bioinnovel Chapter 405 The Hunt for Sitwell
Chapter 405 The Hunt for Sitwell
So much so that, in his shock and disbelief, Sitwell, an elite agent, reacted almost instantly the moment the Iron Monger appeared...
This must be a new type of weapon that Tony Stark secretly developed and that can be controlled by artificial intelligence!
It was Stark Industries' newly developed defense system AI that was activated by their foolish intrusion!
He knows it!
A playboy like Tony Stark, who is a habitual liar, can't be trusted with a single word he says!
They talked a good game about closing the weapons department at the press conference...
Then explain yourself, what exactly is this thing?
It's obvious that you were traumatized after being kidnapped in Afghanistan, so you hid all the best stuff and secretly used it all by yourself, right?
What "spreading peace," what "clean energy"...
It's all a smokescreen!
You're secretly developing these killing machines! Just waiting for the storm to pass so you can secretly register a shell company and continue profiting from the war!
Sitwell ran frantically through the sewers, cursing wildly in his mind. His left arm, already raw from rubbing against the hard walls several times due to the dim light, was torn open again by the exertion. Blood soaked through the makeshift bandages, emitting a pungent, metallic smell.
But he dared not stop.
The metallic footsteps overhead followed like a shadow.
Iron Monger did not pursue at full speed.
The narrow sewer environment is indeed not very convenient for its three-meter-tall body.
But it did not give up.
It's like a precise harvester, steadily and relentlessly shortening the distance.
Three hundred meters. Two hundred and fifty meters. Two hundred meters.
Sitwell rushed to a fork in the road, his eyes quickly scanning the markings on the wall.
That was Hydra's pre-set identification system.
To the left is to continue deeper into the underground pipe network, which leads to a more secluded safe house.
To the right, there is an emergency exit leading to the ground.
His brain made an assessment in 0.3 seconds:
To the left: safer, but trapped underground. Especially now that it's confirmed that the metal monster can pinpoint its location, even if it manages to hide in the safe house, it will only be a self-inflicted wound.
To the right: You completely lose the cover of the sewer's unique terrain, but there are countless attackers on the ground, and the environment is complex, making it easier to deal with this metal monster.
more importantly……
Sitwell's gaze fell on the wall at the end of the right passage, where the faint light of dusk shone through.
Outside are streets, crowds of people...
He can use any free meat shield he wants!
Thinking of this, a morbid, twisted smile slowly appeared on his lips.
Clearly, he didn't care at all that leading this metal monster to Times Square would result in serious consequences, with a large number of innocent people suffering the consequences!
After all, in his eyes, he was a member of Hydra!
He was one of Alexander Pierce's most trusted agents!
Everything we do is for a better tomorrow!
For that pure, orderly world, led by the best of humanity!
It is an honor for these mediocre people to sacrifice themselves for the great future that Hydra is plotting!
They are fuel, cost, and necessary consumables.
Like nameless pawns on a chessboard, some must be captured on the road to victory.
Unfortunately, before Sitwell's morbid smile could last more than three seconds—
Boom!!!
The passage behind him suddenly collapsed!
As if its patience had run out, the Iron Monger stopped following the path and instead used its energy cannon to blast a way through!
Dust and gravel poured down like a waterfall as a massive metal body emerged from the hole, its dark gold armor reflecting a deathly light under the beam of a tactical flashlight.
Its visual sensor array locked firmly onto Sitwell. The energy cannon began charging again, its hum resonating terrifyingly in the enclosed space of the sewers.