Tony, the Old Hand / Never Offend a Woman!

Tony and Steve, who had suddenly stood up to help, were immediately taken aback and rushed forward to cover the civilians' evacuation.

"Boom!"

A seemingly kind elderly lady suddenly raised her hand from her seat, and the particle cannon that had been formed suddenly roared to life.

Helena, who was hiding under the podium, immediately hugged President Benford and rolled on the spot.

When she shook her dizzy head and looked ahead, she saw that half of the well-trained security personnel had been blown to pieces, and the rest were all injured.

Kevin picked up Yuriko Takagi, whose face was slightly pale, took out a badge from his pocket, and formed Skyfire Greatsword. He slashed down, splitting the TX Terminator, along with his cannon, in two.

Because of the obstruction from fleeing spectators, Kevin and his two companions were hampered and could only try their best to cover the civilians' evacuation under the concentrated fire of the Terminator Force.

Fortunately, the White House Secret Service agents weren't completely useless; within moments, they drove the president's armored limousine from the garage.

With superb driving skills, the driver weaved through the venue, rammed through the Terminators blocking his way, and finally drifted off and landed behind the podium.

Helena immediately grabbed the president, who was unable to move, and jumped into the back seat. At the same moment, just as another TX was about to fire its particle cannon, the driver slammed on the accelerator and drove recklessly toward the exit.

"World Tree Squad! 'Protect' them and get them out of here!"

Kevin turned to look at Shino Asada, who was lying on a high point, tapped his ear, and silently gave an order.

Immediately, the commander, carrying Yuriko Takagi in one arm, moved toward the group of survivors on Catalina Island.

Although the female forensic pathologist Joe and her adopted daughter Emily followed her orders and did not get involved, the remaining representatives were somewhat familiar faces, so she decided to lend a hand if she could.

The Terminator Force, entangled with Tony and Steve, could only watch helplessly as President Benford's car drove away.

The various weapons on the new generation of Iron Man Armor are basically designed to target Terminators, making them extremely lethal to these groups.

Once most of the audience had fled the venue and the Terminators had fallen in droves, Steve, having escaped, rushed without a word to his motorcycle parked in the garage, intending to protect the president along the way.

"Bang!"

As the last Terminator turned into silver liquid and seeped into the ground, the electromagnetic missile launcher in Tony's hand automatically detached.

The still-shaken audience members, escorted by the two men, hurriedly boarded the vehicle and left.

After the last wave of survivors had left, Tony's visor began to retract, and the genius stared at Kevin beside him with suspicion, scrutinizing him repeatedly.

Kevin smiled and, without waiting for Tony to ask, took the initiative.

"As an American citizen, why don't you seem worried about your own president?"

Tony rolled his eyes and scoffed, "What difference does it make to me who's president? What do I care if they live or die?"

It seems that's the case. Tony, who works for the largest military-industrial company in the United States, doesn't need to worry about the president's feelings at all. Moreover, given his arrogant personality, it's unlikely he would care about the president's safety.

"Stop interrupting. You touched her ear several times during the meeting, and you even sent Natasha out. It's as if you're deliberately pushing this forward."

"The one who got on the bus shouldn't be our focus, right?"

Tony raised an eyebrow and asked Kevin with a cold smile.

"The other side knows very well that even if they manage to infiltrate the venue, these small fry will find it difficult to succeed under our protection..."

"So, when large-scale riots broke out in Los Angeles, where should the president be taken according to security procedures?"

Kevin fiddled with the microphone, a broad smile on his face.

"That goes without saying, it's a safe house! Besides, the Avengers' forces are usually deployed to protect civilians. After an incident like this, those security personnel don't really trust any good civilian organizations..."

Tony responded nonchalantly, but his mind was racing. This arrogant playboy didn't dislike this kind of subtle competition.

"You mean, they'll make their move in the safe house? It's heavily guarded and has excellent security measures, how could they possibly..."

Kevin casually tossed the microphone to the ground, placed his right hand on Tony's shoulder, and then blinked.

"If the mastermind behind this terrorist attack was the US national security advisor and President Benford's bodyguard, do you still think the safe house is safe enough?"

"Let's go, let's go see your great leader..."

As Tony watched Kevin walk away, his eyes narrowed slightly, lost in thought.

It turns out that the person who got on the bus wasn't the real President Benford at all...

So, the next game will be even more fun!

P. S.: I will try my best to update at 6 AM every day from now on, so that everyone can follow along.

Chapter 290, Section 304: Old Driver Tony

University of Southern California lounge.

Kevin pulled a small button from his pocket, and as he activated the switch, the empty corner of the wall rippled like water.

A middle-aged man sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine casually raised his eyes, a warm smile on his face.

"They've arrived?"

It was indeed him, President Adam Benford... Tony's strange gaze darted back and forth between Kevin and the American president.

When did those two start dating?

"The coffee here is pretty good, would you like a cup?"

Surprisingly, the US president was quite approachable, and even poured Kevin and Tony a cup of coffee that he had personally brewed while chatting and laughing.

While the three of them were having a heated argument outside, they leisurely took their seats, creating a relaxed atmosphere as if they were having a tea party.

"When did you two become so close?"

Tony, who had already guessed the general idea, was still a little restless. He shrugged and frowned as he asked.

"Just last night, I personally visited them..."

Kevin raised his glass and smiled knowingly at President Benford, their memories involuntarily drifting back to that night.

The night before last, President Benford opened the window uncontrollably, and after the railing melted, the creature that crawled out of the air was actually an outsider he had seen on the list of important personnel in S.H.I.E.L.D..

"Don't worry, I just want to prove that your security measures are way outdated..."

"We can infiltrate Skynet, which has a much more advanced technology, undetected. Doing this will be even easier for us..."

As Kevin spoke, he casually released the mind control over President Benford and tossed him a monitor.

On the screen, dozens of flashing dots of light were distributed around the hotel.

"Your people?"

President Benford's expression was slightly grave.

"Two full teams can launch pinpoint strikes on any location within this building, and paralyze the security department's command system within 3 seconds."

"In 30 seconds at most, you won't need to catch your breath..."

"Of course, if I really wanted to assassinate you, making you commit suicide would be more in my interest..."

"So, if I were you, I would obediently take my hand off the alarm..."

Kevin poured himself a cup of coffee with a half-smile and raised his glass to President Benford.

"You mean..."

"Kidnapping..."

The question-and-answer session between the two created a brief silence in the room.

Can I ask for the reason?

President Benford glanced at the silent corridor, frowned, and turned to Kevin for a question.

"It seems [S.H.I.E.L.D.. ] has been holding back, not telling you that their bodyguard Helena has betrayed them, and that National Security Advisor Simmons is also preparing to take action against you..."

Kevin, who is quite adept at betraying his teammates, turned around and blamed S.H.I.E.L.D.. for not reporting the information, in order to cover up his own source of information.

President Benford's composure was remarkable; if it weren't for the bulging veins on his arm gripping the corner of the table, Kevin probably wouldn't have been able to discern his inner shock.

"Don't wait any longer. As one of the benchmarks for technological development, how could I possibly ignore electronic warfare?"

"All the images on the monitors have been replaced. Come with me."

Kevin examined his fingernails, completely oblivious to President Benford's inner surprise and doubt.

The two don't have a close relationship, so it's almost impossible for them to build trust in a short time.

But given the current situation of being surrounded by enemies, even if the University of Southern California takes the best precautions tomorrow, it is destined to become a sieve with holes everywhere.

Instead of passively defending, it would be better to simply lure away the real US president, then find a replacement to take the field, thus drawing the enemy out of their hiding place. This way, there would be no chance of failure.

However, after indirectly hearing Kevin's plan, President Benford closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before making an interesting decision.

"I'll play along with your act, but I expect your people to have everything arranged in the dressing room..."

In any case, he could not easily doubt his bodyguard and the U. S. national security advisor based on the words of just one person.

Therefore, he must see the truth for himself.

Of course, President Benford's conditions included the government giving the SCP Foundation the green light to its operations and handing over the authority of the BSAA North American Branch, which was under construction, to the British headquarters.

Even when those in power are at a disadvantage, they still hope to retain some degree of control.

"To be frank, it's not that I trust you, but rather because of the established fact: you had the ability to kill me, yet you didn't..."

"Of course, there's another reason... I think this should form the basis of our cooperation..."

President Benford then took a badge with the horizontal "S" shaped inscription, labeled "[Anti-Entropy]," from his glasses case and tossed it to Kevin.

Another collaboration between [Schicksal] and [Anti-Entropy]? Kevin smiled with interest, then jumped onto the windowsill and leaped from the 30th floor. His voice before he left was clearly audible.

"My men will escort you along the way. Don't die before you go on stage, you interesting old man..."

President Benford then discovered that the burglar bars that had been melted were miraculously mended and restored to their original state by the weaving of strands of silvery-white molten metal.

After hearing the details of their battle of wits last night, Tony rolled his eyes at Kevin. This bastard is truly lawless, holding the President of the United States hostage!

Damn! Why didn't you invite me? It would have been so exciting!

"What's inside that car?"

"Ah, President Benford only made an Oldest One appearance, and then he's been sitting here in this secure area, equipped with Optical Camouflage and Electromagnetic Shield, drinking tea and watching the show..."

"Is the weight wrong?"

"At the crucial point, it might collide with something like a magnetic levitation device—you could find those in the lab where you disassembled the Terminator..."

The two whispered among themselves for a while, mostly rambling and unrelated.

After all, they had witnessed A2's combat prowess. If those people didn't make a move in the safe house, things would be fine, but if they did, they'd be in serious trouble.

"What's next? I'm full from the coffee..."

Tony tossed the glass onto the table, and after a moment of silence, he seemed somewhat at a loss.

"Let's drive around the safe house area. The actors are all here, how can we not have an audience?"

"Great idea!"

Tony patted Kevin on the shoulder with approval, then pressed a button on the watch face before lounging back on the sofa to wait.

A moment later, Kevin stared at the Lamborghini that had drifted off the rails and parked in front of the door, his lips twitching slightly.

"You changed your car again? F1 Formula..."

"Don't worry, I drive very steadily. Besides, this thing has vibranium added to its outer shell, and the engine turbo uses some technology from the Ark Engine, so it's guaranteed not to break no matter how many collisions it gets into..."

Without a word, Iron Man put on his Iron Man Armor and sat confidently in the driver's seat.

"What kind of persuasive argument is that?!" Kevin scoffed, pulling President Benford into the back seat, his nerves on edge, ready to jump out at any moment.

Chapter 291, Section 305: Never Offend a Woman!

The once bustling streets of Los Angeles are now deserted, with only police forces and newly emerged Super Hero left to sweep away the Terminators from all sides.

To facilitate their operations, the SCP Foundation and the Avengers had already coordinated with the relevant departments in Los Angeles, so cooperation from this group was not a problem.

Meanwhile, the air force fighter squadrons that had been transferred away by the Ministry of Defense have begun to return here, where they are responsible for fire support under the leadership of the "War Machine".

The special weapon that could dissolve liquid metal was naturally a friendly offering from Stark Industries, and this capitalist, who quietly made a fortune, profited handsomely from this small-scale war.