Iron Man’s Death? Curtain Call!

Inside the biological research base factory.

Inside a locked-down office building, a man was using the faint light of a flashlight to search through files in the dark archive room.

Eddie Brock was once a famous local reporter in New York. Not long ago, he accidentally discovered that the Drake Bio Foundation was conducting inhumane human experiments, which also involved mysterious and unknown alien creatures, with the intention of cultivating more advanced strategic biological weapons.

Eddie had wanted to expose this massive conspiracy to the public, but instead, he was fired by the media company. With no other choice, he had to sneak into the biological research base to find and investigate evidence and data regarding the human experiments and alien creatures.

"Got it, this is it!" Eddie jolted, pulling out a document from the safe. He immediately picked up the flashlight with his mouth and began to read it.

Alien symbiotes... Venom, Riot... a liquid life form...

Parasitizing with a suitable human host, it can exhibit extraordinary and powerful abilities...

Five human test subjects, only one finally succeeded in symbiotically bonding with it!

Eddie became more and more alarmed as he read. He hurriedly folded the documents and stuffed them into the inner pocket of his jacket.

Just as he was about to leave.

The entire office building he was in began to shake violently. The lights, desks, and cabinets inside swayed unstably, and dust continuously fell from the ceiling.

"What's happening?" Eddie asked, bewildered. He looked out the office window and could see the spaceships at the base factory starting their launch sequence.

Rumble!

Immediately after.

The spaceship, about to pierce the night sky and break free from Earth, suffered a devastating explosion at an altitude of several hundred meters. The fiery orange light illuminated the vast base below!

Eddie watched all of this in shock. Following his professional habit, he didn't forget to take out a small camera and record the scene.

Countless spaceship debris, carrying bright flames and thick smoke, fell towards the base like a meteor shower from outer space, streaking across the city's night sky.

In the camera's lens.

Along with the wreckage of the spaceship, a small black beast flashed by in the fiery glow!

Within a mysterious dimensional space.

"Energy insufficient."

"Warning, repeating, energy is severely insufficient..."

The lights on Iron Man's chest and eye sockets dimmed. He could only maintain his suit's engine at an extremely low power output, keeping himself suspended in the center of the space filled with alien corpses.

The only white light flickered unstably, about to sink into darkness.

"Am I really going to die in this unknown hellhole?" Stark's lips curved into a bitter smile. Lost here, he discovered that the number of buried alien creatures was simply countless!

Moreover, the clothing and weapons on these corpses varied.

This actually validated Stark's long-held speculation: beyond Earth, there were clearly more complex and dense advanced alien civilizations!

The establishment of the Avengers was the correct path for the future.

Unfortunately, knowing this now was useless.

Stark felt a sense of helplessness. His energy was about to run out, which meant this would also be his burial place!

Thinking of this, Stark became much calmer and said softly, "Activate the built-in camera for personal video archival."

Iron Man's helmet glowed from the inside, reflecting Stark's tired face: "For Pepper Potts, Virginia Pepper Potts."

"When you see this, I should already be dead."

"Living in an era of alien invasions and rampant mutations, accidents truly strike without warning. Perhaps I should have been mentally prepared long ago—just like how I was in New York a moment ago, and now I'm suddenly trapped in a place I can't escape. I did my best, really."

"However, I want you to know. I'm not leaving this to complain. I just want to tell you that I actually—

Love you very much."

Plummeting straight down from a hundred-meter height to the factory ground, scattering gravel, Xi Nian's landing created an indentation in the earth below. Nearby, the wreckage and debris of the spaceship also crashed onto the factory buildings, igniting fierce fires.

Xi Nian did not let down his guard. He carefully sensed outwards, confirming that the third symbiote was truly dead before he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Dealing with the third, and final, symbiote was much easier than he had imagined.

It was also because the symbiote Riot courted death by wanting to escape in a spaceship, which instead trapped itself within the enclosed spaceship cabin, burning to death in extreme suffocation.

Of course.

If Xi Nian had been a step late and let the other party escape Earth via spaceship, the outcome would have been different.

Now, all three symbiotes were dead, and the Venom symbiote was dormant within the Essence Devourer Beast.

"It's over." Xi Nian pushed off with his cat claws, his body instantly accelerating. The small figure leaped over the railings of the base factory.

He was returning to the streets of Queens where Gwen and Kara were staying.

Halfway there, Xi Nian, who was parasitizing the Essence Devourer Beast, suddenly remembered something, a very important matter.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot." Xi Nian didn't stop his pace. While leaping through the sky above the tall buildings, the little cat's mouth opened ferociously, and he casually spat downwards at the street below!

Pah!

Instantly, a golden and red metallic body was spat out from his mouth, falling freely toward the ground.

Xi Nian didn't stop, accelerating his charge and disappearing into the city's night sky.

Clang!!

A dull metallic sound echoed as it hit the ground. Iron Man sat in the middle of the street, covered in sticky saliva, bewildered and dazed.

What happened?

Stark was still a bit dizzy. What met his eyes were the familiar, bustling modern streets of New York, with traffic flowing everywhere. Christmas carols, long past their season, began to play on the streets.

Seeing the growing crowd surrounding him, with some people even starting to take pictures.

Stark remained silent for a moment. Instead of feeling relief at surviving, he wanted to curse.

WTF!

My last words, recorded for nothing?

Not long after Xi Nian left.

Inside the office building of the biological base factory.

Eddie looked at the flames that had already spread across most of the factory and immediately began to flee in a panic. He accidentally kicked a chair, causing him to fall heavily onto the office floor.

The scraped palm burned with a fiery heat. As Eddie felt the pain, he struggled to get back up. At that moment, a cold sensation spread from his palm.

It felt as if something was seeping into him from his wound!

Eddie, now standing, subconsciously looked at his palm. He found nothing on his hand, nor was there any trace of a wound. It was as if his palm hadn't been scraped at all.

The fire was about to reach the office building.

Eddie didn't think much of it, hastily pushing open the door and fleeing!