The Major Commander shook his head, saying angrily, "I want answers! Can you damn well let me see the target! Go find Colonel Rhodes from the Weapons Research Department."
A moment later, he looked at Rhodes, who had walked over, and said, "We conducted identity verification and searched all databases, but found nothing."
"Is there high-altitude surveillance in that area?"
"Sir, that area has airborne early warning reconnaissance and Global Hawk eye detectors."
Rhodes looked at the red dot on the large screen and said, "So he appeared out of thin air? Why didn't the radar show anything? Stealth technology?"
"No, sir, because he's too small. The radar cross-section is very small. We suspect it's a drone."
The Major Commander turned and asked, "Colonel, what exactly is that thing?"
Rhodes thought for a moment and said, "I'll make a call first."
Tony and Watson were chatting happily when suddenly a phone rang.
Tony said to Watson, "Guess who's calling?"
"If I guess correctly, will you give me an Audi R8?"
Tony chuckled and said, "Alright, what if you guess wrong?"
"Then I'll give you one of these pieces of equipment I'm wearing! I bet it's Rhodes!"
"—Fuck, how did you know!" With that, Tony answered the phone.
"Hey Tony, it's Rhodes!"
"Who are you? I can't quite hear you."
Watson cracked a smile when he heard that. Tony was still a bit annoyed from when Rhodes had rejected him, hahaha.
"I said it's Rhodes! What are you doing? Why is there so much noise?"
"Sorry, I'm driving a convertible with the top down~" At this moment, Watson also opened his communication, and his voice echoed in Tony's helmet: "Hey Rhodes~ I'm with him, I can confirm we're driving with the top down~"
"Watson? You're there too? Alright, I believe you, but Tony, I need your help."
Tony twitched his mouth and teased, "This is truly interesting."
Rhodes also heard Tony's dissatisfaction and said, "Speaking of interesting, we found that right where Watson rescued you last time, a weapons depot exploded—"
"That place was already chaotic, and I heard other forces were involved. Didn't that save you guys some trouble?"
Rhodes heard something wasn't right and asked suspiciously, "Why do you sound like you can't catch your breath?"
"I'm carrying Watson and running, because Watson is too heavy!"
"What?! Aren't you driving!"
Watson rolled his eyes and said, "Idiot, you spilled the beans!"
"Alright, I don't care if you two are gay, Tony, you don't have any high-tech weapons hidden from me in that place, do you?"
"No~"
Communicator: "Sir, Godwhip One has found the target!"
"OK, we're currently tracking an unidentified flying object, and we're about to blow it back to where it came from!"
Tony hung up the phone and said, "Great detective, we're in trouble. Do you have any good ideas this time? If they attack me, I won't be able to hold you."
Whoosh, whoosh~
Two F-22 fighter jets appeared behind them.
Tony quickly maneuvered left and right, but he was clearly not as agile as when he was alone.
Watson said helplessly, "Should I release a big guy to take them out?"
"Doesn't your big guy not fly! And I don't want to hurt them, they're Rhodes' people after all. Are there any other good ideas?"
"Command, this is Godwhip One, I'm behind him!"
"Godwhip One, what is that thing? Have you established radio contact?"
"Sir, I don't know, there's no response from the radio."
"Then you can attack."
Watson turned to look at the fighter jet behind them and said, "Tony! Quick stop, they're going to attack! Throw me down after you stop."
"Are you sure? Alright then. Jarvis, deploy the flaps."
"Godwhip One received, target locked—launch, wait. I've lost the target! He moved from the side to the back!"
At this moment, Watson, thrown by Tony, was in freefall.
Now there were two hundred-meter-class Elder Dragons, and his own freely accessible automatic warehouse. He felt it was time to ride the wave.
"Command, Godwhip Two has detected an unknown object falling rapidly, it's no longer visible. Preliminary assessment is that it's a jettisoned part of the target."
"The ground team will find the jettisoned part, you two deal with the target first."
System: Shield aura, summon Bazelgeuse!
Hmm—you'll be called Little Bazel from now on~
ROOOOAR!
A earth-shattering roar announced that this sky had welcomed its first ruler!
Whoosh! Bang!
Suddenly, a pair of sky-darkening wings emerged from the clouds, and their powerful unfurling fanned out a massive gust of wind!
The hundred-meter-long colossal body was filled with explosive muscle lines, and beneath the oval-shaped, ferocious dragon head, a pair of vertical pupils emitted a wild glow.
And beneath the massive dragon head were missile-like—blackheads?
That's right, this was the world police, the Bazelgeuse, who hadn't washed his face in years, covered in blackheads!
The bomber among flying wyverns, the B-52 among bombers, the elder brother of demolition, if you don't agree, he'll blast you with blackheads!
"Great detective, are you done yet!!! Save me!!!"
"Hold on, buddy, I'm coming."
Watson didn't immediately go to Tony. Instead, he first lowered his head, let Little Bazel open its mouth, then jumped in and lay on the edge of its mouth.
With a pop, he pulled down a large blackhead—speaking of which, ever since he learned about the Bazelgeuse, he had been diligently washing his face every day, terrified of blackheads exploding on the spot.
Looking at the blackhead, almost half a person tall, Watson observed it carefully. Could this thing be used as a super-sized grenade? But how would it explode?
Roar~
"Oh~ a kick makes it explode, good stuff~ Let's go up!" Watson's eyes lit up when he heard Little Bazel's words. He then climbed back to its head, sat on the dragon saddle, holding a large blackhead. Now that it was pulled off, it seemed to be smoking a bit? It wouldn't explode in my hand, would it—Tony, looking at the fighter jet clinging tightly behind him, shouted, "Great detective, you—"
"Sir, incoming missile."
"Deploy flares."
"Sir, flares are depleted. Initiating evasion mode."
Tony looked at the rapidly approaching missile, made a sharp turn with a small arc, and narrowly grazed past the missile. The missile then circled back, pursuing him again.
"Tony, fly up, quick!"
Tony finally heard Watson's reply and quickly flew upwards: "Buddy, you absolutely have to stop the Christmas present behind me."
"Don't worry~ I'm currently possessed by the Golden Right Foot!" Watson looked at the clouds below, and an Iron Man suddenly burst out.
Now's the time! He grabbed the blackhead and unleashed a powerful shot!
The giant blackhead shot out like a cannonball. The blackhead quickly began to smoke and glow a dangerous red.
Bang~
The rapidly fired blackhead collided precisely with the missile behind Tony, triggering a massive explosion!