The Grudge Against the Rich

Alvin dumped the old man who looked like some big shot on the ravenous media reporters. As he praised the man's courage and wisdom with a bunch of nonsense, he turned and ran toward the White House lawn, where Stark was fighting a guy named Killian.

Alvin ran over to Frank, who had volunteered to watch Stark's back. Watching Killian, who looked like a mad tiger, he shook his head with a laugh. "I always thought this guy was trouble, but now he really doesn't seem like it."

As he spoke, Alvin saw Stark hack off one of Killian's arms with a red short sword. Killian let out a pained scream. Frowning, Alvin said to Frank, "I actually feel kind of sorry for him now. He's just a nobody with no brains. What bad things did he do again?"

Frank glanced at Alvin, who was clearly starting to lose interest in the fight, and said gravely, "He tried to kidnap Pepper. He also hired a few snipers to target some kids and threaten Fox..."

Alvin was stunned for a few seconds. Then he cupped his hands around his mouth and switched on the War God No. 3's loudspeaker, shouting at Stark, "Stark, did you forget to drink your milk? My grandma could put on a better fight with her crutch! Hurry up and finish this guy off. We still have to get back for the party..."

Alvin glanced at Frank's strange expression and shrugged with a laugh. "What's wrong? Is something off?"

Frank pursed his lips, thought for a moment, then said, "I thought you'd charge in and take Killian out. Looks like you really are a little tired."

Alvin laughed and shook his head. "Being tired wouldn't stop me from cutting that guy down. It's just that Stark has