Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1146

Chapter 1146: Tony’s Transformation and the “Head Stealer”

Crack!

With a crisp sound, a thin and deep crack appeared in the ground, smoking faintly.

The LCD screen which covered the entire back wall was also split apart, and the screen instantly turned black. An unpleasant smell of burning wafted out.

The audience couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.

But nobody ran. Most people thought that this was a new trick specially designed by Tony.

“Happy, the box!” Tony shouted and waved at Happy even as he ran to the other side.

Fat Happy rolled several times over the ground. Seeing the tycoon’s action, he understood what he wanted. He rolled a few more times until he was behind a wall. He got up and ran to the red suitcase.

The man didn’t care about anyone else. He simply walked unhurriedly toward Tony. “Tony Stark, do you know that your family is full of thieves and robbers?”

Crack!

He lashed out with the whip at Tony, who was slowly retreating.

Tony stepped back and avoided the whip. The wall behind him was cut open again.

Everybody screamed again, and cameras and Titanium phones were held up to record what was going on.

In the face of danger, Tony realized that he wasn’t too nervous.

Compared with Charcoal Head, who looked like a god of combat, the guy in front of him with the whips was just a weak chicken. Luke could easily dodge two hits even without wearing the metal armor.

Compared with Luke and his rope darts, Tony felt that this guy was just a kindergarten kid.

But Tony soon realized that something was wrong.

The newcomer didn’t seem to be in a hurry to kill him. The two whips crackled, but didn’t attack repeatedly. Tony was simply forced to jump around as the man mocked his father.

There was a short whistle, and out of the corner of his eye, Tony saw Happy in the corridor behind him with a red suitcase in his arms. He was delighted. “Fire.”

As soon as he said that, several security guards who had already raised their guns decisively pulled the triggers.

Everything had happened too quickly just now, and they were wary of this attacker who looked like he was wearing metal armor.

If the tycoon didn’t open his mouth, they didn’t dare casually use their weapons, afraid that they might accidentally kill him or injure civilians.

But as long as Tony said so, it wouldn’t be their responsibility; this was a Stark Industries guarantee.

A few bullets were fired at the assailant. The man lashed out with his whips, and more than ten bullets were deflected.

Tony jumped behind the wall and stepped on the red suitcase, which instantly opened.

He bent down and stuck his hands into the gloves, then raised the box to his chest. Red and silver armor immediately expanded from the suitcase to cover his upper body.

Tony spread his arms and legs in the standard pose. Multiple pieces of armor popped out of the main frame of the suit and quickly combined together.

In the end, the silver mask of the helmet flipped down and the eyes glowed white.

The entire process only took five seconds, and Tony became Iron Man once more.

Crack!

The wall in front of him was split open by a bluish-white whip. The assailant looked at him through the crack with a sneer, as if he wasn’t surprised that he was wearing armor.

Tony raised his hand, and the circle in his palm lit up with a cannon blast.

The bluish-white whip lashed out again. Tony ducked slightly, and the tip of the whip curved as it struck his wrist from the side. The palm cannon’s power-up was immediately interrupted.

Tony immediately moved to the side and raised his other hand.

After he was thrashed by Batman just two days ago, he already knew that he couldn’t let the other party grab hold of the rhythm in battle. Attacking from a fixed position wasn’t a good thing.

Bang!

The palm cannon fired, but a whip lashed out almost at the same time. The two collided with a loud explosion, the shock wave rippling outward to kick up a chaotic wind.

The assailant, however, was unscathed. He even grinned maliciously as he continued lashing out with his whips.

The attack from the palm cannon was a burst of energy, which only lasted for a moment, unlike the whip.

The tycoon clearly lacked actual combat experience against superhumans, and was caught off guard as the whip wrapped tightly around him.

Jarvis’s notifications rang out nonstop, and the internal system was extremely unstable.

The assailant’s whip was very unique. Its output was converted into plasma energy; any frail object in its path would naturally be split in two.

Tony’s metal armor, on the other hand, wasn’t that brittle. Even Mark 5, which was the most brittle suit, could withstand the damage from the plasma whip for the time being.

However, the whip also interfered strongly with the Iron Man armor. Mark 5’s power output was very unstable, so Tony couldn’t immediately break free from the plasma whip.

At the same time, the assailant swung the other whip he was holding.

The bullets fired by Stark’s security guards and the police officers were deflected, flying off to who knew where.

Clearly, the whips had a pretty good defense function.

The assailant’s armor wasn’t complete, probably because his most important defense method wasn’t the armor.

Tony tried to stand up, but his heart suddenly tightened. His vision went blurry and it was difficult for him to breathe. He had just gotten up a little, when his knee hit the ground again.

Damn it! His body was actually acting up at a moment like this!

After getting the hole in his chest and using the arc reactor to pull away the shrapnel that was close to his heart, he had been suffering palladium poisoning for months.

After he was kidnapped last time, he made sure to carry a metal suit with him at all times. He didn’t want to be caught off guard and embarrass himself again.

In the end, the armor was fine, but there was a problem with his body.

If I had Charcoal Head’s physique, I could still beat this guy up even if the arc reactor malfunctions! Tony inexplicably thought of the human-shaped monster he had fought previously.

He was unwilling to admit defeat again. No way, this guy is so weak, but I’m actually being suppressed! If that guy hears about this, he’ll mock me next time!

Thinking that, Tony suddenly raised his head, and his eyes lit up, which meant that he was highly focused.

Then, there was a flash of white light, and he couldn’t help but be stunned. Was he hallucinating? Or was his condition getting worse?

Looking at the virtual image in front of his eyes, he saw a dark shadow fall silently and rapidly from the sky.

Tony knew who was coming the moment he saw the gliding cape and that stealthy, soundless style.

The black shadow swooped down from the sky like a bat hunting for food in the dark. It spun nimbly in the air and passed in between the bluish-white whips to kick the assailant in the back.