Tony Stark's Revenge

A volley of bullets answered the NYPD's call for surrender, forcing the officers to keep their heads down as the rounds struck the police cars, sending sparks flying.

In no time, the police car was nearly wrecked, while the thug brazenly hefted his rifle and sprayed bullets in every direction, completely suppressing the NYPD officers at the scene.

The police officers sprawled miserably on the ground, dodging bullets. The media present immediately captured it all on camera. Tomorrow's public opinion would undoubtedly have some harsh things to say about this scene.

But with their lives barely hanging on, who had the time to worry about what would happen tomorrow? Everyone did their best to curl up and avoid the bullets.

"Hahaha, you chased me, so taste my bullets! Hahahaha... Huh?" As the thug exclaimed in surprise, a strand of webbing drifted onto the assault rifle in his hands. A tremendous force then yanked the rifle away, smashing it onto the ground and breaking it into a pile of scattered parts.

The thug turned around, only to see a weirdo in a red bodysuit standing not far away.

That man was New York City's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

"So it's you, Spider-Man! I hate you the most." The thug slammed his fists together, then charged at Spider-Man.

The commotion he made while running was enormous. Dust billowed everywhere, and he resembled a high-powered tractor.

The result, however, was hardly surprising. Another decoration soon appeared hanging from a tall streetlamp.

At the same time, Spider-Man's signature voice rang out from the air. "I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

The thug, hanging upside down from the lamp post, shouted, "I, Alexei, will never let you off, Spider-Man!"

If Chen Changsheng had been there, he might have recognized him—or he might not have. After all, Rhino was not particularly famous. Besides, he was currently nothing more than an ordinary man who could be knocked down by a single punch from Spider-Man...

The onlookers watched the departing figure and erupted into enthusiastic cheers and whistles, all filled with their love and respect for Spider-Man.

Elsewhere, George looked at the thug hanging high from the streetlamp, waiting to be arrested, and felt not the slightest bit happy.

The thug had wreaked havoc all over the city and caused such a huge mess. As the person chiefly responsible for the incident, George would inevitably be held accountable. How to explain it was truly a problem.

Compared with Spider-Man, the NYPD looked utterly useless... George felt he could already imagine tomorrow's headline.

George was not the only one worried. The entire NYPD shared the same thought. They felt the reputation of New York's police officers was about to get even worse.

When the gloomy George returned home, he happened to see a boar rooting around a cabbage... How could he tolerate that? No pig was going to root up his family's cabbage.

"Ahem!" George coughed heavily to announce his return, deliberately making some noise with the door. It was like the eunuch's "Present your matters if you have any; if not, court is dismissed" before the emperor went to court. But what did it mean for George to play both emperor and eunuch? Did he want to be a eunuch emperor?

Chen Changsheng pretended to realize only then that George had returned. He still held Gwen's little hand and greeted him, "Ah, George, you're back. We just saw you on TV."

Chen Changsheng had noticed George's return long ago, but he had not cared. After all, when one's future father-in-law came home, how could holding his girlfriend's hand and whispering sweet nothings compare?

"I was on TV?" George was confused by Chen Changsheng's words. After thinking for a moment, he seemed unable to recall receiving any interviews recently.

Following Chen Changsheng's gesture, George looked toward the television. It was showing the NYPD fleeing in panic, hands over their heads. A close-up even captured his own miserable appearance as he crouched on the ground to dodge bullets...

This was rather awkward. George felt he had completely lost face in front of his precious daughter.

Thinking of how he had always acted like he was Gwen's greatest father in the world, George smacked his lips awkwardly before forcing out, "You two keep playing. I have some things to take care of, so I need to go back to the precinct."

George quickly turned around, locked the door, and left. Every movement flowed together seamlessly, and he was far faster than when he had arrived.

Watching George's back, Chen Changsheng and Gwen exchanged a glance. Chen Changsheng's eyes were full of amusement, while worry showed on Gwen's pretty face.

Seeing Gwen like this, Chen Changsheng fell into thought. It seemed being a police officer in New York was a little too dangerous for George.

Who knew what New York would look like in the future? All kinds of monsters and strange beings would appear one after another, and there would even be aliens. What could George's small frame do? He probably was not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

Chen Changsheng pondered whether he should strengthen George a little. That way, George could become a superhero and lose himself in it every day, while Chen Changsheng could stay home with Gwen and be lovey-dovey all day.

But when he imagined future George pounding him with a pair of iron fists, Chen Changsheng shuddered. As a father-in-law, George was better off staying a little weaker.

Alternatively, he could provide George with a group of Tyrants as subordinates. That would at least be safer than the current situation. Of course, it would not be completely safe. The Marvel world was full of all kinds of mighty beings: living planets, dimensional gods, and other unreasonable existences. Compared with them, mutated heroes were practically gentle.

It was decided. Tomorrow, he would donate a group of Tyrants to the NYPD and improve the New York police's combat strength. As the representative of the donor, it would be perfectly reasonable for Chen Changsheng to suggest that George manage those Tyrants.

During the previous Lizard People incident, Umbrella Corporation's Tyrants had already displayed their astonishing combat ability. Surely both the military and the police would be eager to get their hands on them.

The proposal for the police to establish a Tyrant assault squad was also extremely exciting. Just imagine: one day in the future, an alien portal opened and an extraterrestrial army prepared to invade Earth.

They would be facing Earth's police and law-enforcement Tyrant squads equipped with Gatlings. The image was so beautiful that Chen Changsheng hardly dared imagine it.

It was getting late. With George away, Chen Changsheng had originally planned to sleep there. In the end, Gwen still drove him out. Reluctantly leaving Gwen's house, Chen Changsheng headed home with light steps.

At this moment, it seemed everyone was immersed in their own peaceful little worlds. Only one person was facing a hail of bullets and an endless barrage of artillery fire.

That person was wearing Iron Man Armor, painted red and gold. That's right—it was yours truly, Tony Stark.

The shooting star Gwen had seen during the day had actually been Tony Stark piloting the Iron Man Armor.

During the day, Tony had flown the Iron Man Armor to distant Afghanistan. After the previous kidnapping, Tony had sworn never to set foot in Afghanistan again, but this time he had broken that vow.

That morning, Tony had opened the morning news and seen a report about a city in Afghanistan called Gumira.

Tony had heard of that city. It was Dr. Yinsen's hometown. When Tony had been held captive by terrorists in Afghanistan, Dr. Yinsen had told him more than once about his homeland and his two adorable children.

But now, that city had been seized by terrorists, and Dr. Yinsen's two daughters were nowhere to be found.

After returning to New York for so long, Tony had nearly forgotten the scientist who had once saved his life. But now, he remembered.

Tony was puzzled, too. How could he have forgotten his lifesaver? What should he do now? Tony felt he had to do something. Dr. Yinsen was already dead, and Tony absolutely could not allow anything to happen to his two daughters.

More importantly, Dr. Yinsen's death had yet to be avenged. Many of the terrorists shown on the morning news looked familiar. Thanks to Tony Stark's photographic memory, he could clearly identify several of them as the very men from the cave.

I, Tony Stark, never owe anyone a debt of gratitude. Yet I owed Yinsen one, and now I had no way to repay it. If there was anything in this world that could make me forgive myself for my failure, there was only one way: use the blood of you terrorists to comfort Yinsen's soul in heaven.

Remembering Dr. Yinsen and what had happened in Afghanistan, Tony felt he had to do something. Otherwise, he would never be able to calm the fury steadily rising in his heart.

The morning news had been live, and it had taken Tony a long time to fly from New York to Afghanistan. By the time he reached the scene, the terrorists had already fled. Tony therefore had to spend more time searching for their whereabouts.

Fortunately, heaven had not forsaken him. With directions from the locals, Tony actually tracked the terrorists to their temporary base.

There were many young children in the temporary base, while their parents had long since been driven away to who-knew-where. It seemed these terrorists had come with a purpose.

But none of that mattered anymore, because Tony Stark once again saw weapons manufactured by Stark Industries in the terrorists' camp.

The conspicuous initials of Stark Industries were printed on the ammunition. It was the greatest possible mockery of Tony. Beneath the Iron Man Armor, Tony's teeth were nearly ground to pieces. The last time, he had almost died beneath weapons manufactured by his own company. This time, he was facing the same situation again.

Tony had only one thought: quickly eliminate the terrorists here, then return to his company and investigate thoroughly who had disobeyed his orders, produced these weapons without authorization, and sold them to terrorists.

Whoever it was, Tony would make him pay the price he deserved.

A humanoid suit of armor hung motionless in the sky, far too conspicuous to miss. Before long, a group of terrorists gathered and pointed at Tony in the sky.

Even in such a poor place, there were no fools who mistook Tony for a god. After all, on Earth, flight had long since ceased to be the exclusive domain of the gods.