People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Probably when the evacuation work was completed or nearly completed, Coulson drove up and carried boxes of weapons down.

Coulson came over: "Stark, what are you doing?"

Mike replied: "Hold your ultimate move... so many weapons?"

Coulson looked honest and said, "Fury wants to test the effectiveness of Earth's advanced weapons against alien weapons."

Mike shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Coulson thought that Mike was not optimistic about Earth's weapons, so he pointed out that he had taken a short gun since he was a child.

The gun body is silver and has a sci-fi shape.

Coulson said: "This is not an ordinary gunpowder weapon, but a special energy weapon, which is extremely powerful."

Mike said: "That's not what I meant. Let's put it this way, the strength of the Destroyer is related to the controller. If the controller is Odin at his peak, the Destroyer is a veritable planet-destroying weapon, capable of destroying planets and challenging space fleets. "

Glancing at the small and exquisite weapon in Coulson's hand, he said: "I'm not going to hit you. This thing is not even tickling the Destroyer with full firepower. What's the point of testing a weak version of the Destroyer?" ?”

Coulson was silent for a moment and abruptly changed the subject: "Did I see it wrong? Why do I feel that the Destroyer is one size smaller than before?"

"That's right. The size of the Destroyer changes to cope with different situations. Before, it was too big to deal with the highly mobile Stark." Considering that the Destroyer was created to deal with the Cosmic Gods, Mike said: " It can become smaller or larger. Imagine the scene of a 600-meter-tall Destroyer wreaking havoc in New York. Destroying stars is not an exaggeration."

Coulson put the energy pistol away gropingly.

As the Destroyer shrunk in size, Stark struggled.

Face to face.

The Destroyer opened his hands and opened the door in his chest, but Loki didn't care. He felt that he had figured out Stark's details and deliberately exposed his flaws.

This is a tempting trap.

While the energy cannon on Stark's chest glowed white, the Destroyer's hands were ready to grab Stark. This agile native monkey could no longer jump up and down, and then roasted him with a high-temperature beam.

As for the energy cannon, at most it will cause some damage to the Destroyer, but it will not recover.

It’s worth exchanging injuries for lives!

However, Loki ignored an important issue: he admitted in disguise that in his eyes, uncivilized natives could hurt the Destroyer.

Stark stabbed the Destroyer's grasping palm.

If it were a human being, he would most likely scream in pain, but the Destroyer held back the vibranium knife.

Loki, who was far away in Asgard, sneered: "I got you!".

Under the mask, Stark smiled and said the same thing: "I got you!"

After saying that, the blaster on his chest emitted an extremely dazzling light, and the accumulated energy was suddenly released.

boom!

The white energy beam hit the Destroyer, and the huge impact directly sent the Destroyer a hundred meters away.

Stark also fell to the ground due to the reaction force, sliding for more than ten meters on the gravel-filled ground.

Ignoring the warning that the system was low on energy, Stark asked, "Jarvis, are you done?"

Jarvis: "No energy fluctuations detected"

Stark couldn't help but smile and said: "Finally done, I admire you, Tony, you are so handsome."

Jarvis: "He is quite handsome, but I have to remind you: handsomeness comes at a price. Your ribs have fractures of varying degrees and you need to rest for at least half a month. You cannot drink alcohol during this half month. , and also engage in strenuous exercise.”

Stark blinked: "Is the strenuous exercise you are talking about serious?"

Jarvis: "That depends on what your definition of seriousness is. Since your definition of the boundaries of seriousness is a bit vague, I suggest leaving it to Pepper to judge."

Stark: "Jarvis, just kidding, don't use nuclear weapons."

Jarvis: "Sir, I was kidding too."

I feel like I've been teased by my own artificial intelligence... Stark: "..."

Stark took off his helmet, and the steel suits on his body separated one by one and flew away.

"Are you okay?" Coulson asked.

"It's okay." Stark patted his chest to express that he was fine, and then said: "Ahem, cough, cough..."

I almost coughed up my lungs, but I'm still fine...

Do you want to save face and suffer?

A mouthful of blood hit his throat, and Stark wiped the corners of his mouth. There was blood on his hands.

Stark: "I personally think it's fine, but the doctor has the final say. It's better to listen to the professionals, cough cough cough..."

Meaningless face is not as important as life. At this point, Stark decided to follow his heart.

"Can someone help me? I'm vomiting blood."

"You were too nervous during the battle and bit your lip."

"Really?"

"Look yourself in the mirror."

Stark used his cell phone as a mirror and found that the skin on the corner of his mouth was really bitten, "Jarvis, did I bite it myself?"

"Yes, sir. But you are very nervous, highly concentrated, and even if you bite your lip, you don't have any intuition. Do you need to play the replay video?"

"Uh, forget it. Delete it, completely." Stark had just won the battle and was in a good mood.He patted the stunned Sol and said, "What are you doing? Let's go, big man!"

"thanks……"

Thor had mixed emotions. He didn't expect that the powerful weapons of Asgard would be defeated by the Midgardians.Second, the Destroyer was defeated and he was temporarily saved.

"You're welcome. Besides, I'm not working so hard to save you. So - don't think too much." Stark said, "This is the time to open a bottle of champagne."

Jarvis reminded: "Sir, you can't drink for the time being."

Stark: "Can you please stop saying things that disgrace the scenery at this time?"

Jarvis: "Okay, I'll remind you after you finish opening the champagne."

This would make the scenery even worse.

Stark waved his hand weakly: "Forget it, I'm the one who's drunk. I'll admit defeat. Mike, what are you doing there, are you looking at the scenery?"

Mike looked at the place where the Destroyer fell and took out a knife from the system space.

Bee!

A knife that is almost useless.

Stark's expression changed, and he thought of some possibility: "No way, the tin can is not finished yet?!"

Jarvis: "Unstable energy fluctuations detected."

Stark's suspicions were confirmed.

Stark: "That's really tough."

In the dust and smoke, the Destroyer slowly stood up, his posture was awkward and stiff, and there was a big hole in his chest - obviously, Stark's full blow was not without effect.

Mike raised his foot and stepped hard, his feet sinking into the soil.

"I have a bad feeling," Stark said.

Coulson nodded: "Yeah." Agreeing with Stark's statement.

"Swastika, bird, bee and thunder whip."

The long knife in Mike's hand turned into a huge golden missile.

"So that's it. Put your feet on the ground to stabilize your body and use yourself as a missile launcher." Stark suddenly realized.

As soon as he finished speaking, the missile sprayed out tail flames and flew towards the Destroyer.

boom!

The aftermath of the explosion covered the four people with a large amount of dust.

Except for Mike who used the mental shield in advance, the other three people all became natives.

"This power... can compete with Jericho. The key is the shoulder-mounted missile." Stark spat out the dirt that poured into his mouth.

"I would like to know where to buy this missile? What's the price/performance ratio?" Colson calmly cleaned up the dust.

The people on Earth are so cruel... Thor thought to himself.