Before the Battle

Fang Bie weighed the lightsaber in his hand, which felt as light as a feather, and sighed with emotion, "I never imagined that in this lifetime, I would actually get to use something so sci-fi!"

"The things from your world are far more sci-fi than anything I've built!" Tony said with a smile. He had arranged for Pepper to stay in the lowest-level laboratory, and now, this was a battle led by the four men.

At this moment, upstairs, a group of mercenaries was still aggressively closing in from the doorway. However, they all knew how many unpredictable weapons this genius inventor, who had built his fortune on arms dealing, kept in his villa, so they were extremely cautious in every move they made.

Obadiah, however, was still carrying on with his long-winded speech, "Tony, when I ordered the hit on you, I thought I was killing a golden goose, but it seems you've brought back another goose for me!"

"You shut down the weapons trade at Stark Industries, ushered in a brand-new era of energy, and even released this thing called a smartphone! I really find it hard to bring myself to kill you!"

Obadiah rambled on, taking a sonic paralysis device from his hand and placing it gently on the table in front of him. In his mind, these people were still hiding behind the sofa, only a few meters away.

He felt victory was almost in his grasp, which was why he had the time to say his final words, "After laying such a golden egg, you two can both be on your way! Don't worry, I will make sure your deaths are remembered by the world!"

"Remember this sonic paralysis device you invented? It's a pity it didn't pass review and couldn't be mass-produced, but it's more than enough to deal with you!"

Obadiah was, of course, not just trash-talking while holding the advantage; he was buying time for his device to initialize.

Everyone present was a smart person; they wouldn't let him activate the device without interference, especially since this was Tony's home—a place with security measures that ranked among the top three in the world.

"Hum!" A harsh, piercing electronic noise rang out. All the mercenaries put on ear protectors to block out the sound.

Obadiah had also long since put on smart voice-recognition earplugs, easily keeping the sound out of his ears. He waved his hand at the mercenaries, and the group quickly swarmed forward.

"Haha! Let's see Tony and his genius little friend, as well as our lovely Ms. Potts, and of course, this persistent agent..." Obadiah said arrogantly, brandishing the sonic paralysis device in his hand.

"Report, Mr. Stane, they are gone!" a mercenary reported to him at the right moment. Several men brutally overturned the sofa, but the people who had just been hiding behind it had already vanished.

All that remained was a standing steel plate and a hole behind it large enough for a person to pass through.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. A flush of unnatural red crept across Obadiah's rough face. Everyone's voices abruptly vanished, and the air suddenly turned silent.

In this atmosphere, they failed to notice that the hole didn't have a single trace of industrial finishing; it looked as if it had just been punched out, and the smooth cross-section still showed the friction marks left by the material.

"Search! Find them for me! I want to know the true core content of the smartphone and the reactor on his chest! Dead or alive!" Obadiah roared like a bristled hedgehog, shoving the soldiers around him frantically.

The microphone in his hand also crackled to life, "Seal off all paths in the surrounding area for me! Don't let a single fly in or out, even if the sky falls, you hold the line!"

Having completely dropped his mask, the amiable smile and kind demeanor he usually wore were gone. His eyes were bloodshot, and his appearance was hideous.

"Put these earplugs on. This sound wave will completely destroy your nervous system's response, cause varicose veins, and leave you unable to move for at least 15 minutes. If he gets control of us, we'll truly be lambs for the slaughter!" Tony took several mechanical earplugs from a cabinet nearby and handed them to them, "Now, it's time for us to fight back!"

"I'll go add a little surprise for them!" Fang Bie walked off without looking back. The hole upstairs still remained, though he had tightly sealed it with a few stones. Now, it was time to add some ingredients for these people!

"Leave the mercenaries to me. Just give me a gun and enough ammunition!" Coulson had also lost his usual gentle gaze, replaced by a grim and terrifying look.

No matter how peaceful and kind Coulson appeared on the surface, his true identity was a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Within the entire organization, there were very few who had reached his position.

He was actually one of the direct successors to the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and his skills as an agent weren't gained through negotiations, but were truly carved out in battle after battle!

"Jarvis, report the positions of these people to them!" Tony said casually to the air, waved his lightsaber, and headed down to the laboratory below.

"Tony? What are you going to do now?" Fang Bie asked, puzzled. He had just finished booby-trapping the hole and was preparing to go with Coulson to eliminate the mercenaries upstairs.

"The entire mountain is surrounded. We must have reinforcements!" Tony pointed to a screen that had appeared on the wall. The cameras, hidden in unknown locations, clearly showed the grim and terrifying guards stationed all over the mountain.

"No need. You can stay here safely. As long as I don't send out a message within 10 minutes, someone will come looking for me!" Coulson smiled faintly, "Just ensure your own safety; there are others who will deal with these people outside for us!"

"Alright then!" Fang Bie had already activated the lightsaber in his hand, its silvery-blue glow revealing itself in the air, "It's been a long time since I've had to move, I wonder if I've gotten rusty!"

His physique was completely different from that of an ordinary person. In that other world, he could easily leap down from stones several meters high and engage in direct combat with those immensely strong zombies. He didn't even know where his own limits lay.

Having spent so much time in this world, if Fang Bie hadn't wanted to experience true high technology and witness the birth of Iron Man with his own eyes, he probably would have found an excuse to go back long ago.

Now that the threat had arrived, rather than sitting and waiting for death, it was better to nip the threat in the bud!

"Obadiah cannot be allowed to get his hands on these things! He is already constantly selling weapons to terrorist organizations. If he really gets his hands on this technology, he will cause panic throughout the entire world!"

Tony was the only one who truly understood the situation. He clearly knew what kind of massive power the world would face if a new form of energy were truly used for destruction!