Mysterio returned to the base. The moment he walked through the door and spread his arms, he heard the cheers he had expected. Growing even more smug, he spun around the room with his arms outstretched a few times before removing his Helmet.
"See what I said?!" he roared as though venting his frustration. "Stark has always been an idiot! He's always been beneath me! He's a damned thief! A despicable, filthy sewer rat! Only I—I am the real hero!"
After venting, Mysterio let out a long breath. He waved a hand and said, "Pull up the footage from today's operation. I want to see how far Stark Industries has developed this technology."
Soon, everyone on the team gathered before the screen to watch a replay of the day's battle. Sophia frowned slightly and said, "It looks like they've made a breakthrough in animation technology. The way that sandstorm monster's body curled was more natural, and there were hardly any repeated animation patterns. Clearly, they weren't using templates."
"What's so strange about that?" Baker was still disdainful. "Stark Industries has far more computing power than we do. That row after row of expensive servers isn't just for show. And they have a huge staff—they can manually render every movement. Naturally, their animation would be more refined. That's all he has going for him."
"But it really will put pressure on us," Sophia said. "The more detailed the animation is, the harder it will be for us to expose them."
"Why do we need to expose them?" Baker turned and asked. "We only need to defeat them again and again. The stronger and more vicious they appear, the more I look like a hero. Isn't that a good thing?"
Sophia opened her mouth, but in the end, she only said, "What