Boom!!
Along with those words, the owner of that palm pressed down hard.
Tony's body plunged downward, JARVIS's alarms blaring nonstop inside his helmet.
His mind was still turning over the question of who "he" was when a chubby hand reached down from above with a blast of air pressure, grabbing for him.
"..."
Shit, why was Giant Baby here!?
Tony was utterly baffled. And besides, those three F-22 fighter jets had gone down way too fast.
Something must have happened in that instant, but unfortunately, he had been talking to Peter and missed it at just the wrong moment!
Unlike him, a certain room inside the White House was dead silent. The president and the senior officials stood there like dead fish.
Staring fixedly at the image on the television, Mr. President took several ragged breaths and pointed at the screen.
"Wasn't his ability gravity? Wasn't the radius fifty meters? What the hell is going on? Can any of you tell me?!"
"Mr. President, we know too little about Giant Baby. No matter what happens, it wouldn't be surprising."
A balding big shot glanced at him, shook his head, and sighed.
"That's right, we know too little..."
"We were careless. Oh, right, who was it just now who suggested that Mr. President have the pilots move in close to attack?"
Someone echoed in a low voice, while someone else threw out the question.
"..."
The president's face flushed crimson from holding it in. He was furious. Hadn't he only been just a tiny bit confident of victory and told the pilots to get a little closer to shoot?
They had to get closer. They couldn't just let Giant Baby keep chasing the planes around forever, could they? What about New York? Was it supposed to turn into a pile