69novels Chapter 103 Li En: Tony, hurry up and clean up the mess!
Chapter 103 Li En: Tony, hurry up and clean up the mess!
Chapter 103 Li En: Tony, hurry up and clean up the mess!
Inside the Iron Monger's cockpit, Obadiah's smile froze instantly.
His actions and reactions are faster than his brain.
The Iron Monger's lumbar hydraulic system suddenly activated, and its entire upper body began to rotate, as if trying to turn around.
Then, on his external monitoring screen, he saw the figure standing behind him, head down, holding a dagger in the back of his hand, unusually quiet.
Isn't this the Hellfire Sword that's been making the news every day lately?
Obadiah turned around and pointed the Iron Monger's visor at Lee En.
The brief tension from just now has dissipated.
What can a policeman do?
Did you use that toy knife to scratch the paint on the Iron Monger?
"Officer Lee." Obadiah's tone switched quickly, from undisguised disdain for Tony to a condescending, authoritative tone that seemed to be trying to win him over.
"You've come at the right time. Help me take down this madman in red armor."
"Stark Industries will fully support your team from now on."
"I handle everything from equipment procurement and fund allocation to lobbying at the municipal level."
"You want to be the New York City Police Commissioner? Fine. You want to run for mayor? Stark Industries is your biggest financial backer."
He paused, then stretched out the Iron Monger's enormous right hand, palm up, as if to display a prepared contract.
"You're a police officer in Hell's Kitchen, unlike Tony, a naive kid who grew up in a greenhouse."
"You understand how this world works."
"Interests, relationships, power—without the support of a group, you are nothing."
Li En walked to the Iron King's feet and gripped the Vibranium Dagger in his backhand.
The cold white luster on the blade flickered in and out of the red laser sight on the Iron Monger's chest.
He raised his head, his face expressionless.
"Yeah?"
Obadiah snorted coldly; he had already given him a chance.
Since this clueless young cop is unwilling to take sides, he might as well disappear with Tony.
He raised Iron Monarch's right fist, the hydraulic system instantly maximizing the power of his entire arm, raising the fist to its highest point, and then slamming it down towards Li En.
Li En stood still, gripping the vibranium dagger in his backhand, and casually slashed Iron Monarch's knee.
With a small movement, the blade cut into the seam of the knee joint, through the outer armor plate, and through the internal hydraulic lines and high-density alloy skeleton.
After the blade sliced across, he flipped his wrist and made another vertical cut towards the Iron Lord's elbow joint at the base of his shoulder.
The silvery blade flashed horizontally across the back of the knee and vertically across the shoulder socket, both cuts disappearing in a flash.
Iron Monger's legs were severed at the knees.
A huge metal block crashed onto the asphalt road, creating two craters half a meter deep.
Immediately afterwards, his right arm detached from the shoulder root, the severed part exposed to the air, and a series of sparks popped out from the internal circuitry.
Hydraulic oil gushed from the broken pipeline, splashing onto the road and emitting a pungent, acrid smell.
The entire mecha lost all support and crashed to the ground, making the ground tremble twice.
Tony immediately shouted, his voice coming from the helmet speaker with a deliberately raised tone, as if afraid that no one present would be able to hear him clearly.
"Obadiah Stan! Didn't I just say—you're about to be arrested by the police!"
"Destroying public streets, deliberately murdering civilians, and launching indiscriminate attacks using military-grade weapons and equipment in downtown areas."
"Any one of these charges is enough to sentence you to over thirty years, no parole, you'll just be stuck in jail until you die, Stan!"
Li En stood beside the fallen wreckage of the Iron Monger, raising his vibranium dagger high in his right hand, and glanced at Tony with a sideways turn of his head.
Then he looked away and turned his gaze back to the door of the Iron Monger's cockpit.
The hatch suddenly popped open.
The hydraulic system had been shut down long ago; it was a purely mechanical emergency switch, which Obadiah had kicked open from the inside.
He stood up from the cockpit, his dark blue suit stained with hydraulic oil and condensate spraying from some unknown pipeline.
He tumbled and scrambled out of the cockpit, raising his hands.
"Arrest me! You're a police officer, arrest me!"
His voice no longer had that oppressive, overwhelming quality it had when it came from the loudspeaker.
Only a middle-aged man remained, his voice sharp and hoarse as he desperately searched for a lifeline.
He has already lost this round, but as long as he's alive, he has a lawyer.
He has bank deposits, overseas accounts, and a whole group's legal department.
He can be released on bail, he can appeal, he can drag things out in court for years—as long as he's alive.
Li En put the dagger down from his hand.
The vibranium dagger disappeared from his palm and was stored in his spatial storage. He turned around and walked out onto the street.
Obadiah knelt beside the wreckage of the Iron Monger, watching the figure walk away step by step, his teeth clenched, but the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards.
The policeman still didn't dare.
They're talking about the Sword of Hell, and the right to fire infinitely.
In the end, he was just someone who didn't dare to kill in public—and then he heard Li En whisper that word as he left.
"Fire."
Obadiah's head exploded.
A flower of blood bloomed right between his eyebrows, and half of the back of his head was torn off by a bullet. Fragments of bone and brain tissue splattered onto the Iron Monger's already dull breastplate behind him, flowing down the sloping armor plates.
Only then did a gunshot ring out from the distance on the street.
Li En turned around and glanced at Tony Stark, who was standing motionless in place.
I'll send you the bill tomorrow.
He took off his tactical gloves, which were covered in a layer of dust, folded them, and stuffed them into his pocket.
"Road damage, vehicle total loss, medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress for injured civilians."
"The New York City government's finances won't cover this cost for you, nor will Hellsword."
"There's still this wreckage; clean it up quickly."
"You're responsible for the mess in your own home."
He turned around and walked away step by step along the still-smoking street.
Tony Stark stood in the middle of the street.
The gold and red Mark armor was covered in machine oil and Iron Monger hydraulic fluid, and the reactor on his chest had dimmed to the point that only a faint blue light remained.
He looked down at the kneeling corpse next to the wreckage of the Iron Monger, its head missing halfway.
Obadiah Stan remained in the same position as when he had raised his hands and shouted those words, his knees embedded in the rubble of the smashed road, his suit collar soaked in hydraulic fluid and turned a dark brown.
He stood there for a long time, his gaze gradually shifting from sorrow to calm.
Tony parted his lips slightly and said softly, "Obadiastan, you have only yourself to blame. Hopefully, hell will open its gates for you."
After saying that, he asked Jarvis to contact Pepper to find someone to clean up the mess.
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