Transformer in MCU

Everyone was eager to get their hands on this new mutant, especially those who had witnessed the boundless power of Professor X and Magneto. They thought about it day and night, longing to possess a fourth-level mutant.

When it comes to dealing with a Level 4 mutant and ensuring one's safety, the best strategy is to have a Level 4 mutant of your own. This way, you can fight on equal terms, and at the very least, you can ensure your own escape.

The individuals who had been lurking in the shadows for some time now emerged slowly, surrounding Downey from a distance, though they were cautious and didn't dare get too close.

Downey's hand trembled slightly as a phone slipped from his sleeve.

"Trying to call for help?" the leader asked with a smirk, the tension in the air easing slightly. He flashed a confident smile and continued, "There's no need for that. If you cooperate, I assure you, none of my people will hurt you. In fact, we'll offer you great benefits. I know you, Downey—you come from nothing, haven't had much of anything. I can give you everything you want, as long as you work for my boss."

The leader was no stranger to this kind of operation. His success rate was well over 90%, and his prey rarely escaped. With confidence, he aimed to intimidate Downey into submission.

So what if he was an advanced mutant? If he was too timid to fight back, he was as good as a coward—a waste, no match for someone like the leader.

"I'll cooperate with your boss," Downey sneered.

The leader froze, watching as Downey clenched his fist. The phone in his hand cracked and, in a mind-boggling twist, transformed into a metallic pistol.

Bang! The leader was shot square in the chest, blood trickling from the wound as he collapsed in shock.

In an instant, the lead assassin had been taken down, leaving many of his men stunned, unable to process what had just happened.

How could this be? Wasn't this mutant's ability only the transformation of vehicles? What on earth was that phone-to-gun transformation?!

Downey fired again, targeting the densest part of the crowd. Despite his lack of refined shooting skills, a few of them fell.

This was his first time engaging in direct combat with enemies, yet his mind was surprisingly calm. After all, not everyone had faced off against something as monstrous as the Abomination. Compared to that, these men hardly measured up to real life-and-death stakes.

Gunfire erupted in response. The men were ruthless, and having already made their move, they were now hell-bent on finishing the job.

Downey dove behind a car for cover.

"Mr. Downey, there's no need for us to do this. We can talk it out and maybe become allies," someone called out to him.

"How do you suggest we become allies?" Downey responded, quietly estimating his remaining ammo before placing the gun on the ground.

The firearm, in an astounding display, began to shift again, this time transforming into a small, pocket-sized Transformer. It was as though Downey had the creative power of a god. If this scene ever got out, the world would go mad.

The only downside to his power, as Downey had recently discovered, was that each transformation used up material. The Transformer had shrunk after the bullets were fired, and Downey would need to gather a lot more metal to keep up the transformations, which required time and resources he didn't currently have.

Still, if he couldn't survive this situation, those concerns wouldn't matter anyway.

"You and I can stand down right now and have a proper conversation," the man said, stepping forward. Downey, expressionless, emerged from behind the car as well.

The man was thrilled, assuming Downey was just another novice fool who believed in negotiating in the middle of a battle. Little did he know, this wasn't a Hollywood movie where enemies suddenly turned into friends. He was ready to take Downey down the moment he let his guard down.

What he didn't notice, however, was the small Transformer creeping silently toward him, moving around unnoticed.

"You refuse to surrender? Then you die!" the man laughed, confident in his impending victory.

But a small Transformer was faster than him.

The miniature robot suddenly leaped from the shadows, slicing through the man's ankle with a small chainsaw. The man screamed, doubling over as he instinctively reached for the wound. His cries were so agonizing that they sent shivers down the spines of those around him.

"What the hell is this thing?!" someone shouted.

More gunfire erupted as the men tried to take down the tiny intruder. But the Transformer darted back toward Downey, dodging the bullets with agility.

Even as the chaos intensified, the small Transformer was undeterred, cutting down enemy after enemy, leaving several men writhing in agony on the ground. Many would never walk again.

For the first time, fear crept into the hearts of these battle-hardened mercenaries. They had seen and survived many things, but they had never encountered anything quite like this—a self-moving, shape-shifting object that acted like a sentient being.

It felt like a demonic creation, and they had no idea how to fight it.

"Did you really think I was easy prey?" Downey sneered, taking in the sight of his foes falling one by one.

This small Transformer was one of the newest products of Downey's power, his reliance after his injuries. Though his brain had been damaged and his abilities reduced, the core of his power remained intact, and his control over it had only grown more refined since his awakening.

A voice rang out from among the mercenaries: "Use the rocket launchers! Don't worry about friendly fire—kill that monster now!"

Just as the order was given, a motorcycle's engine roared to life, its headlights flaring on. The vehicle sprang forward like a wild beast, jumping through the air to strike down the man holding the rocket launcher.

The remaining assailants were thrown into panic. What they saw next defied belief: the motorcycle transformed into a humanoid robot, as tall as a person. And to their horror, it appeared to be smiling.

It laughed.

They had never seen anything like this in their lives.

Downey, clutching his head in pain, commanded the motorcycle Transformer. Under their horrified stares, it casually picked up the fallen rocket launcher, ready to fire.

This motorcycle was the second Transformer Downey had prepared, and it was ready to finish the job.

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Sayo nara Mina~~