Ah Da~~

Obadiah Stane, one of Stark Industries' founding veterans, was Howard Stark's friend and business partner.

After Howard's death, he became a mentor to his son, Tony Stark.

For thirty years, he had painstakingly built up the company, watching Stark Industries grow stronger and stronger while dollars flowed like water into the Starks' pockets.

Not to mention how Time Magazine constantly dragged Tony over for headlines and cover shoots.

The brat had even taken the opportunity to sleep with nearly every cover girl from Motto Magazine...

Everything Tony enjoyed now gradually threw Obadiah off balance:

"These should all have been mine~! Mine!!"

A thought gradually took root in Obadiah's heart—kill Tony and take his place.

That thought became impossible to suppress after Tony returned from Afghanistan and willfully announced the shutdown of all Stark Industries weapons research, development, and sales.

Tony Stark had made a fortune, and now he would not even let others have a sip of the soup!

Cutting off someone's source of income was like murdering their parents!

Obadiah decided to act.

Just as he had painstakingly built the invincible armor and was finally about to deliver Tony a fatal blow, a bounty hunter suddenly interfered.

The missiles and Gatling Guns he took such pride in were utterly useless before this man.

Even the high-strength armor built at enormous expense was like papier-mâché beneath the man's seemingly effortless fists.

He could not win! He really could not win...

He should have killed Tony when he dug out his reactor.

"When did they get together?"

Battered and bruised, Obadiah had no choice but to negotiate with him. He offered a high price and even mercifully canceled the kill order he had previously posted at the Underground Exchange.

"What more do you want from me?"

Obadiah's pride and self-respect were ultimately deeply wounded by Su Ming's casual rejection...

The unwillingness and resentment in his heart erupted into blazing fury:

"You're playing with me!? Fine—I'll make you pay!"

With a roar, Obadiah activated the missile system he had prepared long ago.

Multiple missile bays opened across Iron Monger's torso and limbs. More than a dozen missiles blasted out amid fire and smoke, shooting toward Su Ming from different angles.

Spider-Sense instantly sounded the alarm. The feeling of being locked onto by missiles made Su Ming's skin tighten.

"So when the deal falls through, you flip the table?"

Su Ming sneered at Obadiah's inability to take a loss.

"I hate bastards like you who turn hostile at the slightest disagreement. No finesse at all."

Yet his movements did not pause in the slightest. Throwing knives flew repeatedly from his hands as his body flickered through the air, tracing irregular arcs.

Su Ming admitted that those missiles were highly advanced. Even with his windlike movement technique leaving no trace to follow, the dozen missiles still clung tightly to him without interfering with one another.

The imagined sight of missiles colliding and exploding never appeared.

Watching the missiles draw closer and closer,

Su Ming thought that taking a burst from a Gatling Gun had already been generous enough. There was no need to take these oversized things too...

After all, his formal suit was already in tatters. If the missiles blew him up too—strolling naked through New York was illegal.

When he inadvertently spotted the Stark Industries logo painted on the missiles, Su Ming's eyes lit up.

He knew that symbol all too well. Back when he looted battlefields, that pattern represented wealth!

The system promptly displayed an appraisal notification:

[Griffin Missile (Launched) → Appraised at $30,000]

A bold idea appeared in Su Ming's mind.

Su Ming focused his mind and calmed his breathing, pushing his Spider-Sense to its limit. After pausing slightly in midair, he flashed to the side of a missile.

Just as the missile detected the change in its target's position and was about to adjust accordingly,

Su Ming placed his hand on its cold metal casing:

"Exchange."

[Exchange successful! +$30,000. Account balance: $224,515,000]

The missile in his hand turned around, then instantly transformed into a cloud of smoke and vanished.

Su Ming cried out in delight and repeated the trick, becoming a dancer on the edge of a blade as he flickered back and forth among the remaining missiles.

Obadiah felt as though he were witnessing the most horrifying scene in the world.

The chain explosions he had expected never came. The bounty hunter darted around as nimbly as a fly, as though he were toying with the missiles behind him.

Those were missiles!! Motherfucker...!~

Even more absurdly, the missile swarm he had launched disappeared into thin air one after another in Su Ming's hands!

It made Obadiah deeply question whether the world he lived in still worshipped science.

"You're not human!... You're a devil!

"You destroyed everything! I... Ah!!!!"

Obadiah stared in terror, unable to accept what was happening before his eyes.

But there was no turning back once the arrow left the bow. From the moment he had personally dug out Tony's reactor, he had lost all avenues of retreat.

There had to be an outcome today.

Knowing he had no chance of winning, Obadiah gradually descended into madness. He activated the reactor's self-destruct sequence, pushed the thrusters to maximum, and accelerated toward Su Ming.

"Damn bounty hunter, you keep ruining my plans. Today, you die!..."

Su Ming was feeling wonderful. Exchanging more than a dozen missiles had brought several hundred thousand more dollars into his account.

The feeling of taking a job without delaying his own profits intoxicated him.

Then Spider-Sense went wild with warnings.

With every hair on his body standing on end, Su Ming instantly realized he was about to face his gravest crisis yet.

But what was it?

In the quiet night sky, there was only a clunky Iron Monger laboriously flying toward him, seemingly shouting something.

"Something's wrong! There's a catch!"

Anything abnormal had to have a reason.

Obadiah had not dared approach him from the start, so why was he suddenly acting so tough now?

His gaze swept over Iron Monger's battered armor, and Su Ming's pupils contracted.

The reactor in Iron Monger's chest, whose blue glow had once been stable, was gradually turning into a violent red.

"Fuck! This old bastard's risking his life!"

Realizing what was happening, Su Ming did not dare delay and immediately flew higher.

Obadiah seemed determined to take the demon before him down with him. He poured all his energy into flight, his speed steadily rising as he showed signs of catching Su Ming.

Su Ming began considering how to deal with him.

Run? Of course he could.

He was confident Obadiah would never catch him before freezing in the high altitude, but doing that seemed like it would lack a lot of fun.

He still had plenty of Jeet Kune Do techniques he had not incorporated into flight.

Why not use this final opportunity... to try one?

With Deadpool-Level Recovery as a safety net, at worst his body would shrink and grow back again.

Besides, such a perfect punching bag would not be easy to find.

Once he made up his mind, he acted.

Su Ming recalled the Jeet Kune Do moves suited for this situation...

Then a classic scene suddenly appeared in his mind—Bruce Lee leaping high into the air and viciously stomping both feet down on a Japanese devil.

The true soul of it was the shrill yet defiant cry that accompanied it—ah da~~

"Too brutal..."

But I like it!

Having made up his mind, Su Ming turned around in midair and looked at Iron Monger, still dozens of meters away.

The energy in its chest grew increasingly violent, as though it could break free of the reactor's control at any moment.

"Have you ever seen a kick falling from the sky?"

Closing his eyes, he quietly recalled the scene in his mind, reviewing the method of exerting force over and over.

Then Su Ming moved—

His eyes flew open, bright as lamps, and a cold gleam flashed past.

He threw three flying knives in succession, instantly pushing his descent speed to its limit.

"Bang!"

The sound of breaking the sound barrier echoed across the skies of New York City.

His body became a streak of light that shot straight toward Iron Monger.

Against the enormous resistance of the air, Su Ming slowly bent his knees, his expression gradually becoming exaggerated—he was getting into character.

The instant he collided with Iron Monger, both feet suddenly kicked out.

A high-pitched, piercing cry brimming with wild arrogance burst from Su Ming's chest and echoed through the skies above the city.

—"Ah da~~~!"