Being a Mayor, Norman!

"What?"

Captain America was taken aback.

He even wondered if he had misheard; after fighting so many wars, this was the first time he had ever heard someone tell him to hide.

"I'm not that old, kid."

He wasn't angry. After a light laugh, he swung the shield forcefully, sending it arcing through Peter's astonished eyes before accurately striking the machine's energy core.

"Sizzle--"

Instantly, the two-meter-tall robot collapsed, sparks flying.

"Did you see that?"

Steve raised his arm, and the shield flew back into his hand as if it had eyes. "I can fight all day long!"

Wow!

Peter cried out in surprise. He leaped down and landed next to Captain America, reaching out to tap the round shield, but no sound came out.

"Dude, how did you get that? Did you steal the museum?"

"The ones in the museum aren't the real thing." Steve shook his head, then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a missile flying towards Peter.

He immediately raised his shield to protect Peter.

At the same time, Peter's Spider-Sense naturally detected the danger. He raised his hand, shot out Silk towards the robot attacking them, and then pulled hard—

The robot, weighing several tons, was simply pulled up by him and swung like a meteor hammer, sweeping away a row of machines.

This maneuver left Captain America utterly dumbfounded.

To be honest, he might not be unable to lift these robots, given their weight, but to swing them around like toys as easily as Peter was simply impossible.

Therefore, seeing Peter's actions, Captain America's many thoughts can be summed up in one sentence:

Holy crap, this young man!

Isn't this strength a bit too outrageous?

Does this mean that after all these years, not only have I become outdated, but even the Super Soldier Serum has become obsolete?

For a moment, Captain America even felt a pang of nostalgia for the world where he was the only one with Superpowers.

So this is genuine?

Peter pointed to the shield, his voice filled with even greater surprise.

"Not just it, I'm the real deal too," Captain America said with a laugh. "You're amazing, where did you get it?"

Queens.

"I'm from Brooklyn."

After a brief introduction, the two threw themselves back into the battle against the machine monster.

Peter initially wanted to ask Ben for help because there were simply too many robots.

However, as he fought, he discovered that these robots seemed to be a bit too weak in combat.

Not only him, but even Captain America felt the same way.

Captain America strangled a robot with a backhand stroke, then said in bewilderment, "I have no idea what Hammer Industries was thinking when they designed these... Tanks that walk on two legs? They're not even as good as real tanks..."

He looked up at the sky; those flying machines were indeed a bit better than tanks, but why not just fly an airplane instead of driving one?

"It's hard to say. Think about it, it's the same principle as Gundam," Peter said, shrugging. "We all know that the shape of fighter jets is more suitable for combat, but in comics, humanoid mechs give that feeling. Even in interstellar civilizations, you still have to swing your fists when you fight."

"That makes sense." Hearing this, Captain America nodded, then asked, puzzled, "So what is Gundam?"

"You don't even know Gundam?"

Peter held up a hand and covered his face. "Now I believe you really are Captain America."

To be honest, Peter already really enjoys watching old movies and cartoons, but he never imagined there was someone even more Old Gu than him.

But then I thought, if this person were Captain America, then it wouldn't be surprising.

On the other hand, now that Captain America has been deployed, Coulson and Natasha, the two S.H.I.E.L.D. of S. H. I. E. L. D., will naturally not be idle either.

Both of them were equipped with special gear, ready to fight the machines to the death.

However, they also found that these robots seemed rather vulnerable; their shells were far less tough than Iron Man's armor, and their shock absorption was extremely poor.

Even...

Natasha stopped what she was doing and pulled out a machine. "You know what, Ben Parker just gave me this."

"What's this?"

Coulson rubbed his balding head, thinking that Primus really had a lot of inventions, just like Doraemon. At this rate, he might actually invent a potion that produces life.

"It's nothing new, just a signal jammer."

As she spoke, Natasha pressed a button on the machine.

An invisible electromagnetic field spread, interfering with the signals of all the mechs.

In an instant, all the armored vehicles crashed.

"Done."

Natasha patted her thighs, looking relaxed. "This is the easiest task I've ever done."

"That's it?"

All the robots Coulson could see were indeed frozen in place, as if they had crashed, but he was still somewhat skeptical.

The reason is simple: his phone was still working, and the signal was excellent.

"That's because you're using a Primus phone, okay?" Natasha said. "Hammer's garbage doesn't even deserve to be compared to Primus!"

"What you said makes sense, but won't those who cheat on the exam be in luck now?"

"Then let's make another dedicated signal jammer," Natasha said matter-of-factly.

Upon hearing this, Coulson nodded.

He had already imagined that after Primus invented the mobile phone, he would invent a jammer, and then invent a mobile phone that was unaffected by the jammer, and so on, in an endless cycle.

Look at that, now that's what making money is all about!

"However, it seems that Hammer Industries' robots are not very good, either in terms of software or hardware. The military spent so much money, and this is what they came up with."

He shook his head, his mouth splitting into a wide grin, feeling sorry for the military.

There has always been an unspoken rivalry between S.H.I.E.L.D.. and the military.

On the surface, they are both serving the country, but behind the scenes, they are locked in a fierce battle for more military funding.

This time, Hammer's products have clearly made the military a laughing stock, and it's conceivable that military spending will likely be reduced in the future.

The total budget is limited, and the military is a behemoth. Even if all the money saved is interconnected, it would still amount to an astronomical sum.

S.H.I.E.L.D.. can try to get this money!

Coulson didn't know how happy Nick Fury would be when he heard the news, but he did know that he'd have the money to modify his beloved car!

At the same time.

Justin Hammer, like a mouse, hunched over and hid in the Primus Pavilion with the crowd.

At this moment, he had cursed Ivan Vanko hundreds of times in his mind. If words could kill, Ivan would probably have turned into a shuttle by now.

He truly didn't expect Vanke to give him such a pleasant surprise.

Although he did tell Vanke at the time that he wanted Tony Stark, that arrogant and conceited man, to die.

But to be honest, for a businessman, he wasn't referring to the death of Tony Stark himself, but rather the "death" of the Stark Industries.

Now it's all right.

With this Russia madman causing such a ruckus, it won't be Stark that's going to die, but rather his Hammer Industries.

Even if Ivan could kill Tony Stark, what would be the point?

I will lose everything because of this attack!

You should know that Hammer Industries has now received orders from the military; this is a testament to national power!

I'm doomed!

His face was deathly pale, and his whole demeanor turned ashen. Although he was dressed in a suit and looked respectable, he looked as wretched as a rat that everyone wanted to kill.

Clearly, Justin Hammer already knew what his fate would be.

Even if such a crime doesn't result in execution, it would still warrant a sentence of at least several hundred years. No matter how many times his sentence is reduced in prison, he can forget about ever seeing the light of day again.

As for being rescued by someone else, that's even more impossible.

When Hammer Industries collapsed, it was like a towering tree falling, with countless plants beneath it waiting to draw nourishment from it, then branching out and covering the entire sky.

Justin Hammer wasn't exactly a genius scientist, nor was he a supervillain. Without Hammer Industries, he was nothing, and no one would bother saving a good-for-nothing.

But he still couldn't suppress his anger towards Ivan Vanko.

That hateful guy!

What a bastard from Russia!

If it weren't for me, he would have died in prison long ago. I kindly rescued him, and this is how he repays me?!

If he could do it all over again, Justin Hammer would rather the person who was killed in the prison bombing wasn't a scapegoat.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

No one can save him.

He crouched down, constantly dodging, afraid that others would recognize him.

Although he knew he couldn't escape imprisonment, at least he could live in jail. If these people found him, they would probably swarm him and beat him to death with a single punch each.

Ben had already spotted him, but he ignored the Joker and was already backstage discussing what to do next with Norman Osborn.

"Once we take control of Hammer Technology, we can expand the Ecopark, and the accumulated orders can be fulfilled as soon as possible. Primus will then leap into becoming a company as powerful as the Osborn Corporation."

After saying that, Norman still felt like he was in a dream.

That's too fast!

Primus has only been established for a few months, and in a few more months it will become one of the top companies in the country. This speed of development left Norman, who started from scratch, speechless with astonishment.

Aside from good luck, which coincided with the decline of Osborn and Hammer Industries, which gave Ben an opportunity, the most important factor was Ben's own ability to accomplish this.

However, Norman also noticed that Ben was a little impatient.

He immediately asked for the reason.

Norman Osborn was unaware that soon the earth would be teeming with Demons, and all sorts of people with strange powers would appear on the scene. Ben needed to quickly build a base of support.

Another reason...

Ben smiled slightly, looked at Norman, and asked a surprising question.

"I wonder if Uncle Norman would like to be mayor?"