boyutpedia Chapter 407 One Shot, One Soul
Chapter 407 One Shot, One Soul
Meanwhile, Sitwell, who was temporarily safe hiding behind the police car, did not dare to relax for a moment.
He used his teeth to open the hidden clasp in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and took out a magazine containing only two bullets.
The bullet's shape is completely different from that of a regular 9mm pistol bullet; the bullet tip is a sharp, armor-piercing cone, and the cartridge case has a dark red identification ring.
This is a special armor-piercing high-explosive round developed by S.H.I.E.L.D., with a single round costing over $500. It uses a depleted uranium armor-piercing core and a small amount of CL-20 high explosive, and is designed to detonate internally after penetrating armor, specifically for dealing with heavily armored targets or fortified fortifications.
Of course, price isn't the issue; the problem lies in the extremely complicated manufacturing process of these bullets, which has prevented mass production to this day. Even a high-ranking agent like Sitwell only has two bullets at his disposal.
Therefore, he always regarded it as a talisman and kept it close to his body.
Finally, by sheer coincidence, it came in handy today! It's as if heaven is smiling upon him!
While Sitwell was changing the magazine, the Iron Monger had also completed its route planning and begun a new operation.
The leg thrusters suddenly ignited, and dark blue plasma jets erupted from the main thrusters on its feet and back. The massive, three-meter-tall body rose into the air right in front of everyone, hovering two meters above the ground. It attempted to bypass the police car line from the air and attack Sitwell directly!
It's now!
Sitwell had been waiting for this moment!
Because of its large size and cumbersome movements, the Iron Monger, during the initial takeoff phase, will accumulate speed like a rocket launching into the sky, making it unable to change direction quickly.
in other words……
At that moment, the Iron Monger, which had taken off, was nothing short of a sitting duck!
Having anticipated this possibility and been waiting for it, Sitwell launched a counterattack almost the instant the Iron Monger took off!
"I am an agent of the World Security Council! I am carrying out a covert operation! Please cooperate with me!"
With a righteous shout, Sitwell grabbed the still-stunned young officer, giving him no chance to react. He then forced the officer to move two steps to the side, placing him between Sitwell and the Iron Monger, forming a continuous human shield.
At the same time, Sitwell knelt on one knee, gripped his gun in his right hand, and raised the Glock 19 loaded with special ammunition.
Of course, he wasn't going to shoot at the main body of the armor.
That's so thick that even a special armor-piercing projectile might not be able to penetrate it.
Therefore, Sitwell aimed at the thruster nozzle on the bottom of Iron Monger's right foot, which was emitting a full stream of plasma.
There was no heavy armor protection there—the nozzles had to be exposed to ensure propulsion efficiency.
Moreover, when operating at full capacity, the precision components inside the nozzle are under high temperature and high pressure, making them extremely fragile.
Sitwell took a deep breath and quickly calculated in his mind: the target was about thirty-five meters away, within the effective range of his pistol; the target was hovering, relatively stable; the wind speed and direction were...
After a quick calculation, Sitwell decisively pulled the trigger.
boom--! ! !
Gunshots echoed through the streets.
The specially designed armor-piercing high-explosive shell was fired at a speed of 400 meters per second, tracing an almost straight trajectory in the air.
The Iron Monger detected the attack. It attempted to adjust its posture in mid-air, using its leg armor to block.
But it was too late.
As a meticulously trained agent, Sitwell's timing for firing was precise down to the millisecond—precisely at the moment when the thrusters were at full power and the flight attitude could not be adjusted quickly enough!
The bullet accurately entered the thruster nozzle.
What happened next was not the usual sparks from a bullet hitting metal...
The moment the armor-piercing warhead enters the plasma flow field, the depleted uranium core material begins to melt and vaporize, forming a high-temperature metal jet.
These jets penetrated the magnetic confinement layer inside the nozzle and struck the operating plasma generator.
Then, a small amount of CL-20 explosive inside the warhead was detonated.
It wasn't a large-scale explosion—after all, these were special bullets designed for pistols, capable of carrying too little explosive—but rather a precise, targeted destruction: the shockwave from the explosion was amplified several times within the confined space inside the thruster, disrupting the sophisticated magnetic confinement array.
Suddenly, the Iron Monger's right foot thruster spewed out a chaotic, strangely colored ionized flame—blue-white mixed with eerie purple and green sparks—followed by a series of ear-piercing screechs, like metal being torn apart or an electrical short circuit.
The armor's balance system instantly went out of control.
The Iron Monger swayed violently in the air and had to shut down its right leg thruster in an emergency, while increasing the output of its left leg thruster to maintain balance.
When it landed back on the ground, its right foot made an abnormal metallic clanging sound as it touched the ground.
Sitwell quickly assessed the results: the right foot thruster nozzle was twisted and deformed, with faint sparks flickering inside. Most importantly, the previously stable plasma flow had completely disappeared, replaced by intermittent, weak blue pulses—the propulsion system was severely damaged and may have lost its ability to fly.
It worked!
But Sitwell did not celebrate. He knew the Iron Monger would soon regain its balance, and his position had been exposed.
Now, he only has one special seed bullet left, which he must keep as a backup.