The bounty hunter who was wielding the battle axe seemed to be a fame. At least when facing Voldi's law enforcement robot, he did have the momentum to sweep away thousands of troops. He took the lead in wielding the battle axe and opened the way in front. The robot that was rushing up like a tide was harvested by him, leaving behind the wreckage of machines all over the ground.

"Let's follow him?" Wanda asked.

"Follow." Michael fired a gun and flew away two machine policemen who were aiming at them, "He seemed to know about Stark, let's hear what he was going to say."

"Here! Hurry!"

The bounty hunter was quite enthusiastic, as if they had become close comrades-in-arms unknowingly. He used some kind of laser device to melt through a thick iron door more than ten meters high, and rushed into an open hall first. Another team of machine law enforcement officers came up to intercept him, and was cut into two pieces by the energy waves he slashed out with an axe.

"This is the airport in the heart of voldi      tear. Find your car." The bounty hunter waved his axe and shouted, "Let's go!"

He was right. The "Arsenal" Michael and the other three were indeed parked in the corner of the room. They boarded their own spacecraft, and the bounty hunter also boarded a huge skeleton spacecraft - just as if his own big spacecraft had to be the corresponding size.

The bounty hunter's spacecraft opened the way ahead. He directly used heavy artillery to blow up the gate of the hangar, and an accelerated rush into the starry sky. Voldi's warship and fighter planes followed them closely, but after only a distance of less than two hundred miles, he lost his target after a wormhole jump.

The Bounty Hunter's spacecraft opened the wormhole, and the "Arsenal" followed it and chased into the space crack. After passing through the Chaos Tunnel that was beyond the sight, they quickly left Voldi and its galaxy far behind and arrived at the other end of the Milky Way.

Michael manipulated the "Arsenal" to land on the other side's spacecraft, and they had a lot to talk to the bounty hunter.

The big bounty hunters squinted their eyes as they walked off the ship, as if they were looking at some rare species.

"Black Knight?" he asked suddenly.

"You know me?"

"Of course I know. I'll kill the accuser Ronan and break into the base camp of the Scraer Empire alone. Your name has been very loud these days. In fact, there is probably no more cruel guy in this universe than you."

"Is that? But the guys I met before didn't say that." Michael said. "As far as I see, most people are more willing to believe that the earth is a barren and backward little mud ball."

"Oh, you mean that group of pirates. The universe pirates are all idiots. Their news is blocked and they hear half a beat slower than others." The bounty hunter waved his hand, "Don't take it to heart. After all, the universe is so big, and it always takes some time to spread the news. It won't take long before you will become one of the most famous guys in the interstellar world. Maybe those guys who eat too much will compare you with Thanos and others to compare who has bigger fists..."

Michael nodded in a clear way. It seems that such people are not specialties of the earth, and they are the same everywhere in the universe.

"I don't know what you call it."

"Me? You can call me the 'head of death'. As you probably already know, I'm a bounty hunter." The big guy said, touching his axe. "I'm pretty famous in this industry, and I've accomplished quite a few high-level tasks...Oh, of course, I can't compare with you. As a bounty hunter, I still have this self-knowledge, and I never think my neck can be harder than Ronan."

"Well...well, 'head of death'," Wanda spoke, always feeling a little weird to call others with such a name, "Let's just say business. You ask us to follow you and say you have the news that you want... You mean Iron Man, right?"

"Iron Man? Oh, yes, you mean that guy who wears a completely untasty look, has extremely bad color matching, has a terrible horny face and is very self-righteous, right?"

The bounty hunter gestured with his hands and feet while describing.

Wanda almost burst out laughing. Although the description of this big guy was funny and unbearable, from his words, she seemed to feel that a living Stark had already appeared on the paper. As for "the terrible horny face", she felt that the other party might be referring to Stark's mustache...

"Yes, I guess we're referring to the same person." Wanda nodded, "It seems you've seen him? The princess of Voldi    Tear alleges that he stole Voldi core—a vital treasure of their clan. Is this true?"

The bounty hunter thought about it.

"What you want to say...it is indeed true, but it is not true."

Wanda was a little confused by him: "What does this mean?"

"That is to say, the person who stole the core of Voldi is indeed your friend, but it was not out of his own will." The head of death said, "I was in the castle at that time, and I saw with my own eyes what happened. Your friend originally wanted to stop the real thief from taking action, but not only did he fail to do it, but he was controlled by others and became a weapon driven by others."

Michael and Wanda looked at each other.

"You mean his armor was manipulated."

It's not once or twice that Iron Man's armor is controlled, and it's not new. Especially in the comic story, whenever a villain such as Ultron appears, his armor will suffer once.

However, the Genesis War Clothes used by Stark now integrates with him. The War Clothes' operating system directly links his neural network. It can be said that the War Clothes has become a part of his body. If you want to blackout his armor, you must work with his nervous system.

Furthermore, before the Genesis Battle Suit was against Mandarin, Michael upgraded him one level. That upgrade applied some of the future technology left by Conqueror Kang, and the security factor of the firewall was greatly improved. Even a high-level civilization like the Kerry people in the interstellar world cannot be hacked by black.

So who got his armor this time?

"It seems that this is the case. I think he seems to be manipulated. As for the identity of that person..." Death Head said, stretched out his hand and released a three-dimensional projection in his palm.

It was a human-shaped robot with an ordinary shape and didn't look very threatening.

"Who is this?" Michael asked.

"He claimed to be 451, the last trace left by a long-lost race." said the head of death, "a record-type robot created by the 'Romulun people'."
Chapter completed!