Resolution

Iron Man's abrupt appearance silenced the scene for a moment, but it was immediately followed by even more chaotic screams and attacks.

Even though Tony used a mechanical voice to say he was not with those terrorists firing guns everywhere, it was useless. The panicked crowd only wanted to escape with their lives.

The reporters who had rushed over, however, raised their cameras toward Iron Man in the sky. They had landed a huge story today!

Energy bullets streaked wildly through the air, accompanied by the frantic roar of the leader behind this robbery.

One meddlesome guy had already been enough to give them a headache, and now another had appeared. He practically wanted to take everyone down with him.

This was not a joke. He was genuinely considering it. Now that they had been stopped here, it was obvious that today's operation was completely doomed. Rather than die like this, he might as well drag some people down to hell with him first.

As for whether ordinary people were innocent?

What the hell did he care!

Anyone daring to come here to steal alien weapons that every country had strictly forbidden private citizens from stockpiling had long since stopped caring about life and death, good and evil. If they succeeded, they would live in luxury for the rest of their lives. If they failed, they had simply lost a gamble—the stakes being their own lives.

"Boss, what do we do?" one of his men asked as he fired and moved closer.

"Take some hostages. Don't worry, I have a backup plan."

The man called Boss maintained the barrage to keep Annie and the Iron Man in the sky from advancing while reassuring the companions around him.

If he dared say they should just wait to die because there was