Tyrant Takes the Field

Watching Tony Stark's expression, Noah smiled brilliantly.

Yet there was still a trace of heartache between his brows.

He had not been lying.

That car Iron Monger had smashed really was his favorite—and his only supercar.

He was not some 24-karat pure-gold tycoon like Tony Stark, with dozens of supercars sitting in his garage.

As a rising star in the business world, he was still in the startup phase.

He wished he could pour every cent he had into development.

That one nice car was only there to keep up appearances.

Still... it was about time to get a new one.

Sighing inwardly, Noah spoke the next moment:

"Need a hand?

I happened to bring some good stuff with me this time."

As he spoke, Noah patted the cargo compartment behind him.

He had come prepared?

Tony Stark was somewhat puzzled, but this was not the time to dwell on it.

Still, even knowing Noah had come to help, Tony Stark's stubborn mouth showed no sign of restraint.

"Good stuff? Those not-so-cute little doggies of yours?

In a fight like this, they probably would not even be enough to scratch an itch!"

Noah chuckled.

"Little Nini, that mouth of yours is going to get you killed someday!

Remember, you owe me a huge favor."

"..."

Before Tony Stark could react.

The rear doors of the van had already opened.

Thud, thud, thud...

Heavy footsteps rang out.

The entire van swayed with each step.

Tony Stark's heart skipped a beat.

This was not the kind of noise little toys like Fighting Wolf could make.

Nearby, Obadiah Stane inside Iron Monger frowned.

An instinctive unease rose within him. He lifted an arm, about to fire a missile.

Just as he was preparing to attack, Tony Stark reacted.

He charged forward again.

Reality was not a game.

He did not know whether whatever Noah Allen had prepared would be useful.

But he knew he could not just stand by and watch Obadiah Stane attack like this.

Although Iron Monger quickly threw him off with its terrifying strength, it was already too late.

Three giants, each around eight feet tall, emerged.

Their powerful physiques alone made them immensely intimidating.

Each of the three giants held an enormous six-barreled Gatling gun. The heavy machine guns, which should have been immensely cumbersome, looked perfectly natural in their hands.

Massive alloy battle axes were strapped to their backs as well, clearly not just for show.

Everyone was shocked by the sight.

These hulking brutes were not to be messed with.

That was the first thought that flashed through everyone's minds.

Coulson was left staring in stunned disbelief.

What kind of monsters were these!

What the hell had those useless fools at the agency been doing?

They had not received the slightest bit of intelligence on something this important.

After monitoring him for so long, they had practically monitored nothing at all.

Leaving aside everything else, the fact that Noah Allen had appeared here today without him receiving any notice was enough to make him furious.

He naturally had no idea that, in a patch of bushes outside Noah's house, two well-equipped agents were struggling in utter confusion.

Unfortunately, the ropes binding them were extremely tight. Struggling at this level was completely useless.

Even until they were knocked unconscious, neither of them knew who had attacked them.

Naturally, this was Frank's handiwork.

With Frank's counter-surveillance skills, he had spotted the two agents long ago.

Noah simply hadn't paid them any attention.

It was only today that Noah had Frank make a move and deal with the two agents suspected to be from S.H.I.E.L.D.

As for the others who had been following them, they were not as fortunate as those two.

By now, they had all become corpses.

This was a warning!

Noah's warning to all of Hell's Kitchen.

After cursing inwardly for a while, Coulson also felt a little envious.

Ever since learning that Tony Stark had armor, they had wanted to buy a few suits.

They were still observing the situation for now. Based on their assessment of Tony Stark, getting their hands on the armor would probably not be easy.

But this big guy gave him another option to consider.

Even if Tony Stark refused to sell his armor, Noah Allen wouldn't be the same, would he?

Of course, all of that depended on whether these big guys' combat capabilities were up to standard.

After watching this battle of steel, his standards for weapons of war had risen considerably.

The next moment, Obadiah Stane moved.

"Noah Allen, do you think this trash is enough to fight me?!"

Obadiah Stane laughed maniacally. He knew this kid.

Because this was the very kid who had recently been acquiring shares in Stark Industries.

He had originally been considering how to get rid of the guy, but he hadn't expected him to deliver himself right to his door.

As long as they were made of flesh, they could never withstand his Iron Monger.

So what if there were three monsters?

Unlike Tony Stark's armor, his Iron Monger had been born for war!

Two missiles launched from Iron Monger's shoulders, heading straight for the Tyrants.

Noah's expression did not change.

The three Tyrants had already begun to move.

Although enormous, the Tyrants moved with remarkable agility.

Boom! Boom!

Two explosions rang out.

A cloud of smoke and dust remained where they had stood.

A sneer appeared on Obadiah Stane's face.

In his mind, the three monsters were already dead.

But in the next moment, the sound of Gatling barrels spinning rang out.

The instant after that, "Rat-a-tat-tat..."

Bullets surged toward Iron Monger like a storm.

Even Iron Monger's steel body was repeatedly rocked by the barrage.

It was only because the alloy on Iron Monger was sturdy enough that it had not already been riddled with holes.

But it was not over yet. Soon, two more Gatling guns fired storms of bullets from within the smoke.

This time, even Iron Monger could not keep its footing and was driven steadily backward.

Not one of the three Tyrants had died!

Noah had expected this all along.

But no one else was as calm as Noah.

Coulson sucked in a breath.

They were practically humanoid tanks.

For that alone, he felt he ought to suggest the director buy a few.

Tony Stark was surprised as well.

But he was thinking further ahead.

After their earlier struggle, no one knew better than he did how difficult Iron Monger was to deal with.

This bullet storm had indeed suppressed Iron Monger, but it was still far from enough to take him down.

Gritting his teeth, Tony Stark took off again and charged toward Iron Monger.

Seeing this—

Noah shook his head.

Charging in at a time like this—wasn't that just asking to get hit?

Even if Tyrant had eyes, the bullets certainly didn't.

After Tony Stark rushed over, he grabbed Iron Monger, intending to use the bullet storm to knock him down.

This big guy wasn't like his armor. Once he was knocked over, getting back up wouldn't be so easy.

But the moment he landed—

Clang! Clang! Clang...

A barrage of bullets slammed into him.

It sent him flying straight back.

"Fuck!"

Tony Stark couldn't help cursing.

He couldn't even get involved.

Glancing at the unruffled Noah Allen, Tony Stark hurried over, flipped up his faceplate, and said, "Kid, this won't do.

Obadiah may be an idiot, but this big guy was built for war."

Noah chuckled.

"Of course I know that, Little Nini. What you should be worrying about right now isn't that.

You should be thinking about how to repay me for saving your life.

Including Afghanistan, this is the second time."

Tony Stark immediately lowered his faceplate.

He didn't want to talk anymore.