Tony·Stark on the other end of the phone was silent for five seconds.
Chu Hang can even imagine his expression at this moment, a complex expression mixed with disbelief, extreme discomfort and strong curiosity.
"Helicopter... played as a baseball?" Tony's voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, "Are you sure you are not watching a live broadcast of a B-level monster movie?"
"It's much more exciting than that." Chu Hang chuckled, "By the way, the other big guy was knocked several hundred meters away with my punch. He should still be in a certain building and can't dig it out now. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I have to take care of things. Remember, if your new toy doesn't show up, there won't be any invitations to parties like yours in the future."
After saying that, Chu Hang hung up the phone directly.
In the underground studio of Malibu's villa, Tony·Stark was holding his mobile phone and standing there with a gloomy expression on his face.
He had just connected to the satellite channel through JARVIS and saw Harlem's tragic state as if it had been hit by a meteorite, as well as the blurry images of the two giants wreaking havoc. He knew that Chu Hang was not lying.
One punch... and it flew several hundred meters away?
This pure, violent, and unimaginable physical power deeply stimulated Tony's proud heart.
He can fly, he can fire energy cannons, and he can calculate accurately. But this kind of primitive beauty of defeating ten enemies with one force is something that his Iron Man Armor currently does not possess.
"JARVIS!" He turned around suddenly, with fighting spirit burning in his eyes, "Simplify all the testing procedures for Mark 4! I don't care what method you use, I want to see it fly within twenty-four hours!"
"Sir, this does not comply with safety regulations..."
"Then rewrite the regulations!" Tony interrupted JARVIS rudely, "Now, immediately, immediately!"
Three days later, New York, the top floor of a private club not open to the public.
This is one of the many properties that Chu Hang bought as "Anthony·Chen". Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the bustling night view of Manhattan, with the endless flow of lights at your feet.
There were only two dim floor lamps lit in the room, and the atmosphere was quiet and depressing.
Nick Fury was sitting alone on the sofa, with his iconic Black Noir windbreaker aside, and only wearing a simple Black Noir turtleneck. On the table in front of him, there was an untouched glass of whiskey.
He has been waiting here for ten minutes.
The door opened, and Chu Hang walked in slowly, wearing casual home clothes and holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.
"Director Fury, long wait." He sat down on the sofa opposite Fury as if he was the owner here.
"Soon." Fury's one eye looked at him calmly, "For people who can appear out of thin air, the concept of time may be different from ours."
"There's no need for compliments." Chu Hang took a sip of coffee, "How is Doctor Banner?"
"It's very safe." Fury said concisely, "We placed him in a place where no one can find him. General Ross, I will take care of it. He will not be in trouble again."
"Very good." Chu Hang nodded, "Then, let's talk about business."
"Business?" Fury leaned forward slightly, "You turned New York upside down, and almost wiped Harlem off the map with one punch, and then you told me that you are just starting to talk about business now?"
"That's to deal with trouble, not to create trouble." Chu Hang corrected, "Besides, I am helping you. Otherwise, what you are facing now may be a Hulk that is completely out of control, and a Abomination that turns half of a New York into rubble."
Fury was silent. He knew that what Chu Hang said was true. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s post-war evaluation report had come out. The power of that punch was classified as top secret. The evaluation result only had two words: no solution.
"Okay." Fury leaned back on the sofa, seemingly compromising, "Tell me your conditions."
"My conditions are very simple." Chu Hang put down the coffee cup and stretched out three fingers.
"First, all my identities, including Anthony Chen, and any identity I may use in the future, are provided with the highest level of cover by S.H.I.E.L.D.. I don't want to be harassed every day by people from Federal Bureau of Investigation or IRS."
"Okay." Fury nodded.
"Second, I need some of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence authority. Of course, not all, I'm not that bored yet. I just need to know what interesting things are happening in the world, especially those that are beyond the norm."
Fury's one eye narrowed. "This is impossible. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information is top secret."
"Then let's put it another way." Chu Hang smiled, "You can set up a special adviser's office, and I will be the only adviser. You can send me the screened information that you think I need to know on a regular basis. The decision is in your hands."
Fury thought for a few seconds and nodded again, "Okay."
"Third." Chu Hang looked at Fury, his eyes became more serious, "This is also the most important point. Don't try to investigate me, don't send people to follow me, and don't make any small moves against my industry and friends. We are a cooperative relationship, not superiors and subordinates. I will help you solve the troubles you can't solve, and you will provide me with convenience. That's all."
There was a long silence in the room.
Fury's one eye stared at Chu Hang, as if to see the secret deep in his heart from his face. But Chu Hang just stared back at him calmly, his eyes clear and calm.
After a long time, Fury slowly spoke, "In the internal files of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is a threat classification of the highest level, code-named 'Skyfather'. It refers to those individuals who have the power of gods and are enough to decide the fate of a planet by themselves. From today on, your file will be of the 'Skyfather' level."
"Sounds good." Chu Hang shrugged.
"Happy cooperation, Mr. Chen." Fury stood up and extended his hand.
"Happy cooperation, Director Fury." Chu Hang shook hands with him.
After sending Fury away, Chu Hang came to the no-man's land of Nevada alone.
This is an abandoned mine belonging to a mining company under his name. It is a hundred miles in radius and deserted.
He wanted to try his new abilities.
He closed his eyes and tried to recall and find that emotion called "anger". For a person who was used to everything Control and had a peaceful mind, this was not easy.
He recalled the days in his previous life when he worked overtime until late at night and was chased around like a dog by his boss; he recalled the endless exhaustion and unwillingness he felt when he died suddenly at his desk; he recalled the fear of death and the powerlessness toward fate under the gunfire of Normandy at the beginning of time travel...
A weak, long-suppressed fire quietly ignited in his heart.
[Infinite Rage] The ability is passively activated.
This flame was magnified a thousand times in an instant, turning into a monstrous rage, roaring to devour his reason. However, his rock-solid willpower, strengthened by Super-Soldier Serum, was like a cold dam, blocking the torrent.
Reason and rage have reached a delicate and dangerous balance in his spiritual world.
He could clearly feel that the anger that had been compressed and purified by willpower was constantly being transformed into pure physical power.
His body seemed to have become a furnace of strength.
Chu Hang opened his eyes suddenly, and deep in his eyes, a frightening red light flashed.
He simply punched the empty Gobi desert in front of him.
There was no earth-shattering noise, only an extremely dull "pop" sound, as if the air had been sucked out instantly.
On the ground in front of him, with his fist as the center, a perfectly circular pit with a diameter of more than twenty meters appeared out of thin air. The edge of the pit was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been instantly vaporized by some kind of super laser weapon.
An invisible wave of Havok followed closely behind and spread in a ring. Within a hundred meters, all sand, stones and shrubs were crushed into the most primitive powder in an instant.
Chu Hang looked at his fist, then at the huge pit, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, demolition will be much more convenient in the future."
He knew that although this power was powerful, the consumption of willpower was also extremely terrifying. Every time he activated it, it was like dancing on the edge of a cliff. If he was not careful, he might be swallowed by anger.
It seems that the exercise of willpower must also be put on the agenda.
Return to New York's penthouse.
Chu Hang called up an encrypted file. A man's information appeared on the screen.
Ivan·Vanko.
The man in the photo has a beard, gloomy eyes, and exudes a violent aura that avoids strangers. The information records in detail that his father, Anton Vanko, was once a partner of Howard·Stark. Later, he was expelled back to Soviet Union due to disagreements with his ideas.
"Anton·Vanko...Howard·Stark...Arc Reactor..." Chu Hang's fingers tapped lightly on the table.
He knew that as Tony's New Element Arc Reactor was made public, the vengeful son dormant in Moscow would soon come to his door with his Whiplash.
"You can't always wait for trouble to come to your door." Chu Hang murmured to himself.
He dialed an encrypted number.
"It's me. Help me check a person, Ivan·Vanko, in Moscow. I need to know everything about him, what he does every day, who he contacts, and which parts he buys. Yes, everything."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Hang turned his eyes to the bustling night scene outside the window again.
Stark Industries The future cannot have only one Iron Man. Artificial intelligence, clean energy...Tony's genius brain also hides countless treasures that can change the world.
And what he has to do is to clear all obstacles for him in advance.