"The livestream is about to begin. Everyone, get into position!"
Over the radio, Killian issued his orders forcefully, then bent down to instruct the director on how to switch the camera feeds.
Suddenly, gunfire rang out.
Killian looked toward the sound, but in the pitch-black night, he could not see the intruder.
But he knew Tony had arrived...
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Perfect timing."
Rhodey was still complaining that Tony should not have wasted all the pistol rounds like that.
This was not armor, with such abundant weapon reserves.
"I miss my suit!"
Thinking of his Iron Patriot, Rhodey knew that against so many enemies, a single pistol was obviously not enough to crush them.
"That's right. We need backup..."
Tony looked toward the horizon with an amused expression.
Several points of light appeared there one after another, followed by the overlapping roar of thrusters drawing closer.
Su Ming and Rhodey saw them as well. Rhodey's expression gradually froze.
"Those are..."
"That's right!"
"All of them?"
"Merry Christmas, brother..."
Amid Tony's slightly proud voice, every Mark suit in storage came rushing in to provide support.
From Mark 8 to Mark 41, all thirty-four suits deployed at once.
They hovered in a circle above the drilling platform, awaiting orders with an overwhelming presence.
Su Ming looked at the brand-new suits of armor overhead and licked his lips.
A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
Surrounded by the suits, Tony looked like the conductor of a symphony orchestra. He strode forward with his head held high and both arms raised.
His bold, heroic mood instantly reached its peak.
He ordered JARVIS to locate everyone carrying the Extremis Virus, and the Hammerhead Shark Armor swiftly locked onto them through thermal imaging.
"Christmas is here. Send them to Heaven!"
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