……
Tony took off from where he was, flying towards the arms cache not far away.
Those weapons were all supplied by Obadiah to these Terrorists, and without exception, they all bore the ‘Stark Industries’ logo.
For Tony, who had just announced the closure of the Stark Industries weapons division at a press conference not long ago, the existence of this batch of weapons was undoubtedly a huge slap in his face.
That’s why Tony agreed so readily to Leon’s suggestion of splitting up.
“Alright.”
“Who’s in charge here?”
Saying that, Leon backhanded a shot, taking down a masked black man who tried to ambush him from behind…
Well, actually, Leon was just lucky, barely disrupting his little scheme, and it was Arcee who ultimately sent him to his demise with a beam cannon.
The scene was gruesome, leaving no trace of his bones.
However, it was this single shot and cannon blast that completely ignited the ferocity of these Terrorists.
They chattered unintelligibly, then pulled out their guns, aiming at Leon and Arcee, and opened fire!
Leon symbolically raised his shield in defense, while asking Arcee, who wasn’t even pretending to act surprised beside him, “What gibberish are they speaking?”
“Dari, Pashto, Mongolian, Persian, Russian… everything. They’re saying you and I are monsters.”
Arcee, who had mastered all these languages almost instantly for Leon, replied nonchalantly.
“Is that so…”
“Monsters and monsters make a pretty good match, don’t they?”
Leon poked Arcee’s foot and then changed the subject: “However… with so many languages, no wonder they’re just a bunch of low-level Terrorists, they deserve to be shot!”
Leon had no interest in learning the foreign languages of these black men, but he still held his patience, not forgetting the main purpose of this sortie.
He loudly asked the Gomera civilians around him, who were either being held hostage, hiding in the shadows, or fleeing, “Who among you is Ethan’s family?”
Before coming, Leon had checked; Ethan’s family in this World was still alive.
Since Ethan spoke English, Leon temporarily assumed his family would too.
After a long pause, there was no response.
Thud thud thud thud thud!
The Terrorists’ gunfire continued to pour out.
But Leon completely ignored it, even blocking a few autocannon rounds for Arcee that would have been difficult for her Vibranium-titanium alloy body to withstand without injury.
During this process, Arcee’s iridescent eyes grew brighter, and she gained a new understanding of Leon’s durability… his hardness as a new partner.
Perhaps… Leon was her true partner.
After a long period of continuous full-force firing for nearly two and a half minutes, the Terrorists’ ammunition reserves finally ran out.
“Oh, ho~”
Leon lowered his shield, a smirk playing on his lips: “Are you done shooting?”
“……”
No one responded, only the sound of Adam’s apples bobbing and swallowing saliva.
Under that concentrated fire, they not only failed to harm the enemy in the slightest but also had a dozen or so comrades shot dead by bullets ricocheting off that shield.
Such a bizarre scene truly sent a chill down their spines.
“Arcee, their threat has been minimized now. You know many foreign languages, so you go find Ethan’s family. I’ll handle these guys.”
“Alright.”
“Good luck to you all.”
Arcee nodded, then placed one hand on her hip and walked away with a graceful stride. Her last sentence was directed at the Terrorists.
A mighty tiger charged into a flock of chickens whose claws had been worn down.
The outcome was self-evident.
“Hey, guys, do any of you speak English, Japanese, or Chinese?”
“I’m from the community, here to bring warmth. Don’t be nervous, don’t be scared. As long as you put down your weapons, I guarantee you’ll all be Americanized.”
With that, Leon, to show his sincerity, walked up to a somewhat familiar bearded black man who was currently one of the Terrorists, and shook the .50AE Desert Eagle in his hand.
Then he fired eight shots into the sky, until he had theoretically emptied the maximum magazine capacity, and then said, “See, now my gun has no bullets.”
However, as soon as Leon emptied his gun, the bearded black man, who was likely the leader, raised his hand and gestured, and the other Terrorists boldly surrounded him, holding various tactical knives.
They seemed to think that Leon, an enemy whom autocannon fire couldn’t penetrate, could be penetrated by their small knives.
This scene, in Leon’s eyes, was no less ridiculous than Danzo trying to stab Susano’o with a kunai.
It was laughable.
One of the Terrorists, with a small mustache on his upper lip, spoke in fluent Japanese: “You, can speak Japanese, work?”
“Yes!”
“Yoshi, there’s an old saying in the Autumn Kingdom, ‘Xi Xi Wu Zhi Wei Jun Jie.’ I’m sure you’ve heard of it, so obediently put down your shield and work…”
Bang!
Seeing that someone finally spoke a language he understood, Leon was deeply moved and rewarded him with a U.S. specialty peanut.
The Terrorist, who had been living a pretty good life, immediately had his head explode like a watermelon and then fell in front of his comrades.
For the surrounding Terrorists, this gunshot was no different than the God of Death knocking on their door. They instantly fell into chaos, not daring to gamble whether Leon’s gun still had bullets.
But…
“Hehehe!”
“Don’t leave now that you’re here!”
Leon was waiting for this opportunity.
Within 2.5 meters, everyone can be a God of Guns.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
With the concept of infinite bullets, Leon’s Desert Eagle was fired like a machine gun.
The surrounding Terrorists were all shot into sieves by Leon’s precise aim, each taking at least a dozen .50AE peanuts before finally kicking the bucket.
Only the bearded leader remained, fleeing frantically in the opposite direction from Leon.
At this moment, he was secretly pleased.
“A bunch of idiots!”
“Good thing I’m smart; I noticed early on that the shifty-looking guy was nine parts out of ten not right. Who could take a dozen autocannon shots and be perfectly fine?!”
“He’s definitely not human, he’s a monster!”
Seeing this, Leon smirked, feeling playful. He gripped the barrel in reverse, tentatively throwing the Desert Eagle in his hand like a projectile weapon towards the fleeing bearded black man.
With the immense power of a super-human, the Desert Eagle was thrown with the effect of a mortar.
With a loud bang, it actually broke one of the man’s legs.
“Ahhh!”
The bearded black man instantly fell to the ground, clutching his profusely bleeding broken leg, letting out a painful wail.
“My goodness!”
“That accurate?!”
Leon stared blankly at his right hand, which he had used to throw the Desert Eagle. He had been at least a hundred meters away from the man.
Such accuracy was incredible for Leon, who was throwing for the first time.
Could it be that he had an extraordinary talent for throwing?
The more Leon thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and he decided to act on it!
He casually picked up an empty-magazine AK from the ground, crumpled it into an iron ball, and this time used his left hand, consciously aiming for the man’s head.
Bang!!!
The AK, crumpled into an iron ball, was thrown by Leon with the effect of a cannon. A hundred meters, less than 0.1 seconds, and it had already reached its target.
Under Leon’s eager gaze, the bearded black man’s head did not explode; only half of his left ear was gone, bleeding profusely.
“Trajectory biased to the left, huh…” Leon muttered with some regret.
However, his earlier conjecture was now confirmed. As long as he practiced more, he should easily be able to achieve the level of Captain America Steve Rogers throwing his Vibranium shield.
As he thought this, Arcee’s voice came through Leon’s Bluetooth headset: “Leon, I’ve found them.”
“They were hiding in a rather secluded cellar, so those people didn’t find them. Do you need me to bring them to you now?”
“No.”
“You take them far away first. The rest is up to me and Tony.”
“Alright.”
“Then… be careful.”
“OK.”
“With your words, I guarantee not a single hair will be lost.”
Leon promised, then ended the call with Arcee.
Then he threw a shield, hitting the target precisely, splitting the bearded black man in half at the waist, leaving him dead with eyes wide open, paying homage to 2.5 Gojo Satoru and Captain Carter.
“Woohoo~ That feels great!”
This feeling of hitting exactly where you aim, for someone accustomed to left-biased and bifurcated trajectories, was no less exhilarating than the moment a plane takes off.
At the same time, Leon finally remembered why he found the man familiar: he looked exactly like the bearded minor leader from the Ten Rings Gang’s base who had kidnapped Tony before.
Leon estimated they were probably twin Brothers or something.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
After all, both were dead.
“Done, time to clock out.”
After taking two steps forward, Leon had a thought and, via the system space, retrieved the tungsten-Vibranium shield and Desert Eagle, which were precisely a hundred meters away, back into his hands.
Just as he was about to head towards Tony, there was a loud crash from the sky, and Tony crash-landed extremely disheveled, landing right at Leon’s feet.
Unlike when he separated from Leon, the Mark 3 armor now had many fine bullet holes on its surface, and much of the gold and red paint was scratched.
Most noticeable was the crater left by the anti-aircraft shell that had just shot Tony down.
“Oh, isn’t this Iron Man? Do you need a hand?”
Leon teased Tony, who was lying in the pit, in a sarcastic tone.
“Forget it, I can handle it myself…” Tony tried, but couldn’t pull himself out of the pit, so he awkwardly reached out to Leon and said, “Still, give me a hand, Leon.”
“That’s more like it.”
Leon slapped his thigh, reached out and grabbed Tony, and with a swift pull, easily lifted him out of the dirt.
Next, with the combined efforts of the two Brothers, the remaining Terrorists scattered throughout Gomera town were rooted out and eliminated one by one.
Soon, only refugees whose homes had been ravaged beyond habitation remained.
Rescued, they gathered around Tony and Leon, then knelt in devout worship.
Although Leon couldn’t quite understand what they were saying, it was undoubtedly words of gratitude.
“Brother, how does it feel to be a hero?” Leon asked.
“It’s alright,” Tony replied.
“Aside from the initial excitement, I now feel more sympathy and sorrow.”
“This is just the beginning; we still have a lot to do.”
“That’s true, but we’ll leave the rest to Ethan,” Leon said with a smile. “I believe he’ll be very motivated after reuniting with his family.”
“You’re right.”
As Tony finished speaking, Leon hitched a ride with him.
Under the reverent gaze of the Gomera people, who looked upon them as Gods, the two Brothers slowly ascended into the sky.
Then, with a horizontal acceleration, they quickly disappeared into the horizon.