a request for help to Mr. Bruce."
In fact, Luke also knew at this time that Tony had been beaten.
Because the attacker's helicopter captured the entire process of the destruction of the beach villa and sent it to the TV station.
Tony has the highest priority on Luke's side, so Alfu immediately informed Luke of the news.
While Jarvis was explaining the attack and Tony's poor physical condition, a transit drone had taken off in Kansas and quickly established a mental terminal signal channel between the east and west coasts of the United States.
Next to Santa Monica Beach in Los Angeles, less than 30 kilometers away from Malibu, a dusty secret warehouse was opened, and two highly realistic human prototypes got into a sports car and headed straight to Malibu in the west.
In less than ten minutes, the black sports car drifted into the entrance passage of the beach villa.
The rapid sound of tires rubbing against the ground caused the six masked attackers who were searching in the ruins to turn their heads and look towards the passage.
Before the black sports car came to a complete stop, a figure jumped out from the sunroof, holding a 0.50 heavy machine gun specially designed for the prototype in both hands, spewing out fierce flames.
Amidst the dull thuds, the two masked attackers who were standing relatively close to the door were beaten into two.
The remaining four gangsters were startled, and before they could react, another figure jumped out from the driver's seat of the parked sports car.
The same hand-held heavy machine gun, the same bang bang sound, and two details standing on a high place were shot to pieces.
The last two people behind the ruins of the villa looked at each other, one of them made a hand gesture, and the two of them took a few steps to run, jumped off the cliff and fell into the sea.
At the same time, the original body and the clone were both in hibernation. Luke, who was operating the dual prototypes remotely, discovered that the guy who was first broken into two was actually recovering quickly.
The upper bodies of the two men turned fiery red, like magma. Sections of fiery red body parts grew out from the broken waist and abdomen, and hip joints could be seen after five seconds.
This is... the Fire Red Man? Luke raised an eyebrow, and the two prototypes split into two groups.
One plane guarded the two bandits, while the other made a few leaps and went around the side of the ruins to find the other two disabled attackers.
After waiting for another five seconds, Luke looked at the two guys who had recovered to their calves: The recovery speed test is completed, and the next step is the violent disassembly experiment.
With a curl of his lips, he pulled the trigger again.
Boom boom boom boom!
The two gangsters who tried to temporarily hide by crawling and delaying the recovery of their legs were completely blown up by a string of bullets.
This time Luke shot from beginning to end, not sparing any of them. The two attackers were directly turned into flying pieces.
The fiery red body fragments seemed to sense the crisis of destruction, and quickly became brighter, trying desperately to recover.
But it was all in vain.
In less than two seconds, they had reached a certain limit and were unable to complete their rebirth. A dazzling white light flashed and they exploded, stirring up a cloud of dust before disappearing without a trace.
After a few breaths, the prototype went around to the back and blew up the other two injured attackers.
Seeing the only two remaining men escaping several hundred meters away on the yacht, Luke snorted coldly and stopped chasing them.