Aldrich Killian grew more and more agitated as he spoke, but Tony's final reply was only a simple sentence:
"You're overthinking it, bro. = ="
"What did you say?!"
Aldrich Killian glared at Tony with fury. If looks could kill, Tony would have died countless times over by now.
"I said, you're overthinking it, bro."
To accommodate Aldrich Killian's bad hearing, Tony kindly repeated himself before continuing:
"I do admit that in the field of treating disabilities, Extremis is indeed a groundbreaking piece of research. But when used as a weapon, this stuff isn't always so useful, right, bro?"
Though phrased as a question, his tone was certain.
As Tony spoke, he tapped his mechanical watch twice.
The next moment, the mechanical watch on Tony's wrist transformed into a small UFO floating in midair. A projection beam shone out from it, landing on the enormous electronic screen that covered the wall behind Aldrich Killian—the very screen he had been using to "advertise."
"What are you doing?! What did you just say?!"
Seeing Tony's sudden movement, Aldrich Killian sprang from his executive chair. His eyes narrowed, filled with both anger and vigilance.
The dozen or so red-eyed freaks surrounding Tony moved as well. The crisp sounds of guns being cocked rang out without end as more than ten black muzzles aimed at Tony's head.
The slightest unusual movement from him, or a single order from Aldrich Killian, and Tony would instantly be riddled with bullets.
Ever since Tony had followed Maya Hansen into the trap Aldrich Killian had laid for him, Aldrich Killian had seemed to hold Tony in utter contempt. In truth, however, he had been exceptionally tense.
After all, the shocking sight of Supersonic protecting Tony without a scratch from the suited man's self-destruction attack was still fresh in