Late at night.
Stark Industries, Sector 16.
A S.H.I.E.L.D. team, led by Level 7 Agent Coulson, swiftly arrived at Stane's secret research and development factory, ready to search for Iron Armor technology.
Just as the team began their search, two blinding white lights suddenly illuminated from deep within the dark factory!
Accompanied by the hum of the hydraulic system, a steel behemoth, over three meters tall, fully appeared before everyone, its cold metal exterior exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Fire!"
Coulson made a decisive call, and he and the Agents beside him unhesitatingly raised their guns and fired.
A dense volley of bullets poured onto the Iron Monger Armor, erupting in continuous metallic impacts and sparks.
However, these attacks, which were capable of tearing through flesh and blood, were like a mere tickle to the Iron Monger, leaving only shallow white marks on its thick exterior before being mercilessly deflected.
"Get out of here!"
Stane's voice came through the Armor, a harsh roar like metal grinding.
Before he finished speaking, the Iron Monger Armor's massive body suddenly moved, slamming into the Agent at the very front!
That Agent had no time to dodge; his entire body was sent flying by the immense force, crashing heavily into the wall with the dull thud of bones breaking, his life uncertain.
Facing this overwhelming power, the remaining Agents instantly realized the vast disparity and immediately sought cover.
Fortunately, Stane's target was clearly not them.
The Iron Monger Armor ignored the hiding Agents, directly smashing through the thick wall of the research and development factory, and roared out into the middle of the road!
The people in their vehicles were stunned by the sudden appearance of the steel behemoth.
What is this?
A miniature Iron Giant?
It wasn't until the Iron Monger casually overturned a hundred-ton Queen that had been dominating the national highway that panic spread like a plague.
In an instant, piercing screams and chaotic honking rose and fell!
"Stane!!"
Just then, a roar filled with fury ripped through the night sky.
A golden-red figure, accompanied by the shriek of its thrusters, swooped down from the sky, slamming into the Iron Monger Armor in the middle of the road!
Bang!!
A deafening roar exploded on the street!
The two Iron Armors violently collided, the immense impact instantly throwing them off balance, causing them to roll uncontrollably across the asphalt, sparks flying with flashes of light, tumbling several times before finally coming to a stop.
But the Iron Monger Armor quickly stood up.
Its crimson mechanical eyes locked onto the golden-red Iron Armor, and Stane inside instantly guessed the pilot.
"Tony, how do you like my new suit?" Stane's voice came through the loudspeaker, full of arrogance and mockery.
"Shut up, you fake!"
Tony felt a chill run down his spine.
A genius like him could tell at a glance what kind of product the Iron Monger Armor in front of him was.
Isn't this the Mark I he hammered together in that cave!?
Both in appearance and design, the Iron Monger Armor was a complete, enlarged replica of the Mark I.
What's more, even the arc reactor providing energy to the Iron Monger Armor's chest was dug out of him!
How is this any different from being NTR'd to his face!?
"Tony, you are indeed a genius, but unfortunately, your ideas sometimes don't necessarily belong to you!"
Stane's voice trailed off.
The Iron Monger Armor's right arm suddenly lifted, and the six-barreled Gatling gun on its gauntlet began to wildly spin and preheat!
Da da da da da--!
Countless bullets spewed out, forcing Tony to retreat under the violent barrage.
Tony gritted his teeth, enduring the metal curtain of bullets, his palms glowing with dazzling white light as he fired two energy blasts at the Iron Monger Armor, forcibly interrupting its offensive.
"Sir, energy is down to 18%." Jarvis's alert sounded inside the Iron Armor.
"I know!"
Tony's heart sank, realizing the gravity of the situation.
The arc reactor in his chest was the initial version, and its energy was already running low.
Although the Mark III was much more efficient than the Mark I, this amount of energy was not enough to last long. If this continued, the Mark III would soon become a pile of immobile scrap metal, and he would completely lose the power to resist.
Rumble--!
The heavy engine roar sounded again!
As soon as Tony stabilized himself, he saw the Iron Monger Armor stomping on the road, charging at him with a speed that belied its size!
"Damn it!"
Tony cursed, and in his haste, could only cross his arms to protect his chest.
Bang!!
The Iron Monger Armor, with its absolute advantage in tonnage and impact force, easily lifted the Mark III off the ground!
Tony felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed train, his entire body crashing heavily onto the road more than ten meters away, creating a shallow crater. Before he could even struggle to get up, the huge shadow of the Iron Monger Armor had already enveloped him, pinning him firmly underfoot.
Looking at Tony beneath his feet, Stane smirked, "Tony, your Armor isn't as good as mine."
"What a load of crap!"
At this moment, Tony was like a helpless husband, completely powerless against Stane, that evil bald man.
Although in his eyes, the Iron Monger Armor was a shoddy imitation.
But it couldn't be ignored that the Iron Monger Armor's defense, built up by its tonnage and super-thick armor, was indeed ridiculously strong. With insufficient energy supply, it was almost impossible for the Mark III to break through the opponent's defenses.
Tony felt an unprecedented humiliation.
Was there anything more painful than an original creator being crushed by an imitator?
The Iron Monger Armor released its foot, then grabbed the Mark III and threw it towards a distant bus.
Stane controlled the Iron Monger, taking heavy steps, and approached again.
He looked at Tony, who was embedded in the bus, and said coldly, "Listen, I built this company from scratch, step by step. No one is going to stand in my way, especially not you!"
With that, an anti-tank missile launcher rose from the Iron Monger Armor's shoulder, locking onto Tony in front of it.
Tony looked at the anti-tank missile aimed at him, and couldn't help but be stunned.
Such a familiar scene!
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, flames spewed from the tail of the anti-tank missile, heading straight for Tony!
Just as Tony was about to brace himself for the explosion, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding an ordinary frying pan, and swung it at the anti-tank missile like a baseball bat!
Clang!
Boom!
With a loud bang, the anti-tank missile instantly exploded, flames quickly rising and spreading outwards with a powerful shockwave.
As the dust and smoke gradually cleared, Du Mu stood in front of Tony, holding the frying pan, completely unharmed.
"You're fighting a Boss without calling me?"