This Kryptonian is too stable

In an abandoned warehouse outside New York.

There are more than ten people sitting or standing.

Most of these people are carrying all kinds of firearms, wearing wireless headphones in their ears, wearing camouflage combat uniforms, and dressed as mercenaries.

Some guards are at the exit, looking around vigilantly, while others are fiddling with unknown instruments.

The head of the group was a middle-aged white man with a hideous scar on his face, which spread from the corner of his eyes to his jaw.

The middle-aged man looked down at his watch and said in a harsh tone: "There are still twenty-eight minutes, kid, you better pray that your father can pay the ransom on time."

As the facial muscles contracted, the scar on the man's face looked like a centipede, constantly wriggling.

The middle-aged man spoke to a young man in his twenties.

The black hair is scattered, the bridge of the nose is high, and he wears a pair of black-framed glasses. The face is as carved as the facial features, handsome but fortitude, enough to fascinate thousands of young girls.

The tall and sturdy body, under the contrast of the suits designed by top Italian masters, looks more beautiful and upright.

The only fly in the ointment is that the young man was tied with a circle of hemp rope, which bound him firmly to a metal seat.

However, the black eyes did not panic after being kidnapped, but revealed a calmness of'everything under control'.

Cyber ​​carefully scanned the whole body of the kidnapper leader, and slowly said: "The SCAR-H assault rifle, manufactured by the Herstal National Arsenal in Liege, Belgium, uses 7.62x51mm NATO ammunition and 30 rounds of extended magazines. It can be modified. As a sniper rifle, it is the standard equipment of the US special operations forces, and currently only a small amount is circulated on the black market.

Plus that portable electronic signal shielding instrument.

You are not ordinary mercenaries, are you?"

The middle-aged bandit condensed his mind and warned: "Boy, sometimes it's not a good thing to be too smart."

"Did you know? Thousands of years ago, there was a group of people called'Pill Alchemists' in that mysterious ancient country. Their ultimate goal was to make an elixir that could make them immortal. Gunpowder was nothing but alchemy. One of the by-products."

Cyber ​​ignored the warning from the middle-aged man and said to himself.

"Later, after several improvements by mankind, gunpowder became the most powerful weapon in mankind's hands. A small bullet can easily take the same kind of life."

"Boy, what do you mean?"

The middle-aged bandit leader felt wrong the more he listened, and he pointed his muzzle at Saibo's head with a serious expression.

"Ah."

Cyber ​​laughed at himself, but no one came to rescue him for more than nine hours. The police in New York were really a mess, and the kidnappers' patience was almost exhausted.

Since no one came to rescue him, he had to showdown.

However, the follow-up process is more troublesome. At that time, I can only find an excuse, saying that he was saved by a superhero who did a good job without leaving a name, and happened to pass by.

Anyway, he knows a lot of superheroes, so he can just pull out a guy who is not so famous, and help him out, and leave the rest to the police station for headaches.

"I mean, humans have limits, so..."

Having said this, Cyber ​​paused and grinned: "I won't do...huh?"

'Boom...!!'

A golden red figure smashed through the ceiling and fell from the sky.

"Enemy attack! Fire!"

Accompanied by a cry of horror, there was a burst of intensive gunfire in the warehouse

'Ding'ding'ding'...

The bullet that could easily penetrate the human body hit the golden-red figure's body, except for a sound of metal collision, but did not cause any damage.

"It's Iron Man! Disperse and retreat!"

When the smoke cleared, the middle-aged bandit leader looked pale, knowing that they were completely planted this time.

'Want to run after hitting him?He really didn't take Tony Stark in his eyes.'

Hearing the shouts outside, Tony curled his lips. When the last target in his eyes was locked, two miniature turrets suddenly popped out from the shoulders of the gold-red armor, and there was a muffled noise.

The mercenaries who were fleeing took a halt and fell to the ground weakly.

A closer look revealed that there was an extra blood hole in the heads of these mercenaries.

After confirming that all the kidnappers had lost their vital signs, Tony opened his metal mask and walked to the cyberspace sternly, taunting:

"Oh, isn't this the young genius of the Konats? Why are you so disheartened and embarrassed?"

Cyber ​​patted the dust on his body, stood up, and said helplessly: "It sounds like you have never been kidnapped. I heard that when you just escaped from the terrorists in Afghanistan, you were more embarrassed than I am now. That's too much, isn't it, Uncle Tony?"

Thinking back to the way he hadn't taken a shower for a few months, Tony was sorely swallowed, but he still refused to admit defeat.

"Cut, anyway, I escaped on my own at the time. How can I be like someone and need someone else to rescue me."

'Do you think I need someone to help?'

Cyber ​​sneered in the bottom of my heart.

Cyber ​​is not modest either. You said that as a Kryptonian, how could a few mercenaries threaten his safety in such a small area, so that Thanos would be almost the same.

If it weren't for not exposing their abilities to the public, these mercenaries would not even have a chance to kidnap him.

He had already broken the rope just now and was ready to do it.

Unexpectedly, Tony Stark would come over and kick in and kill all the mercenaries.

But this is fine, so that he won't have to find excuses to explain afterwards.

After tidying up his hair, Cyber ​​had no choice but to thank him: "That's really thanks to Uncle Tony for his help."

As if he hadn't heard the yin and yang in Cyberspace, Tony waved his hand and said proudly.

"If you want to thank you or your own father, go, if it weren't for him to beg me, I wouldn't bother to take care of these bad things."

After speaking, without waiting for Cyber ​​to take the call, the mask was closed, and the whole person rose up into the sky and disappeared in the eyes of Cyber.

It didn't take long for the shrill siren to sound around.

………………

Yes, Cyber ​​is a translator.

The cyberspace in the previous life was an ordinary college student, but when he was crossing the road, he suddenly suffered a catastrophe and lost consciousness when his eyes went dark.

After waking up again, Cyber ​​discovered that he had become a baby. After reading many online novels, he suddenly understood that he was crossing.

After months of understanding, Cyber ​​discovered an amazing fact that he actually crossed to the legendary Krypton.

This is the home of the greatest superhero in history, Superman, who is wearing red pants and Clark Kent.

He also became his old rival, the son of General Zod.