Ace of Aces

In a villa on the coast of Malibu, Tony Stark was pouring all his energy into creating his Iron Suit.

Even though Tony had been rescued by Saitama this time, and the aura of Saitama's punch was directly imprinted in his mind, it was precisely because he had witnessed the existence of such power that Tony's desire for power grew even stronger.

The Iron Suit was an escape tool Tony had wanted to build when he was captured. Although Saitama's appearance foiled his escape plan, and the first-generation Mark suit was never even completed, the concept had long been established.

So, after Tony returned, he almost threw himself wholeheartedly into the creation of the Iron Suit. Only this way could Tony feel secure.

Honestly, if possible, Tony would probably feel safer with Saitama as his bodyguard. But Saitama, who had already pocketed a hundred million dollars, would hardly come to be his bodyguard. Therefore, the sense of security Tony lacked naturally had to be compensated by the Iron Suit he personally created.

"Very well, Jarvis, initiate takeoff." Both of Tony's feet and arms were already covered by mechanical parts.

"Sir, they haven't been tested yet. I believe you should proceed step by step."

"Your 'step by step' is for ordinary people. And who am I? Tony Stark. So while others are learning to walk, I can skip straight to flying. Take off."

"Yes, sir."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tony smashed through two walls, wrecked several cars, and finally fell to the ground, bruised and battered.

In Hell's Kitchen, Bullseye, with a target painted on his forehead, had returned.

When he left, Bullseye had to be carried away. Now, he walked back on his own two feet.

Bullseye shifted his shoulders, feeling his body as if it were brand new, and couldn't help but grin.

Originally, Bullseye's fractured spine only needed to be repaired. But after witnessing the strength and power of Adamantium, and then thinking about how he had almost been beaten to death with no chance to fight back against the Invisible Man, becoming crippled, Bullseye became ruthless and directly demanded that all the bones in his body be replaced with this Adamantium.

Bullseye's decision undoubtedly increased his chances of death. But Bullseye, who was ruthless to others, was even more ruthless to himself. He didn't care at all about whether he would fail or die if he did. What he pursued was only powerful strength. He needed immense power for revenge.

Bullseye had been active for so many years, and he had never suffered such a loss. No, to be precise, before this, he had never suffered any loss at all.

With his innate talent, he could turn anything into a deadly projectile. Before the appearance of superheroes, he was almost like a crab, scuttling around unchecked. Now, to suffer such a significant loss right at the start, one could imagine Bullseye's state of mind.

He even recalled how, just moments before, he had been boasting that the Invisible Man was no match for him, and then in the next moment, without even a chance to react, he had been crippled with a single punch. The contrast was too great, too immense, to the point that Bullseye simply couldn't accept it.

Therefore, in order to get revenge, Bullseye, risking a very high mortality rate, directly replaced all the bones in his entire body with Adamantium, even replacing his entire skull, which was the most dangerous part.

It could be said that the current Bullseye, apart from not having super regenerative abilities, was practically a mutant Wolverine.

"I'm back. Invisible Man, hehe, I will make you pay back everything you did to me, tenfold. I will crush every bone in your body, little by little." Bullseye clenched his fist fiercely. The immense strength from his metallic bones made the muscles in his hand ache.

Bullseye couldn't help but frown. Because Adamantium was too strong, the endurance of his muscles seemed insufficient. His muscles had even become a hindrance to the Adamantium.

If the full power of the Adamantium were unleashed, the flesh and blood in his hands would be crushed into meat paste.

"Damn it, why can only bones be modified, but not muscles? If both bones and muscles, even skin, could be modified, my strength would definitely increase even more." Bullseye mused greedily.

Bullseye's return caused Kingpin's subordinates to resurface. Businesses such as drug trafficking and arms dealing began to operate again. Especially this time, Kingpin had also partnered with Madame Gao. The situation in Hell's Kitchen was now even worse than before.

Matt frowned. He heard a lot of news, not just because of his super hearing, which could clearly pick up the sounds of a man and woman engaged in some activity in a building a kilometer away. It was also because Kingpin's subordinates were acting with impunity, showing no intention of hiding themselves.

"Kingpin's subordinates have suddenly become so brazen. Something special must have happened. Damn Kingpin. It seems I need to discuss this with Saitama and go out again. But those people from the special department are still watching me, and they might even be watching Saitama. That's also a problem." Matt frowned, contemplating his next move.

Matt even considered whether he should go out alone to avoid implicating Saitama and exposing him to the special department.

While Matt was contemplating acting alone to avoid implicating Saitama, Saitama was actually already running all over New York.

Saitama was, after all, a hero. The things he considered were actually very simple: doing what a hero should do. As for whether he would be caught by the special department, he didn't consider those things at all.

Phil Coulson frowned, his expression particularly grave.

"Director, Saitama is definitely a very formidable agent. I even suspect he might be an Ace specially trained by that Eastern Great Nation, or even an Ace among Aces. His stealth abilities are too strong. I've tried every method, but I can't track him at all. Every time, we only see his figure near his home. Once we try to track him, he completely shakes us off. This ability, I believe, is something even our Level 10 S.H.I.E.L.D. agents cannot achieve."

Nick Fury listened to Phil Coulson's description, frowned, interlaced his fingers under his chin, and his expression grew increasingly serious. "Saitama, what exactly does he want to do? What orders is he carrying out?"

ps: Seeking recommendations, collections, and tips. Just a few more collections and we'll reach a thousand. It's truly not easy. I hope Friday will bring a good recommendation slot. After all, it's over a hundred thousand words.

It's also bad luck. The first signed contract was lost, so I had to mail another one, which delayed the recommendation by two weeks.