Tony Stark's Revenge

The response to the NYPD's call for surrender was a burst of bullets, forcing the police officers to duck for cover. The projectiles struck the police car, sending sparks flying.

In a short time, the police car was nearly wrecked. Meanwhile, the criminals, arrogantly holding their rifles, fired indiscriminately in all directions, their presence completely dominating the NYPD officers on the scene.

The officers' desperate attempts to dodge bullets while lying on the ground were immediately captured by the media present. It was clear that tomorrow's public opinion would not be kind.

However, with their lives on the line, no one had the mental energy to worry about what would happen tomorrow. Everyone was doing their best to curl up and avoid the hail of bullets.

"Haha, you chased me, didn't you? Taste my bullets! Hahahahaha... Huh?" Amidst the robber's surprised exclamation, a strand of webbing shot out, latching onto the assault rifle in his hand. Then, an immense force ripped the rifle from his grasp, sending it crashing to the ground, where it shattered into pieces.

The robber turned to look, only to see a strange figure clad in a red, form-fitting suit standing not far away.

This was Spider-Man, the good friend of New York's citizens.

"So it's you, Spider-Man! I hate you the most." After saying that, the robber slammed his fists together and charged at Spider-Man.

His charge was accompanied by a great commotion, kicking up dust like a high-horsepower tractor.

But the outcome was as expected: another decoration was added to the tall streetlamp.

Simultaneously, Spider-Man's iconic voice echoed from above, "I am your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

The robber, hanging upside down from the lamppost, shouted, "I, Alexey, will never forgive you, Spider-Man!"

If Chen Changsheng were present, he might or might not have known who he was. After all, the Rhino wasn't that famous, especially now that he was just an ordinary person who could be taken down by Spider-Man with one punch...

The onlookers watching the retreating figure erupted in enthusiastic cheers and whistles, filled with admiration and respect for Spider-Man.

Meanwhile, watching the robber dangling from the lamppost, awaiting capture, George couldn't bring himself to be happy.

The robber had caused so much destruction in the city, and as the primary person in charge of this incident, he would inevitably be held accountable. How to explain it was a real problem.

And compared to Spider-Man, the NYPD seemed utterly incompetent... George felt he could already imagine tomorrow's headlines.

This wasn't just George's worry; the entire NYPD shared this sentiment. They felt their reputation in New York would only get worse.

A dejected George returned home, only to witness a wild boar rooting around in his cabbage patch... How could he stand for that? His own cabbage couldn't be molested by a pig.

"Cough, cough!" George coughed loudly, signaling his return and making some noise with the door. It felt like the eunuch's announcement before the emperor's court session, "Report if you have matters, retire if you don't," except George was doing both the emperor's and the eunuch's jobs. What was the point? Did he want to be a eunuch emperor?

Chen Changsheng feigned a delayed reaction, his hand still holding Gwen's small one. He greeted her, "Ah, George, you're back. We were just watching you on TV."

Chen Changsheng had noticed George's return long ago but hadn't paid it much mind. After all, with his father-in-law back, what could be more enjoyable than holding his girlfriend's hand and whispering sweet nothings?

"I was on TV?" George was confused by Chen Changsheng's words. He thought back, and it seemed he hadn't received any interview requests recently.

Following Chen Changsheng's gesture, George looked at the television. The screen was showing the NYPD scrambling in disarray, and his own embarrassing image of him cowering on the ground to avoid bullets was featured in a close-up...

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

Thinking of how Gwen had always seen him as her greatest father, George dryly smacked his lips and then said with difficulty, "You guys have fun. I have some things to take care of back at the precinct."

George quickly turned, locked the door, and left, all actions executed in one fluid motion, much faster than when he arrived.

Watching George's retreating figure, Chen Changsheng and Gwen exchanged a glance. Chen Changsheng's eyes were full of amusement, while a hint of worry clouded Gwen's beautiful face.

Seeing Gwen's concern, Chen Changsheng mused that perhaps George's job as a police officer in New York was too risky.

The future of New York was truly unpredictable, with all sorts of strange beings appearing, even aliens. What could George, with his small frame, do? He probably wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder.

Chen Changsheng pondered, Perhaps I should give George some enhancements. Then he could be a superhero, indulging in it day after day, and I could spend my days being lovey-dovey with Gwen at home.

But the thought of George in the future, punching him with iron fists, sent a shiver down Chen Changsheng's spine. It was better for fathers-in-law to be a bit weaker.

Or perhaps he could provide George with a squad of Tyrants as subordinates. That would be safer than his current situation, though not entirely safe, given that the Marvel universe was filled with all sorts of powerful beings, from living planets to dimensional gods. Compared to those incomprehensible entities, mutated heroes were quite tame.

Decision made: Tomorrow, I'll donate a batch of Tyrants to the NYPD to boost their combat effectiveness. And as the representative of the donor, it would be reasonable to suggest George manage these Tyrants.

In the previous Lizard People incident, Umbrella's Tyrants had already demonstrated their formidable combat capabilities. Chen Changsheng was sure that both the military and the police would be eager to acquire them.

The idea of the police forming a Tyrant assault squad struck Chen Changsheng as particularly explosive. He imagined a future day when an alien portal opened, and an alien army prepared to invade Earth.

What would they face? The Earth's police and law enforcement teams equipped with Gatling-equipped Tyrants. The scene was too magnificent for Chen Changsheng to even imagine.

It was getting late, and with George not home, Chen Changsheng had planned to sleep over. But Gwen eventually kicked him out. Reluctantly leaving Gwen's house, Chen Changsheng walked briskly towards his own home.

At this moment, it seemed everyone was immersed in their own peaceful world, while only one person was facing a storm of bullets and artillery fire.

This person was clad in Iron Man armor, painted in gold and red. If you guessed it was me, Tony Stark, you'd be correct.

The meteor Gwen saw during the day was Tony Stark, piloting the Iron Man armor.

During the day, Tony had flown his Iron Man armor to distant Afghanistan. After his last kidnapping incident, Tony had sworn never to set foot in Afghanistan again, but this time he had broken his promise.

This morning, when Tony turned on the morning news, he saw a report about a city called Gumira in Afghanistan.

Tony had heard of that city; it was Dr. Ethan's hometown. While imprisoned by terrorists in Afghanistan, Tony had heard Dr. Ethan recount stories of his homeland and his two adorable children countless times.

But now that city had been overrun by terrorists, and Dr. Ethan's daughters were missing.

Having been back in New York for so long, Tony had almost forgotten the scientist who had once saved his life, but now he remembered.

Tony was also puzzled as to why he could forget his savior. What should he do now? Tony felt he needed to do something. Dr. Ethan was dead, and Tony absolutely could not allow anything to happen to his children.

More importantly, Dr. Ethan's revenge had yet to be exacted. Among the terrorists on TV this morning were many familiar faces. With Tony Stark's photographic memory, he could clearly identify several of them as the same group from the cave.

I, Tony Stark, never owe anyone anything, except Dr. Ethan, and I still have no way to repay him. If there is any way in this world that can allow me to forgive my mistake, there is only one: to use the blood of you terrorists to comfort Dr. Ethan's soul in heaven.

Recalling Dr. Ethan and his experience in Afghanistan, Tony felt he should do something, otherwise, he could not calm his increasingly enraged heart.

The morning news was live, and it took Tony a very long time to fly from New York to Afghanistan. By the time he arrived, the terrorists had already fled. Therefore, Tony had to spend some more time searching for the terrorists' whereabouts.

Fortunately, heaven had eyes, and with the guidance of the locals, Tony actually tracked down the terrorists' temporary base.

At the temporary base, there were many young children, and their parents had long since been driven away to who knows where. It seemed these terrorists had come with a purpose.

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

Those munitions were conspicuously marked with the abbreviation of Stark Industries, a huge irony for Tony. Beneath the Iron Man Armor, Tony's teeth were almost grinding to dust. Last time, he had nearly died by weapons produced by his own company, and this time he was facing the same situation again.

Tony had only one thought at the moment: to quickly deal with the terrorists here, then return to his company and investigate thoroughly who had disobeyed his orders to produce these weapons privately and sell them to terrorists.

No matter who it was, Tony would make them pay the price they deserved.

A humanoid armor hung motionless in the sky, far too conspicuous. Before long, a group of terrorists gathered, pointing and chattering at Tony in the sky.

Even in such a poor place, there wasn't a fool who mistook Tony for a god. After all, on Earth, flight was no longer the exclusive domain of deities.