The Missing Iron Man

To be fair, William wanted to be a good Samaritan when he encountered such a situation.

However, his time was tight and his task was heavy; if he didn't deliver this last pizza quickly, he would likely be reported by the customer.

Thinking of this, William intended to make way for the thief, but unexpectedly, the thief came charging blindly and slammed into William's shoulder. William's hand loosened, and the pizza box was sent flying.

"Oh no!" William couldn't help but cry out. Watching the fresh pizza fly out of the box, he reached out to catch it, but the pizza grazed his fingers and landed on the ground.

Then, to William's further despair, after the thief knocked over his pizza, he actually stepped right on it, leaving a black shoe print on the pizza instantly.

The thief had no time to care about the pizza he had crushed; he shoved William aside and kept running forward. William stood before the pizza, silent for a moment, before a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face:

"Oh, hehehe... You are dead meat!"

In dangerous Brooklyn, such things happened often. Not to mention getting your bag snatched on the street, encountering bank robberies was quite common.

If you walked home alone at night, someone might just tail you the whole way. This place was once the area with the highest crime rate in the United States, viewed by people as the cradle of chaos, filth, and sin.

The thief was already a repeat offender, very skilled at stealing and snatching things. He hid in a deserted corner, unable to wait to open the handbag to see what good things were inside.

Just then, he heard a burst of very rapid footsteps coming from behind. He looked back and saw a young man with blonde hair sprinting toward him. This person was fast; in the blink of an eye, he had reached him.

He had never seen anyone run so fast. Could this person be an athlete?

Eh... why does the other party's face feel a bit familiar? Did I just bump into someone?

In a daze, he remembered something. He looked at the soles of his feet and saw pizza toppings covering them.

"You stop right there!" the young man roared. The thief froze for a second, then turned and ran in another direction.

The thief considered himself quite agile; everyone in this line of work had some skills.

If you were discovered stealing and wanted to escape, it was a test of stamina. He believed he had good endurance and explosive power, and it wouldn't take long to shake off this annoying guy.

But soon he realized he was wrong. The guy behind him was sticking to him like a shadow, refusing to let go!

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..." William panted heavily. In the chase just now, Sprint had entered its cooldown, so he was currently relying entirely on his own strength to pursue the thief. If it were the old William, he probably would have been shaken off by the other party long ago.

He was only one pizza away from completing his mission, yet it had been ruined by this thief. William was practically exploding with rage; he was consumed by a fury that swallowed his reason. If he caught the thief, he would tear him limb from limb!

The thief was also exhausted to the point of collapse; it was the first time he had seen someone who could run like this. How could he have known that it was the Sprint of Soldier: 76 that allowed William to catch up at the start, and now William was just gritting his teeth and hanging on?

William's speed grew slower and slower. The thief looked back and saw that he was about to shake off this annoying guy. He smiled triumphantly and even gave him the middle finger, as if mocking William: "Tsk tsk, can't keep up, huh?"

Seeing this, William was about to go insane with rage. At the same time, the cooldown for Sprint finally ended. He didn't hesitate to activate Sprint, charging forward like a gale!

"Holy crap!"

The thief couldn't believe his eyes. Wasn't that guy out of energy? How did he suddenly accelerate again? What kind of monster was he, to still have such explosive power after running for so long?

Terrified, the thief fled in a panic, watching as that person drew closer and closer.

This time, William didn't give him another chance to escape. As he reached the thief's back, he leaped into the air. One must know that in the Sprint state, jumping ability is also enhanced. His leap landed him directly in front of the thief.

"Heh heh, where do you want to run to?" William said, veins popping on his forehead as he cracked his knuckles.

The thief gulped, and the next moment, a fist appeared before his face—this was a fist of fury!

William knocked the thief to the ground, punching him in the face over and over, muttering as he did so:

"That's for being a thief!"

"That's for stepping on my pizza!"

"That's for running so fast!"

Not long after, the thief was beaten black and blue. William grabbed the man by the collar and said viciously: "Don't you ever steal again! Otherwise, every time I see you, I'll beat you, you hear me?"

The thief nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He was just a common hoodlum; where had he ever seen a monster like William? He decided never to come to Brooklyn again; this place was indeed a dangerous spot!

After driving the thief away, William couldn't find the owner of the bag. He picked it up from the ground; the zipper was already half-open, and a newspaper seemed to be sticking out. He glanced at it unintentionally and saw the words "Billionaire Missing."

William curiously pulled out the newspaper. The moment he saw the headline, his entire person went blank.

Billionaire Missing! Tony Stark Attacked by Terrorists in Afghanistan!

William was stunned at first, then began to read the news in the paper carefully:

Stark Industries CEO Tony Stark was attacked by local armed terrorists in Afghanistan while on a trip for arms sales. The armored vehicle responsible for his escort was destroyed, and over a dozen soldiers were killed in action.

Tony Stark's body was not found at the scene, and his whereabouts remain unknown. Currently, no terrorist organization has claimed responsibility for this incident...

"Tony Stark."

William murmured the name. Tony Stark was born into a wealthy family and was a typical overbearing CEO. Aside from being a rich kid who loved wine and women, he also possessed extraordinary intelligence and talent.

He graduated from MIT and was the CEO of Stark Industries. He controlled tens of billions in assets while still young, with wealth that could rival a nation.

Of course, you should be more familiar with his other name--Iron Man!

After a life-and-death crisis, Tony Stark conceived the idea of saving the world. He used his intelligence and talent to create a high-tech suit. This Iron Man suit allowed him to be invulnerable and capable of flying through the skies and burrowing into the earth.

He became a guardian of the people under the identity of "Iron Man," engaging in fierce battles against various evil forces. He joined the Avengers, working tirelessly alongside superheroes like Captain America, Hulk, and Thor to maintain world peace.

However, the current Tony Stark was not yet Iron Man; he was merely a very wealthy ordinary person. If William remembered correctly, Iron Man didn't go missing—he was kidnapped by terrorists.

Wait a minute. Iron Man, Tony Stark. Does that mean he transmigrated into... the Marvel world??