Chapter: 27

Tony, wearing the magnificent Mark III armor, descended from the sky, leaving everyone present momentarily stunned. A terrorist from the Ten Rings Organization, overwhelmed with panic, pulled the trigger of his rifle, ratatatat—

Clang clang clang clang— All the bullets that hit Tony left only a white mark on the Mark III armor and lost their momentum as they fell to the ground.

However, before Tony could counterattack the terrorist, another bulky red figure descended from the sky and directly pinned him down, preventing him from continuing to fire at Tony. "Master, please specify the primary mission and confirm the start of action."

"The primary mission is to protect the villagers. Commence action!"

At Tony's command, the large, white, muscular body immediately transformed into a compressed spring and shot in front of a hostage-holding enemy. The combat chip's program instantly activated, and boom boom boom boom—Baymax swung its chubby fists in a continuous straight punch, bending the enemy like an iron rod until they lay on the ground.

Due to the system's restriction on causing harm, after confirming that the target was unconscious, Baymax did not use a finishing move to eliminate the enemy but instead propelled itself to the next target.

It may sound complicated, but despite its large size, Baymax was lightweight due to its inflatable structure. Combined with its super braking system, it swiftly neutralized more than a dozen combatants from the Ten Rings Organization in just six seconds.

Covered in high-strength graphene composite materials, White was impervious to the enemy's firepower and suffered no damage. Therefore, it quickly rescued all the villagers from the grip of the Ten Rings Organization.

Meanwhile, Tony kept the Ten Rings Organization distracted, and by the time they realized it, they no longer possessed the means to threaten him.

At the moment when all the villagers were rescued by Baymax, Yinsen, who was no longer restrained, joined the battle. With the three of them working together, the Ten Rings Organization's squad was utterly defenseless and quickly defeated.

"Tony, is that you?" With no more threat from the enemy, Yinsen excitedly walked toward Tony, who was wearing the Mark III armor.

Although there was a mask between them, Yinsen knew that there was no one else in the world who could create such refined and powerful armor except for the Stark family.

Seeing Yinsen approach, Tony opened his mask, spread his arms, and gave him a big hug. "Long time no see, Yinsen! It's great to see that you're still alive!"

Yinsen's eyes were slightly red, showing his excitement. "It's all thanks to the suit you gave me. It helped me save the lives of many compatriots!"

Tony gently patted him on the back. "Relax, I'll help you. Just wait for me for a moment. I'll go and destroy the Ten Rings Organization's arsenal. We can talk later."

"Baymax, keep an eye on those unconscious guys. We still haven't obtained the data Mark needs!" After saying that, Tony took a few steps back, distancing himself from Dr. Yinsen, and then activated the thrusters to head directly toward the target—the arms depot.

Seeing the red and gold-armored figure approaching, the tanks guarding the Ten Rings Organization's arsenal unexpectedly launched an anti-aircraft missile, successfully shooting Tony down.

However, facing anti-aircraft missiles that were ineffective against the Mark III armor, which was coated with graphene and reinforced with titanium-gold alloy, the internal shock absorption system efficiently absorbed the impact energy, protecting Tony from any harm.

Without a scratch, Tony quickly stood up from the ground and, using the targeting system, locked onto the only tank in the arms depot. He fired a miniature armor-piercing round, destroying it. Then, using the repulsor in his palm, he ignited all the remaining Stark Industries weapons in the stockpile.

After completing all of this, Tony and Baymax assisted Yinsen in evacuating the remaining villagers in Gulmira Town before finding a place to sit down and reminisce.

"Is this your latest developed armor?" Immediately after taking a seat, Yinsen couldn't wait to discuss the Mark III armor that Tony was currently wearing.

"Yes, ever since I returned and announced the closure of Stark Industries' weapons division, I've been in seclusion, collaborating with Mark to develop the next generation of suits. This suit is the Mark III, the third-generation armor.

Speaking of which, I apologize to you, Yinsen, for the suffering Gulmira has endured. I didn't expect the shareholders of the board to secretly continue selling Stark Industries' weapons to terrorists behind my back. I'm sorry!"

Tony expressed remorse and bowed ninety degrees to Yinsen.

"Don't be like this!" Yinsen immediately stood up and helped Tony to his feet. "Even without Stark Industries, there will be other weapons manufacturers. Terrorists will always find a way to get what they want, and besides, you were not in control of the situation. How could I blame you?"

"And thanks to the amazing suit you gave me, I was able to help some of my fellow countrymen escape from this place. I should be grateful to you and Mark."

"Don't say that, you're my savior." Tony placed his hand on Yinsen's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll arrange for people to help you settle the refugees in the town."

"Thank you, Tony," Yinsen expressed his gratitude.

"By the way, besides coming here to resolve the trouble in Gulmira, I also have a mission to help Mark test his new invention. Would you like to join and take a look?" Tony knew that since Yinsen experienced the wonders of the magical suit, he had become a fan of his own son, Mark. He knew Yinsen would be interested in Mark's new invention.

"Sure!" As expected, Yinsen's excitement soared upon receiving the invitation. "The people of Gulmira have been rescued, and my work here is done. Now I feel relaxed and have plenty of time!"

"Then let's go. Baymax, bring the prototypes," Tony commanded, already deciding the fate of the captured members of the Ten Rings Organization.