Yashida Ichiro returned to his office with his son and granddaughter. Without delay, he approached a bookshelf, activated a hidden mechanism, and revealed a silver samurai mech towering over two meters high.
"Shingen!! The Silver Samurai!"
Shingen understood his father's intent and immediately ran over to open the mech, stepping into it.
His sister, Mariko, watched from the side, her expression strange and conflicted.
The Yashida family had always upheld a tradition of valuing men over women, and as a result, her grandfather had never truly respected her.
If it weren't for her brother being utterly incompetent, a complete wastrel, there would have been no chance for her to step into a position of power within the company.
Even so, many things within the company had always been kept from her. For instance, this Silver Samurai mech—she had no idea it even existed.
The sound of an engine roared to life as the Silver Samurai activated, drawing two massive katanas from its back.
Using the best technology to fight with primitive weapons—it perfectly described the situation now.
Ichiro had poured the vast resources of Yashida Corporation into crafting the Silver Samurai mech, yet he had not equipped it with guns or missiles, opting instead for katanas and engaging in close combat.
"Father, I'm ready…"
Just as Shingen finished speaking, the office door exploded open with a loud "boom!"
"Yashida Shingen, raise your hands!"
Tony Stark was the first to step into the office, but his attention was quickly drawn to the Silver Samurai.
"Oh, the enemy has a mech too?"
"Looks like your mech isn't that special anymore," Natasha quipped as she walked in with a small pistol, a teasing smile on her face.
Clint Barton and Jean followed close behind, but they remained silent, their eyes warily fixed on the Silver Samurai.
"Mr. Stark, leave now, and we won't make things difficult for you!"
Tony, who had been playing superhero in Japan for three days now, was already well-known.
"Leave? Not unless you hand over the antidote to the zombie virus and come with me to face the council for trial. Otherwise, we're not going anywhere!"
"We don't have any antidote for the zombie virus!"
Shingen felt aggrieved. He had no idea about any zombie virus, yet everyone—from the top officials of Japan to the man standing before him—insisted it was Yashida Corporation's doing.
But they hadn't done anything!
"You can't be telling me you don't have an antidote?"
"I said, we don't have an antidote!"
"Damn it, you developed a zombie virus but didn't work on a cure?"
"I…"
Shingen wanted to scream in frustration. They hadn't even researched the zombie virus, so why wouldn't anyone believe them?
At this moment, Jean spoke up from the side, "Stark, stop wasting time with these criminals. Let's finish this before Yashida Corporation's reinforcements arrive."
"Yeah."
Before Shingen could respond, Tony launched a repulsor blast from his palm.
"Bang!"
The blast, strong enough to pierce a ten-centimeter steel plate, didn't leave a single scorch mark on the Silver Samurai.
The Silver Samurai's exterior was crafted from adamantium, a result of Ichiro's vast expenditures. Though it was only a surface layer, it was more than enough to withstand Tony's attack.
"There's something strange about this thing. Let's all attack together."
As Tony spoke, Clint released an arrow aimed at one of the Silver Samurai's weak points at its joints.
But even the joint areas deflected the arrow with a sharp "ping," sending it clattering to the ground.
"This guy's defense is off the charts!"
Seeing this, Natasha quietly holstered her pistols and turned her attention to Ichiro and Mariko.
Jean, meanwhile, was still far from awakening her Phoenix Force. With her current abilities, she was only marginally stronger than a regular person, capable of moving objects no heavier than a hundred kilograms. She couldn't control people from a distance like Charles could.
It was clear the main force in this battle would have to be Tony.
Realizing negotiations had failed, Shingen moved the Silver Samurai forward to attack.
Wielding the two massive katanas, each over a meter long, Shingen swung them with practiced precision and force.
Tony responded by firing continuous repulsor blasts while dodging the attacks.
Fortunately, Shingen was just an ordinary person, and the Silver Samurai's speed and reflexes were far from peak performance. For the moment, he couldn't land a hit on Tony.
As a trained operative, Natasha seized the opportunity while Shingen was distracted by Tony, running straight for Yashida Ichiro.
It was common knowledge that Japan placed great value on family and loyalty. If they captured Ichiro, Shingen would surely surrender.
Ichiro, seeing Natasha approaching, immediately began backing away in his wheelchair.
"Stay away from me!"
But how could a 90-year-old man in a wheelchair possibly escape a highly trained Black Widow? In no time, Natasha had him restrained, pressing a gun to his head.
"Yashida Shingen, stop right now! Or I'll kill your father!"
Shingen glanced at Natasha and his captured father but said nothing, continuing his assault on Tony. He believed that if he moved just a little faster, he could kill the annoying man in front of him.
When her threat failed, Natasha jabbed the barrel of her gun into Ichiro's temple.
"Tell your son to stop, or I'll shoot!"
"Wait, wait, I'll tell him to stop!"
Fearing death, Ichiro quickly gave in. After all, everything he had done was to extend his life—how could he not value it now?
"Shingen! Shingen, stop!"
But no matter how much he shouted, Shingen ignored him and continued his attacks on Tony.
Meanwhile, Tony was having a tough time dodging the onslaught.
Despite the Silver Samurai's slow speed, its defenses were impenetrable. None of his attacks were breaking through, and the limited space in the office left him with few options for evasion.
Seeing that Shingen didn't even care about his father's life, Natasha was growing frustrated.
"Aren't Japanese people supposed to value family and loyalty? I can't believe I was fooled for so many years."
Jean joined her, "I also read that Japanese people flush their toilets seven times and claim it's clean enough to drink from."
"What? Why would they drink toilet water?"
"Who knows?"
Backed into a corner by Shingen, Tony couldn't help but interrupt their conversation.
"Guys, can we stop talking about Japanese toilets? Their reinforcements are here!"
At the entrance to the staircase, a large group of Yashida Corporation's security forces appeared.
These guards were far better equipped than the ones before, carrying rifles, submachine guns, and even portable rocket launchers.
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