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The speed of the cyborg was astonishing—comparable to that of Iron Man, and perhaps even faster than Iron Man before the development of his more advanced armors.

Both could easily achieve supersonic flight.

At a speed of Mach 2, Anton made the journey from New York to Brazil in less than three hours.

Brazil, near Rio de Janeiro, tropical rainforest.

As Anton approached, he continued to utilize the cyborg's abilities, monitoring General Ross and the temporary military base he commanded.

Although he couldn't access the interrogation room directly, he did catch sight of Stockman being dragged out, which fell squarely within his field of vision.

It was clear Ross had learned something about Phil's intentions. As for Stockman, Anton knew the scientist wasn't exactly a loyal or trustworthy individual.

Unlike the ninja, Stockman's obedience to the Foot Clan wasn't born of admiration for Shredder but rather rooted in his personal obsessions and ulterior motives.

Boom, boom, boom!

Anton pressed onward, accelerating.

The shockwaves created by his supersonic flight rippled through the air, releasing deafening roars that echoed through the jungle.

The flight base loomed closer. With each passing moment, the distance shrank, but so too did the likelihood of remaining undetected.

However, Anton had no intention of hiding his arrival.

Though he could shield himself from the base's radar systems, the sonic booms and shockwaves generated by his high-speed approach were impossible for any soldier to ignore.

After all, if you plan to take people from the military, why hide your strength?

Boom!

The gusting wind howled as airwaves approached from the distance.

Inside the base, the night-watch soldiers opened their eyes wide, sensing something was wrong. The alarm blared immediately.

Within minutes, a group of well-armed soldiers stood outside, weapons at the ready, waiting for orders.

Soon, Ross himself arrived, his expression dark as he gazed at the silver figure descending from the sky.

Anton's cyborg slowed to normal speed, its metallic frame gleaming under the lights. Ross's eyes lingered on the exposed joints, his brow furrowing.

"Who are you?" Ross demanded in a deep voice. "And what do you want?"

The general, having been focused on operations in Brazil, was completely unfamiliar with the superhero cyborg who had gained a reputation in the U.S.

As for cyborgs from movies, novels, or comics—such things were far from Ross's aesthetic preferences.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Anton's cyborg replied calmly, hovering above the base. The red electronic eyes locked onto Ross, and the blue lights on its forehead glowed even brighter.

"You've arrested the people I'm here for."

"Oh?" Ross said, suddenly understanding. "Stockman, and those other two unlucky fools?"

He sneered. "I don't care who you are. They are my prisoners now, and they will remain my prisoners. If you think you can take them from me, you'd better think twice. The guns in my soldiers' hands won't agree."

Anton wasn't surprised. He'd anticipated this response, though he couldn't help feeling slightly regretful—not for himself, but for Ross and his men.

"Ross," Anton said, his voice steady, "are you sure... you want to fight me?"

The words hung in the air.

He transformed his hands into supersonic cannons, energy gathering at their cores. With a "boom!" the supersonic blast struck the ground near the soldiers, creating a massive crater. Stone fragments exploded outward in all directions.

The shot was a deliberate warning from Anton, showcasing his power without harming anyone.

"Shoot!"

Ross's face remained expressionless, completely ignoring the warning as he gave the command.

Boom!

Not far away, a shell was launched toward Anton, still in his cyborg form.

Anton moved slightly, quickly noticing that the shell was tracking his every movement.

"A tracking missile?"

The thought flashed through his mind as he casually tossed an energy beam, intercepting the projectile mid-air.

Boom!

The explosion lit up the sky, flames erupting as airwaves rippled through the area.

Ross's expression grew more serious. It was clear this enemy was not going to be easily subdued.

"The firepower's too weak!" Ross barked, his voice cold. "Increase the firepower! Don't let him get anywhere near the flight base!"

"General, the opponent is too strong," one of his subordinates said nervously, attempting a cautious suggestion. "With our current equipment and weapons, it's very likely we won't stand a chance against him."

The unspoken implication was clear: surrender the three prisoners they'd just captured.

"Impossible!" Ross growled through clenched teeth. His voice was sharp, and his eyes blazed with anger.

He glared at the man, warning, "If you dare to suggest that again, you're out of my army!"

"Understood!" The soldier immediately straightened, sweat pouring down his face. He dared not provoke Ross further.

The truth was, Ross could not afford to give up Stockman and the others.

Failure in this mission would require him to answer to his superiors. While failure alone wouldn't tarnish his standing, delivering the teleportation technology Stockman represented would elevate his position.

This technology, in terms of its global strategic potential, far outweighed the "whale" he had been chasing for years—Bruce Banner.

Ross clenched his fists as the realization solidified: the robot-like figure attacking them was after the same prize.

"This technology cannot fall into anyone else's hands!"

Ross's eyes burned with determination as he glared at Anton, who gracefully evaded shell after shell, effortlessly dodging through the chaos.

"Transfer the three of them to another location," Ross commanded, his voice sharp and resolute. "I'll hold off this robot myself."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldier saluted and hurried off to follow the order. He quickly moved to the detention room, where Stockman and the others were being held, preparing to relocate them.

"Oh?"

While deftly avoiding the bombardment, Anton monitored the base through the cyborg's advanced sensors.

He saw Stockman and the others being escorted out of their holding room and immediately deduced Ross's plan.

"What a greedy old fox," he muttered with a sigh.

Realizing it was time to end the confrontation, Anton stopped dodging.

Hovering mid-air, he allowed the shells to explode around him harmlessly.

Then, crossing his hands over his chest, his entire body began to radiate a powerful energy wave.

The next moment, he spread his arms wide, unleashing a massive sonic barrier. The circular wave expanded outward, creating ripples visible to the naked eye as it engulfed the entire flight base.

Click! Click!

Under the stunned gazes of the soldiers, including General Ross, the dense barrage of cannonballs abruptly halted in mid-air, as if time itself had stopped.

Rumble! Rumble!

Moments later, the shells detonated one after another, creating a cascade of fiery explosions that lit up the sky like fireworks.

The dazzling bursts of light unleashed powerful shockwaves, causing soldiers to stagger and struggle to maintain their footing. The ground trembled violently, and the fighter planes stationed at the base were overturned by the sheer force of the blast, plunging the entire area into chaos.

"This...!!"

Ross's expression was one of utter shock.

The display of power had far surpassed anything he had imagined.

While he had anticipated that the robot-like figure before him would possess extraordinary abilities, nothing had prepared him for this. Not even his encounters with the Hulk—Bruce Banner's monstrous alter ego—had readied him for such devastation.

Of course, Ross's preparations and defenses were far from adequate to handle this kind of opponent.

Despite the overwhelming power on display, Ross remained defiant, preparing to rally his troops for another stand.

Seeing Ross's stubbornness and unwillingness to concede, Anton's patience reached its limit. His voice, low and menacing, echoed throughout the base.

"Ross, that question earlier was your last chance."

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