Deep in the night.
Stark Industries Complex, Sector Sixteen.
A S.H.I.E.L.D. team, led by Level 7 Agent Coulson, swiftly arrived at Obadiah Stane's secret research and development factory, ready to search for the Iron Man armor technology.
Just as the team began their search, two piercing white lights suddenly illuminated the depths of the dark factory!
Accompanied by the humming of a hydraulic system, a steel behemoth, over three meters tall, completely materialized before everyone, its cold metal exterior radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Open fire!"
Coulson acted instantly, and he and the surrounding agents raised their guns and fired without hesitation.
A dense torrent of bullets rained down on the Iron Monger armor, erupting in continuous metallic impacts and sparks.
However, these attacks, powerful enough to tear through flesh and blood, were like mere scratches to the Iron Monger. They only left shallow, white marks on its thick shell before being mercilessly deflected.
"Get out of the way!"
Stane's voice roared through the armor, a grating, metallic sound.
Before his voice faded, the Iron Monger armor's colossal frame suddenly lunged, slamming into the agent closest to it!
The agent had no time to dodge. The sheer force of the collision sent him flying, smashing heavily against the wall with a dull crunch of shattering bones, his fate unknown.
Faced with this overwhelming power, the remaining agents instantly realized the massive disparity and immediately sought cover.
Fortunately, Stane's target was clearly not them.
The Iron Monger armor ignored the hiding agents, directly smashed through the factory's thick wall, and rumbled onto the middle of the road!
The people in the cars were stunned by the sudden appearance of the steel giant.
What is that?
A miniature Iron Giant?
Only when the Iron Monger casually flipped a hundred-ton truck—a behemoth of the highway—did panic spread like a plague.
In an instant, piercing screams and chaotic honking rose and fell!
"Stane!!"
Just then, a roar filled with fury sliced through the night sky.
A red and gold figure, engulfed in the shriek of its thrusters, plummeted from the heavens, crashing violently into the Iron Monger armor in the middle of the road!
Bang!!
A deafening explosion rocked the street!
The two steel armors collided fiercely, the massive impact instantly throwing them off balance. They tumbled and skidded uncontrollably across the asphalt, trailing sparks and lightning, before finally halting after several rolls.
But the Iron Monger armor quickly rose to its feet.
Its scarlet mechanical eyes locked onto the red and gold armor. Inside, Stane instantly recognized the pilot.
"Tony, how about it? Do you like my new outfit?" Stane's voice transmitted through the loudspeaker, full of arrogance and mockery.
"Shut up, you knock-off!"
Tony felt a chill and a surge of anger.
A genius like him could tell with one glance exactly what the Iron Monger armor was.
Isn't this just the Mark I I hammered out in that cave?!
In both form and design, the Iron Monger armor was a complete, scaled-up replica of the Mark I.
Even worse, the arc reactor providing power to the Iron Monger's chest was the one dug out of his own body!
What's the difference between this and being cuckolded right to his face!?
"Tony, you are indeed a genius, but unfortunately, the ideas you come up with don't always belong to you!"
As Stane finished speaking, the Iron Monger armor's right arm suddenly lifted. The six-barreled Gatling gun on its vambrace began to spin wildly, preheating!
Da da da da da—!
A deluge of bullets poured out, forcing Tony to continuously retreat under the fierce suppression of firepower.
Tony gritted his teeth, endured the metal storm, and fired two blinding energy blasts from his palms at the Iron Monger armor, forcefully interrupting its assault.
"Sir, energy is down to 18%." J.A.R.V.I.S.'s alert sounded inside the 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 nearly depleted.
Although the Mark III was far more efficient than the Mark I, this small amount of energy wouldn't last long. If this continued, the Mark III would soon become a pile of immobilized scrap metal, and he would completely lose the ability to resist.
Boom-rumble—!
The heavy engine roar sounded again!
Tony had just managed to stabilize himself when he saw the Iron Monger armor stamp the road and charge toward him with a speed incongruous with its massive size!
"Damn it!"
Tony cursed. In his haste, he could only cross his arms to shield his chest.
Clang!!
The Iron Monger armor, with its absolute advantage in tonnage and momentum, easily sent the Mark III flying off the ground!
Tony felt like he had been struck by a high-speed train. He slammed heavily onto the road over ten meters away, leaving a shallow crater. Before he could struggle to his feet, the Iron Monger armor's giant shadow loomed over him, and it stomped him hard under its foot.
Looking down at Tony beneath his foot, Stane chuckled triumphantly, "Tony, your armor isn't as good as mine."
"Bullshit!"
At this moment, Tony felt utterly useless, unable to do anything against the evil, bald Stane.
Though he considered the Iron Monger armor a shoddy knock-off, it was undeniable that the armor's defense, built upon sheer tonnage and ultra-thick plating, was frighteningly strong. With insufficient energy supply, it was nearly impossible for the Mark III to breach the opponent's defenses.
Tony felt a profound sense of humiliation.
What could be more frustrating than the original creator being pinned down and manhandled by the copycat?
The Iron Monger armor lifted its foot, then grabbed the Mark III and hurled it towards a distant bus.
Stane controlled the Iron Monger, taking heavy steps and closing in again.
He looked at Tony, who was embedded in the bus, and his voice was cold: "Listen, I built this company from the ground up, and nobody is going to stand in my way, especially not you!"
As he spoke, an anti-tank missile launcher rose from the Iron Monger armor's shoulder, locking onto Tony.
Tony stared at the anti-tank missile aimed at him and froze for a moment.
What a familiar scene!
The next moment, without hesitation, flames erupted from the anti-tank missile's tail as it shot directly at Tony!
Just as Tony was preparing to withstand the blast, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding an utterly ordinary frying pan, and swung it like a baseball bat at the anti-tank missile!
Clang!
Boom!
Amidst a massive explosion, the anti-tank missile instantly detonated. Flames quickly billowed, carrying a powerful blast of air outwards.
As the dust and smoke gradually dispersed, Du Mu stood before Tony, frying pan in hand, completely unharmed.
"You're fighting a boss without calling me?"
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