Rumble.
Night had just fallen over New York.
As an international metropolis, New York was more alive at night than during the day. Neon lights painted the streets, making the city shimmer like one that never sleeps.
At the heart of the city, the iconic Stark Building was in ruins. Its glass facade had been blasted to pieces, and a massive steel mech lay sprawled across the middle of the road.
Peng, peng, peng.
Speeding cars skidded and collided with the towering machine. Fires erupted, and explosions shattered the night. The once-peaceful streets of New York had become a scene of chaos.
"What the hell is that?!"
Traffic ground to a halt as drivers stared at the four-meter-tall steel mech at the center of the destruction.
"Oh my God… a steel robot?!"
"This is insane… Anna, I'm not crazy! You heard me right—look at that thing!"
On the highway, screams and chaos filled the air. Someone called The New York Times, reporting the appearance of a gigantic steel robot in the city. Within minutes, helicopters were dispatched, carrying reporters to cover the incident live.
Peng, peng, peng.
At the center of the chaos, Iron Monger raised one massive foot. Obadiah Stane's face was twisted in madness. Civilian deaths meant nothing to him—he only wanted to test the full power of his creation.
Boom.
The mech stomped on a car, crushing it upright. Inside, a terrified man in his forties screamed.
Kaka.
Obadiah's gaze was wild. He slammed a red button in front of him. Immediately, the Iron Monger raised its palm, and a storm of bullets erupted in every direction.
Da-da-da-da.
Cars were shredded, and fleeing civilians were torn apart. Screams filled the streets, echoing over the roar of gunfire.
"Hahaha!"
Obadiah laughed maniacally, a sound he hadn't allowed himself in years. He no longer cared about maintaining a civilized facade—he was pure chaos.
"This is the New York Times. From the helicopter cameras, we can see a steel robot wreaking havoc less than a kilometer from the Stark Building. Who will stop this monster?"
Above the city, a reporter broadcast live, her voice trembling as she surveyed the destruction.
"SIR, the Iron Monger situation is spreading. Everyone in New York is now focused on him," J.A.R.V.I.S reported from Tony Stark's private villa. On the floor-to-ceiling windows, news feeds from across the city flooded the screens.
"Good. Obadiah Stane hasn't disappointed me," Tony muttered with a cold smile.
He stood and stretched. In front of him, his gold-and-red Iron Man suit began to assemble automatically. Mechanical components surged over his body, locking into place until the helmet sealed over his face.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., activate autopilot," Tony commanded.
Data streams filled his HUD. The villa's ceiling opened, and flames shot from the suit's hands and feet as it rocketed into the sky.
Boom.
Exceeding Mach 10, Tony soared above the Iron Monger, watching as the mech destroyed vehicles below. A sneer curved his lips.
Boom.
Tony's palm cannon released a mass of red energy pillars, striking the Iron Monger. The impact sent the mech sliding back tens of meters, its tons of weight tearing a trench into the ground.
"F***K… Tony Stark?!"
Obadiah's eyes blazed as he recognized the triangular Arc Reactor in Tony's chest. His target—his obsession—had arrived.
Click.
Tony lifted his visor, revealing his face. Sarcasm danced in his eyes.
"Hey, Obadiah… I've got to say, your sense of style is really retro. See this? This is how aesthetics should look in the new era."
Obadiah's fury boiled over.
"Damn Tony Stark! I'll reduce you to ashes!"
He slammed the control panel. Two Jericho missiles launched from Iron Monger's shoulders toward Tony.
Rumble.
Tony raised his hand, deploying a blue energy shield. The missiles slammed into it, but the shield held firm.
"Is that all you've got, Iron Monger? Pathetic," Tony taunted.
The words only fueled Obadiah's rage.
Boom.
Iron Monger's flight system ignited, flames blasting from his shoulders and feet as he charged at Tony. He swung a massive fist at the golden-red suit, sending Tony crashing into a nearby building.
Peng, peng, peng.
Iron Monger smashed the ground, grabbed cars with each massive hand, and hurled them at Tony. The fight had officially begun.
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