Stark, clad in silver-white armor, floated in midair.
The Symbiote armor shared his senses and had also inherited the intelligent butler's precise data measurement and analysis. One environmental reading after another appeared before Stark's eyes.
The abnormally low air pressure, excessive humidity, and the free-floating bloody scent particles in the air all gave Stark a terrible feeling.
This was Gotham. Stark spotted the signature data in the environmental report. Other than that bizarre city, no other city had storm clouds hanging overhead in quite this manner.
But even more bizarrely, this place was worse than Gotham.
"Did Schiller send you?" Stark decided to deal with the immediate problem first. Looking at Ultron, he said, "He has a few too many robot friends."
Ultron rose from the ground and dusted himself off. "I think you should worry about yourself first. See you later."
Stark frowned and reached out toward Ultron, but the robot's body collapsed the next second. Clearly, nothing was controlling it anymore.
"He ran pretty fast," Stark snorted.
But just as he turned to leave, the machine body behind him twitched again. A long sigh drifted from behind him, and Stark turned around to hear a voice identical to his own.
"He ran pretty fast."
Stark spun around. The robot's eyes flickered to life. Though it was mechanical, the materials Ultron used were especially unusual, allowing that face to display remarkably human expressions. Stark quickly realized that Ultron was no longer controlling this body.
"Long time no see, other me." A deep voice came from Ultron's body. "You nearly drove Pepper insane. Seriously, are you really that short on money?"
Stark, wearing silver-white armor, stared coldly at the robot before him. With a sharp swish, a laser weapon swept across it. The robot dodged nimbly and said, "Don't get