On the television, the Iron Patriot raised its arm, but Norman dodged it, and then the TV signal was cut off.
Due to the intense battle at the scene, it was naturally impossible for the reporter to continue transmitting footage, and the news station had long since fallen into chaos.
"What? What is happening?" Quinn asked, feigning surprise from the side.
Harry said nothing and handed the signed mining rights transfer agreement to his bodyguard.
Harry stood up: "Sorry, Mr. Quinn, but I have to go."
"Of course, Mr. Osborn. And, a pleasure doing business with you." Quinn bowed slightly. "I believe the President will be just fine."
Harry smiled and said to Quinn: "Mr. Quinn, you know, Osborn has already broken through the atmosphere; you should watch the news more often."
Harry's words and attitude left Quinn confused, but his job was already done.
On the way back to the plane, Harry connected with Frank, who was in orbit.
"Frank, the operation begins."
"Received, boss." Frank, in orbit, stood inside an airdrop pod. "You all heard it; it's time for an adventure."
"Airdrop protocol activated. Good luck, soldiers." Ois's voice rang out.
Silence fell around Frank. The Sun at an altitude of 200 kilometers was exceptionally blinding, but it looked much more real than it did from the ground.
"Killian of AIM, I know you. Are you employed by that Terrorist?" Norman said. "Or are you that Terrorist yourself?"
"Is there a difference? Mr. Osborn." Killian smiled.
"Then who is this? A super soldier with a shiny mechanical arm?" Norman clicked his tongue in wonder. "Where did he come from? I can tell the technology on him is not the same as yours."
After firing the grenade, the Winter Soldier didn't use any more weapons, but instead walked toward Norman.
It looked like the two of them intended to capture Norman alive.
"I'm more interested in the technology you have, Mr. Osborn. You lied to us," Killian said.
Unlike the two of them, the Winter Soldier didn't have the habit of chatting before attacking, and his mechanical arm smashed fiercely toward Norman.
Bang!
However, this seemingly powerful punch was easily caught by Norman. Yet, the opponent, acting like a robot, did not hesitate because his attack was easily blocked and continued to swing punches at Norman.
Although Killian still wanted to continue talking, it was obviously not the time.
Although Norman was significantly stronger than these two in terms of base stats, Killian's high temperature and the Winter Soldier's combat techniques caused him quite a bit of trouble. After all, Norman was not a combatant, and he soon fell into a disadvantage in the fight.
In the melee, Norman paid the price of being hit by Killian to kick the two of them away, then looked up at the sky.
"What are you looking at?" Killian couldn't help but ask again.
Norman let out a long breath—he finally didn't have to take a beating anymore.
He pointed to the sky, where 40 airdrop pods were streaking across the sky like meteors!
Boom—
These objects from the sky brought the battle at the scene to a halt, and everyone wondered what would pop out of them.
Pshhh—
The airdrop pods opened.
The Flyers inside the airdrop pods quickly dispersed to every corner of the battlefield, and the firepower mounted on them suppressed the assassins into the corners.
40 veterans who had fought Aliens stepped out of the airdrop pods; now, they were taking over the battlefield.
"Boots on the ground."
"Are you going to put down your weapons obediently, or should we blow you to smithereens?" Frank said, patting the assault rifle in his hand. "These things were originally prepared for Aliens, but I don't mind trying them out on you."
These Extremis soldiers and special forces soldiers looked at each other, and just as they were preparing to continue the fight, another huge airdrop pod slammed onto the ground.
It was clear that this airdrop pod was made more crudely, and the entire square was cracked open by the impact.
Killian looked at that thing and felt that things were taking a turn for the worse.
"We need backup," Killian said into his communication device.
But he suddenly discovered that Dario had already cut off all communications!
"Plan C, bring the bomb here," Dario ordered his subordinates.
This was the worst option, but it was also the final insurance; no matter what tricks Osborn had left, the "bomb" would turn them into ash.
Decades ago, Roxxon almost obtained the manufacturing method for this bomb, but because of the SSR, they ultimately failed.
Dario found this thing in his predecessor's safe, but they never managed to reverse-engineer this technology.
This was the last Trinitrobenzylnitramine Bomb in the World, and Dario wanted it to be Norman's guide to the afterlife.
Bang!
The huge airdrop pod still hadn't opened, and Frank reported helplessly:
"Boss, the 'big item' seems to be stuck."
"I know. No choice, let it figure it out itself." Harry didn't have much of a solution, but it wasn't a big problem.
"Received."
The barrel of the assault rifle in Frank's hand emitted a blue light. This was a Gauss rifle, and the 8mm metal spikes were accelerated out of the barrel under the influence of a magnetic field, emitting a terrifying screech.
This type of ammunition was designed to pierce through various hard shells, and the bulletproof armor on the Agents was easily penetrated as if it were made of paper.
Not far away, Curtis held an energy weapon capable of emitting red lasers. This thing was a creation of the Tinkerer; using Alien crystals, they could make the firearm instantly generate ultra-high-energy lasers, easily melting through the enemies' skulls.
"Sometimes I feel like we are the Aliens," Curtis said from the side.
Frank smiled and said nothing.
The battle was a contest of tactical proficiency in combining people and weapons, and the equipment and weapons Frank and his team had were undoubtedly much better than those of these Extremis soldiers.
In order to blend into the area closest to the podium, they hadn't brought any weapons, so how could they compete with the weapons in Frank's team's hands?
Killian looked at the situation around him, and his expression began to turn ugly. The Winter Soldier also stopped attacking and just circled around, looking like he was waiting for something.
Norman sat on a rock; the battle was nearing its end.
"It's time to end this farce, you two. We are indestructible. You and your metal-armed friend had better surrender early. What kind of technology is that on him? It looks very unfamiliar."
The look in Killian's eyes as he looked at the Winter Soldier was full of suspicion, a detail Norman noticed.
"What other tricks do you have? It seems you are not informed, Mr. Killian." Norman spread his hands. "Osborn would never be like this. Have you considered changing jobs?"
Killian didn't speak; he kept feeling like something was about to arrive.
At the next moment, the Winter Soldier ran away!
In the sky, an F-22 fighter jet was flying toward here, and then it dropped a bomb emitting an orange light.
Bang!
Just then, the huge airdrop pod was finally kicked open by the creature inside—
A monster wearing black armor walked out from inside, grabbed the bomb that was about to explode, and threw it into the sky!
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