Good evening, gentlemen.
Killian glanced at the time. "Oh, it's almost dawn."
"How long will it take to get the person out of the War Machine Armor?"
A worker using a chainsaw nearby said, "It will take an hour."
Upon hearing that there was still an hour left, Killian said to his men, "Step aside!"
"Hello, Colonel."
Killian stretched out his hands and grasped the Iron Patriot's abdomen, his hands beginning to heat up.
Rhodey, inside his armor, immediately received an alarm indicating a temperature overload.
"Don't worry, we'll get you out," Killian said, glancing at Iron Patriot as he operated the machine.
Savin looked at Killian and said, "You'll destroy the armor."
Hearing Savin's words, Killian looked over and nodded, saying, "Yes, but you'll fix it, right?"
"You'll need to pilot the armor and bring that person to our headquarters."
Savin nodded and said, "Hopefully, repairing the armor won't take too long."
Just then, the alarm kept going off, and Rhodey shouted, "Don't open it! Don't open it! Don't open it!"
However, his abdomen was already completely overheated, and even Rhodey inside felt the high temperature. He could only helplessly say, "Alright, open it."
The armor opened automatically the next second, and the instant it opened, Rhodey launched an attack on the man in front of him, kicking him to the ground.
However, Killian roared directly in Rhodey' direction, and flames shot out from his mouth, heading straight for Rhodes' position.
Seeing the flames coming at him, Rhodey dodged and looked at the other person in surprise, saying, "You... you can breathe fire? Are you a ninja or a superhuman warrior?"
At that moment, Savin stood up and slammed Rhodey into the wall, causing Rhodey to hit his head and pass out.
Killian then regained control of his emotions, and the orange light emanating from his body faded away.
Killian spread his arms wide and exclaimed excitedly, "Today is a day of glory, Savin!"
"At this time tomorrow, I will control the West's most powerful leader and its most formidable terrorists."
"I will dominate this war on terror and create supply and demand."
"For you, and for your brothers and sisters."
After saying this, Killian immediately left, leaving the space to Savin to repair his armor.
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In Harry's family Warehouse.
Tony had already completed all the equipment he needed. He glanced at the Mark 42, which was still charging, and asked, "Jarvis, how much longer until it's fully charged?"
"Sir, it will take at least another 4 hours."
Tony glanced at his cartoon watch and set a timer reminder.
Considering he had so much time, Tony calculated the distance and decided to drive to Miami, Florida, to check things out.
With the weapons he had prepared and his Super Soldier- like physique, he should be able to handle these enemies. And by the time he arrives there, the Mark 42 should be fully charged in no time and will fly over to help him.
Having made his decision, Tony didn't linger and immediately drove towards his destination – Miami, Florida.
However, just an hour after Tony drove off, Pakkun arrived outside Harry's Warehouse with Jiraiya and Kankuro.
Pakkun looked at Jiraiya and said, "I smelled Tony's scent here, and it's very strong and lingering, but there's also a scent that left from here."
"Let me show you around this place first. If it's not here, then we'll go look for another scent."
Jiraiya nodded, then looked at the locked Warehouse door in front of him and unlocked it with a single strand of hair.
For ninjas, the ability to sneak in and pick locks is an essential skill for the Ninja Academy.
Pushing open the Warehouse door, Jiraiya saw the Mark 42 charging and struck a funny pose, hopping forward on one leg with his right hand forward and left hand back, saying, "Haha, Tony."
"Your old friend, Konoha Sannin Toad Sage, Jiraiya come to your aid."
"Thank you for coming."
"Wow ha ha!"
Hearing Lord Jiraiya's funny words, Kankuro was so embarrassed he almost dug a castle out of the ground with Crow.
Without even checking the situation, he immediately asked, "Mr. Tony, are you alright?"
However, Jarvis's voice rang out the next second. "Kankuro, Jiraiya, Mr. Pakkun, hello."
"Mr. Stark isn't here. I'm his AI Car AI, Jarvis."
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Jiraiya stopped his pose and resumed standing normally.
Jiraiya asked somewhat awkwardly, "Jarvis, where's Tony?"
"We came to help him, but where did he run off to again?"
"He didn't sneak off to drink and carouse alone, did he?"
Jarvis said directly, "Mr. Stark has gone to Miami, Florida. I might go there to provide support after I've recharged."
Pakkun then spoke up, "Let's go. That departing aura should be Tony's, while the aura left here should be from the Mark 42 armor."
Jiraiya nodded, then said to Jarvis, "Jarvis, you stay here and recharge. We're going to support Stark now."
"Yes, Mr. Jiraiya."
The two men and their Ninja Dog then left Harry's storeroom. Before leaving, Jiraiya locked the storeroom door again.
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The sky was just beginning to lighten, the sun had not yet risen, and Tony was about to arrive in Miami, Florida.
Meanwhile, on Killian's side, all of his men had been gathered, and Savin had repaired the Iron Patriot.
Savin donned the Iron War Machine Armor, stretched his arms briefly, and said, "Sir, I'm ready. I'll be taking the President to headquarters shortly."
"But what about the colonel?"
"Should we leave him and the Mandarin here?"
Killian then said, "I will take it to headquarters as well. To ignite the President's flame, a colonel is needed as kindling."
"Sir, I'm off then."
Killian nodded and said, "I'll be waiting for you at headquarters. A bright future awaits us."
Savin didn't say anything more, immediately activated the Iron Patriot and flew towards the location of Air Force One.
Watching Seven Savin, Killian said, "Except for the staff and the Mandarin who remain, everyone else, board this plane with me and head to headquarters."
"Yes, sir!"
Soon, Killian and his numerous subordinates boarded the huge transport plane parked on the top floor and flew towards their headquarters by the sea.
His current headquarters, as well as the venue for the presidential funeral, is located on a cruise ship by the sea.