Enthusiastic Tony

An invisible transport plane floated above San Francisco, with Princess Shuri of Wakanda busy at a computer.

Originally, T'Chaka had only planned to hire mercenaries in secret, but when his daughter Shuri hacked into the US military system and found a report, he couldn't sit still.

He had originally thought that the Black Panther in San Francisco's physical fitness barely met the standards after taking the Heart-Shaped Herb. While he posed a threat, it wasn't significant, especially since they had Vibranium armor.

Who knew this guy could actually evolve!

Was that even reasonable?

What superpower in this world could evolve on its own?

Didn't everyone rely on equipment!

Realizing Will Fortson's potential, T'Chaka had no choice but to personally bring his daughter to kill him.

Shuri looked up and said to T'Chaka, "Father, I've found the location of the Fortson family."

"Send it to those mercenaries," T'Chaka said without hesitation.

Those who achieve great things are not bound by minor details. Currently, Will Fortson was in the military, and it was impossible for a single team of mercenaries to infiltrate a US military base. To force him out, they needed to use some tactics.

Soon, a team of mercenaries, who had arrived in San Francisco in batches under legal identities, received the news from their employer.

Hazak, the leader of the mercenaries, immediately rallied his men: "The boss has sent word, let's move out!"

The group quickly got dressed, fully armed, and boarded three black commercial vans.

Of course, they couldn't bring weapons through airport security, but this was America. What weapons couldn't be bought?

"We'll split into three groups. One group will go capture the target's mother, another will capture his sister, and I'll personally lead a team to capture his girlfriend..."

"Boss, that's a nigger!" a teammate in the same car immediately teased, "Can you handle that?"

"You don't understand, a nigger's skin is very smooth and supple!" Hazak said with a sweet, enigmatic smile.

"Act fast, then meet at the rendezvous point."

Will Fortson's relatives were just ordinary people, how could they resist these experienced mercenaries?

At ten o'clock at night, Will Fortson, who was at a southern air force base, received a call from his mother.

"Is this Mr. Fortson?" Hazak asked with a smile.

"Who are you?" Will Fortson was startled. "Where is my mother?"

"Don't worry, your mother, sister, and girlfriend are all safe." As he spoke, Hazak held the phone to each of their mouths.

"Will, hurry and save us!"

"Mom!" Will's expression changed drastically at the sound of his mother's voice.

"Mr. Fortson, our demands are very simple. As long as you return to San Francisco immediately, they will be safe," Hazak stated his purpose.

"You only have two hours, so hurry!"

After speaking, the call was hung up.

"Bastards!" Will Fortson roared.

"What's going on?" Rhodey walked over.

They were in a warehouse at the air force base. In the distance, there was a batch of weapons and equipment, and a man wearing a protective hat was busy working, sparks flying everywhere.

This person was the genius weapons designer Tony Stark. Yesterday, his friend Rhodey had invited him back to the air force base. After hearing the Air Force's requests and seeing the "Project Falcon" plan, Tony had gained a lot of inspiration.

Although Tony was a playboy, he was also a pure scientist. Once an interesting idea popped into his head, he couldn't help but immediately throw himself into work, forgetting to eat or sleep.

This was why he stayed at the air force base and quickly got to work. Otherwise, even if he accepted the job out of respect for his friend, he wouldn't have started immediately. He would have waited until he had free time after returning to New York.

Tony's schedule was very full, alright?

Rhodey's suggestion yesterday had sparked Tony's thoughts on external armor, so he took the opportunity to create a simple armor for Will Fortson and put his inspirations into practice.

While Tony was engrossed in his work, Will and Rhodey started arguing.

"What are you joking about?" Rhodey reprimanded. "How can the base let you fly a helicopter to downtown San Francisco?"

"My mother and sister have been kidnapped!" Will was in a panic. "They demand I get there within two hours, or they'll kill them."

"If your family is kidnapped, you should call the police..."

Rhodey's words were interrupted by Will's cold laugh: "Have you forgotten the conflict between the San Francisco police and me? They won't save anyone! They'll just collect bodies!"

"This..." Rhodey was speechless.

American soldiers generally had no good feelings towards the police, and especially since he was also a dark-skinned person, he was well aware of the unspoken rules within the police force. Police in various places were often indifferent to cases involving victims of color.

"I have to get to San Francisco immediately, or my family will be dead!" Will rushed towards the warehouse door, disregarding everything.

Even if leaving the military camp without permission violated military discipline, he didn't care. Today, even if he transformed, he would force his way out.

"Hey!" Tony, who was at the workbench, took off his protective hat and shouted at Will, "Your toy is ready. Don't you want to try it out?"

"Maybe it can help you get to San Francisco quickly..."

The latter sentence immediately changed Will's direction, and he rushed towards Tony.

"Tony!" Rhodey, who was standing at a distance, walked over with a stern face.

"Of course, we have to test the equipment after it's made, don't we?" Tony said as if it were obvious. "What better way to test a weapon's power than in actual combat?"

"Where is it?" Will asked, extremely anxious.

"Happy, come help," Tony called out to his "producer buddy."

The two first lifted a backpack and fitted it onto Will, then helped him put on metal guards for his hands and feet.

Tony pointed to a button on the belt and said to Will, "Press this switch, and metal wings will pop out from the sides of the backpack, and straps and the belt will deploy armor to protect your chest and abdomen."

"All the metal plates have a certain tension, so they won't restrict you when you transform..."

Tony explained the details of the equipment to Will in great detail.

"If you want to fly faster, you can activate the thrusters on your hands and feet, but that requires a certain degree of coordination. Since you could adapt to a panther's body, your coordination shouldn't be bad."

After putting on the gear, Will couldn't wait to rush out of the warehouse, activate the equipment, and soar into the sky.

At first, he wasn't used to it, wobbling in the air and almost crashing down. Later, he made minor adjustments to his movements and finally took off successfully.

He immediately flew towards the northern sky.

After reporting to his superiors and notifying the radar department at the base in advance, Rhodey walked over to Tony, smiling. "It's rare to see you so enthusiastic. I can tell you genuinely want to help him."

"How can I stop a child from saving his parents?" Tony's expression suddenly turned somber, filled with endless emotion.

Rhodey, knowing his friend's past, reached out and patted his shoulder.

Lin Hao, who had been observing all of this through Will Fortson's soul, suddenly imprinted his voice into Will's mind.

"Kid, where you're going is a trap," the Demon Lord's voice was still ethereal and indifferent, carrying a condescending casualness.

"If you don't want to die, go find some help at this place first."

A location suddenly appeared in Will Fortson's mind: the S.H.I.E.L.D. Los Angeles branch, located in downtown Los Angeles.

He didn't know what this place was, but since it was the Demon Lord's command, Will naturally followed it religiously.

So, he slightly shifted his direction and flew towards the city of Los Angeles.