Bab 493: IMUC Chapter 489 London Battlefield
New York, Stark Industries Headquarters, Chairman's Office.
Tony Stark, dressed in casual clothes, lay comfortably on the couch. Though he appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, he covertly glanced in the direction of the office chair where Pepper Potts, dressed in a white suit, sat.
Without looking up from her work at the desk, efficiently signing documents, Potts casually remarked, "Tony, stop looking at me with those lecherous eyes. It's work hours, and this is the office."
"Ahem. Thinking about it like that… it does feel more exciting."
Tony thought to himself before he cleared his throat in surprise. "How did you know I was looking at you?"
"So you admit you were staring at me like that?"
Potts looked up, rolled her eyes at him, and asked, "Why haven't you taken Peter out to play lately?"
"He's about to start high school, and I haven't had much free time lately," Tony snorted, his eyes darting around, his thoughts drifting.
Potts didn't deny it. Ever since Tony's fight with the Godfather a few days ago, he had been tinkering in his private workshop.
Beep Beep Beep...
At that moment, Tony's phone rang and J.A.R.V.I.S. announced, "Sir, it's a call from Spider-Man, Peter."
"What does this kid want now?"
Despite his words, Tony had J.A.R.V.I.S. connect the call.
As soon as the call was connected, Peter's concerned voice came through, "Mr. Stark, have you seen the news?"
"TV? What TV?" Tony was confused.
Peter continued, "Turn on the TV, any news channel!"
"You kid..."
Tony frowned slightly but instructed J.A.R.V.I.S., "J.A.R.V.I.S., turn on the TV in the office and switch to any news channel."
"Yes, sir."
As J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke, the embedded LCD screen on the office wall turned on.
At the New York news station, a female anchor sat at the desk with a serious expression on her face, speaking in fluent English: "Our station has just received some urgent news. Five minutes ago, in London's Exhibition Square, the locals were involved in a catastrophic battle. It seems that the Symbol of Peace and superheroes like Thor were spotted."
"Godfather and Thor?" Tony blinked slightly. No longer reclining on the couch, he sat up straight and took a few steps closer to the screen.
"Now, let's go to our local reporter for a live feed."
The host finished and switched the video feed to the local reporter.
The scene shifted to a male reporter standing in the square, holding a microphone in fear, the street behind him billowing with smoke and flames, and people screaming and fleeing.
The panicked reporter said, "Viewers, I am the reporter here in London. I am standing next to the central square in London. You can clearly see that five minutes ago the streets of London were peaceful and busy, but now it's a scene of devastation.
"From what I've observed, the Symbol of Peace and Thor are engaged in fierce battles with an alien enemy. However, their movements are erratic. They were fighting here half a minute ago, but now they've suddenly disappeared..."
Before the reporter could finish, a small silver hammer whizzed past him from behind.
Immediately, The Cursed Warrior and Thor appeared about ten meters away, crashing and rolling on the asphalt road, leaving a crater. Their melee was so fierce that it easily sent parked cars flying.
The camera froze on the reporter's terrified face as he dodged a car hurtling toward him, and the screen went static before quickly fading back to the female host.
Clutching her chest, the anchor said with lingering fear, "We lost the signal with the London reporter, but we hope they are safe. Hopefully, London, like New York six months ago, will come through this crisis unscathed..."
"Enough."
Tony gestured with his left hand to J.A.R.V.I.S., who understood and turned off the television.
"Tony, are the Godfather and the others in trouble again?" Potts asked while looking at Tony with some concern.
"It's hard to say for sure yet. But if even the Godfather had to take action and couldn't resolve it quickly, it means this enemy is quite troublesome."
As Tony spoke, he looked down and realized he hadn't ended the call.
Peter's voice came through the phone, "Mr. Stark, do you need me to come and help?"
"Just stay in New York. School's about to start, so don't go anywhere! Otherwise, I'll tell your Aunt May!"
Tony ended the call and, after thinking for a moment, said to Potts in a serious tone, "Sorry, looks like I won't be able to join you for dinner tonight."
Potts didn't try to stop him; she nodded and said, "Be careful and stay safe."
"Of course."
Tony agreed and walked to the open floor-to-ceiling window of the office, giving instructions to J.A.R.V.I.S. as he went. "J.A.R.V.I.S., send over a new set of armor, urgent!"
"Yes, sir."
"So many troubles these days!"
Tony reached the window where a dozen Iron Man components flew towards him and seamlessly attached themselves to his body.
A few seconds later, the engines in his palms and feet hummed to life, and a gold and red-painted Iron Man streaked through the sky at supersonic speed toward London.
"Tony..."
Potts stood by the window with her hands clasped at her chest, watching the Iron Man disappear into the distance.
...
Meanwhile, in London.
A ripple swept gently across the central square.
Kyle engulfed in intense binary energy, emerged from the void and landed on the grass, his right hand still in a punching position. But Malekith, his intended target, had been randomly transported elsewhere.
"Again... Can't we just finish this fight?"
Kyle felt a little helpless. as he looked at this scene The ground in London was fine, but the air above ten meters was unstable, and the spatial barriers blurred. Any life form that passed through was randomly teleported to a location in the Nine Realms.
In the last five minutes of fighting, Kyle and Malekith had changed locations at least ten times, about once every thirty seconds.
"Coming?"
Kyle suddenly felt a stirring and looked ahead. A ripple appeared in the air, causing him to clench his right fist in anticipation.
Sure enough, a towering figure emerged from the ripple.
"Hmm?" Kyle paused, noting that Malekith wasn't this tall. This massive figure, could it be...?
The next moment, The Cursed Warrior, clad in bone armor, leaped from the air with a low growl and raised his arms to launch a stomping and hammering attack. But when The Cursed Warrior caught sight of the glowing figure below, his movements froze.
Something's not right!
"No, you chose the wrong way - a dead end."
Kyle smiled brightly and delivered a swift right punch that shattered The Cursed Warrior's bone armor, sending out light and shockwaves and scattering blood and bone fragments everywhere!
(End of Chapter)
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