Exposing the Chest, and Good If She’s Miserable

Luke smiled. It seemed that a 200mm electromagnetic cannon was quite effective on solid metal.

As the saying went, the caliber of a bullet was justice.

The bigger the shell, the more justice it could mete out.

That extremely hard metal cone wasn't too difficult to deal with when the special armor-piercing and explosive bullets were used.

Tony couldn't help but click his tongue. "Black Bear is here too? Why isn't he on the team channel?"

Luke said, "You're overthinking it. That's a remote-controlled robot."

Tony was lost for words.

He could make something like this too, but firstly, he didn't have many teammates who were in urgent need of one, and secondly, they might be intercepted by someone else.

So, he only used remote control tech on his armor.

Looking at what Luke had come up with, Tony was a little tempted. It wouldn't waste time to send a robot to check things out in an unclear situation.