Chapter 1226： The last desperate master assassin

As soon as Stark came in, he saw a mess on the sixteenth floor, full of blazing flames, or there was a slash and a big hole on the ground.

In this kind of scene, it seemed that the lights were a bit dim, and Zost was lying on the side, with one broken arm.

He was also dressed in tatters. Even the black heat-resistant soft armor made by Leo himself was torn apart with difficulty in front of that rapier, revealing countless scars in it.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to send a rescue machine?"

Stark flew to Zoster and opened his mask, looked at him and asked.

"I'm fine. I'll recover in a while. The captain has already gone in and chased that guy. Go and help."

Zoster got up from the ground with difficulty, and the wound on his body was still healing slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it was not as fast as at the beginning, it was still hundreds of times faster than ordinary people.

Stark looked at the red lava that was slowly tumbling with his broken arm in his right hand, and it immediately brought him some bad memories.

Of course, Stark did not stay too much, leaned forward, and rushed directly into the room.

Zoster staggered to another room.

"This bastard, I must personally chop off his head."

As soon as Stark entered the laboratory, he saw the two figures fighting together in the middle.

And Rogers was completely suppressed by the black-robed men. If it wasn't for the shields in his hand to play extremely smoothly, I am afraid it would not be as simple as such a few scars on his body.

Stark naturally did not hesitate, stretched his hands forward, and quickly shot out two blue palm cannons.

The palm cannon is so fast that the black-robed man can't react.

But just so two palm shells hit the black-robed man, but there were only two muffled noises, but the huge impact made the black-robed man take a few steps.

At this time Rogers was a little embarrassed and rolled from the ground.

There are also several wounds on his body, bleeding, although it does not affect the battle, it just looks very miserable.

Stark didn't stop the battle, but seeing all the experimental materials, equipment, materials, etc. around him, of course he didn't immediately use powerful weapons.

The shoulder armor of Mark 43 was also opened, and more than a dozen automatic guided munitions rushed towards the black-robed man.

But what people didn't expect was that the guy lifted the short dagger in his hand and knocked a few times with his inner armor. In the end, only one shot hit the black robe man's calf.

However, what Stark was aiming at at the beginning was not the deadly position on the black-robed man.

The original intention was to make the enemy lose combat effectiveness, but now it seems that the idea of ​​solving the enemy with one blow has failed.

Stark stood beside Rogers and pulled him up.

"Are you okay, Captain?"

"It's not very good. This guy fights like he is desperate. Don't look at him now in a good state and can't last a few minutes."

Rogers, who obviously looked tired and lay down, jumped up from the ground again.

"But the black inner armor on him is really weird, as if it would let go."

Roger said after taking a few breaths.

At this time, the black-robed man was in a really bad state, and his body was a little overdrawn under the intense battle in such a short few minutes.

What's more, he also experienced Zoest's intense flame burning, making his already poor physical condition almost on the verge of collapse.

This is also the reason why the master assassins of Shouhehui rarely shoot. With their current physical state, they can't complete a few tasks at all.

Even if he can persist now, it is only through the extremely exciting special medicine injected into the body that he can continue to persist.

Now it seems that the black robe is somewhat inaccurate. After all, the black robe on his body was burning in the flames just now, and numerous gaps were burned out, becoming a piece of rags hanging on his body.

The hat and mask on his head were also burned torn, and some of them couldn't even cover his face.

In the laboratory, because of extensive damage, there was also a sirens and even the lights turned red.

At this time, the black robe man no longer hides.

He tore off the remaining black robe and mask on his body, revealing an extremely weird face.

It was as if he had undergone a poor quality cosmetic surgery after being disfigured by the fire. The whole face looked fake like a toy, and his face pale as a plastic model.

At this time, he also cracked the corners of his mouth, and a hoarse, centenarian-like broken gong voice came out.

"It seems that what the lady said is right. This is really my last mission, and I didn't bring this thing in vain!"

"As for your question just now, I can also answer you. The inner armor on my body and the shield in your hand are made of the same material."

With the loss of his black robe, he can also see the limbs outside the inner armor.

The blue veins on the limbs were exposed, but there were strange black cracks.

And then something incredible happened.

Right in front of Rogers and Stark, they just watched the other's limbs as if they were accelerated to dry, shrinking and wrinkling quickly.

At this time, he did not hesitate anymore. On his already somewhat dry right hand, he did not know when there was an extra tube of white reagent, about the size of a bottle of mineral water.

The small black inner armor on his body also began to change, spreading downward a few points, covering the entire upper body.

He even opened a gap in his ribs, and directly stuffed the snow-white potion in his hand.

And in the next second, his originally shriveled body filled up again, and even his pale face was rosy.

"I have five minutes left. I hope you can solve me within this time."

"Right! Remember, my name is Delissa!"

A strange smile appeared on the other's terrifying face. UU reading

His calf, which had been dripping with blood because of a mini-missile, began to heal slowly.

Stark didn't hesitate anymore, raised his arms, and released two palm cannons quickly.

Rogers also charged forward with a shield, even in the face of an enemy with such a strong sense of crisis, he did not shrink at all.

Two palm cannons attacked first.

But there was only one opponent, and he dodges all of them by turning slightly sideways.

Such a distance, but passing by, the timing is so good that even Jarvis can't fully predict it.

Facing Rogers who was deceiving him, Delissa moved and slapped out a palm.

Even if Roger finally made a defensive posture, I was knocked back several steps with a palm, leaning heavily against the wall.

And Delissa also took two steps back lightly, and then quickly ran towards Stark.