The Military had truly suffered devastating losses this time. Its military satellites had all been destroyed, several nuclear bases had been wiped out, and an entire carrier fleet had sunk into the sea.
After doing a rough tally, the president and the generals could not help cursing up a storm. Damn Enchantress. Damn Amanda.
Tony, on the other hand, was rather pleased. The Military would definitely buy new military satellites from him, and he could secretly tamper with them to establish his own global defense system.
Tony did not expect those satellites to stop aliens, but at the very least, he wanted to know when they arrived.
There was little need to dwell on the subsequent cleanup, disaster relief, and battlefield recovery. Andrew took a quick inventory of his gains.
He had not 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, the reputation can be put to use right away."
Andrew nodded, then turned to Diana. "Darling, I'll be working overtime for a while. Once I'm done, we can continue our trip around the world."
"All right."
Diana did not object. After all, her boyfriend was working overtime for the sake of world security. She liked diligent men.
"Tony, help me sort out Deadshot's situation. And take care of the loose ends with the Suicide Squad, too."
For a major capitalist like Tony, those really were trivial matters.
Half a month later.
On a private island in the Pacific Ocean, Tony, clad in his Battle Suit, landed on the helipad with a superhero landing and a loud bang.
Andrew quipped, "Has no one ever told you that landing like that is murder on your knees?"
"With