The military really had suffered devastating losses this time. All its military satellites had been destroyed, several nuclear bases had been wiped out, and an entire carrier fleet had sunk into the sea.
After roughly tallying the figures, the president and the generals couldn't help cursing. Damn that Enchantress. Damn that Amanda.
Tony, on the other hand, was rather pleased, because the military would definitely buy new military satellites from him. When the time came, he could secretly tamper with them to deploy his own global defense system.
Tony didn't expect those satellites to stop aliens, but at the very least, he needed to know when they arrived.
There was no need to dwell on the subsequent cleanup, disaster relief, and battlefield recovery. Andrew briefly took stock of his gains.
He hadn't gained all that much this time: Enchantress and her brother, a large amount of reputation, and fear force.
"There wasn't much, but every gain was important. And now that I have Enchantress, that reputation will come in handy right away."
Diana hadn't objected. After all, her boyfriend was working overtime for the world's safety, and she liked hardworking men.
"Tony, help me sort out Deadshot's situation. And take care of the loose ends with the Suicide Squad for me, too."
After settling things with Diana, Andrew spoke to Tony over his communicator. Tony replied, "No problem. Leave it to me. It's nothing."
For a major capitalist like Tony, it really was nothing.
Half a month later.
On a private island in the Pacific Ocean, Tony, clad in his Battle Suit, descended onto the helipad with a bang in a superhero landing.
Andrew quipped, "Hasn't anyone ever told you that landing like that is murder on your knees?"
"With my shock absorption system, the damage is negligible."
Tony put