Iron Monger's Declaration!!!

Tony, Malibu Beach House.

"Hello? Director?"

"Tony?"

"Don't worry, he's perfectly safe!"

"What? You're saying I eat and drink better than you every day?"

"Don't go making things up. I'm providing close personal protection!"

"Since it's close personal protection, isn't it only right that I mooch meals and drinks?"

"You want me to keep a closer eye on him? Things are too chaotic outside right now?"

"Alright, don't worry yourself sick! This guy's safe!"

Yu Xian turned to look at Tony, who had drunk himself senseless and was snoring on the couch, then patted his chest as he guaranteed it to Nick Fury.

From the looks of it, Tony wouldn't be getting up until he woke naturally!

"Nick Fury... ahem, Director, leave Tony to me. You know what I'm like, don't you?"

"You can rest assured when I handle things!"

"Alright, goodbye, Director!"

"Oh, right, Director! You still haven't reimbursed my expenses from that Middle East mission. Take a look..."

Beep beep beep!!!

Yu Xian stared at the phone's busy tone and cursed Nick Fury for being stingy in his heart.

Wasn't it just a few hundred thousand dollars?

For a behemoth like S.H.I.E.L.D., that was pocket change!

Nick Fury had chosen a narrow road!

Yu Xian knew that guy had secretly handled several hundred million dollars behind the scenes, with no idea where the money had gone.

Director, you wouldn't want that secret to be exposed, would you?

Yu Xian suddenly thought of something, and his train of thought wandered farther and farther away...

Ring ring ring!!!

At that moment, Yu Xian's phone alarm went off.

Heh, today's eight-hour mission was over. It was time to start slacking off as usual.

As for Nick Fury saying things were chaotic outside, how chaotic could they possibly get?

Besides, what did that have to do with him?

If the sky fell, the tall people would hold it up. Who the hell was he?

With his strength, he'd better stay out of it. No one was looking for him right now anyway. As long as Nick Fury didn't call for him, he would firmly stick to being irresponsible and unproactive.

There were a bunch of mechs flying around outside causing destruction. He wasn't getting involved in this crap!

Even though this seemed to have something to do with him, how could that possibly be more important than leveling up, slacking off, and increasing his strength?

Besides, the real problem was people's hearts. Once people turned rotten, things that were meant to happen would still happen even without him!

So what was the point of playing saint?

As long as the people around him were fine, why should he care if the outside world went to hell?

After all, there were far too many miserable things in this world!

People's joys and sorrows could never truly be shared!

Come to think of it, he had given White Phoenix and the others a vacation. He had no idea just how chaotic things had gotten outside!

Forget it. As long as those guys didn't provoke him, he'd pretend he hadn't seen anything.

Yu Xian immediately tossed Nick Fury's warning to the back of his mind and looked excitedly at the television in front of him.

At last, he could watch his shows in peace.

Work really was exhausting.

For the past few days, he had been going out with Tony—nightclubs, bars, surfing...

But Tony had never once left his sight!

He had been very diligent, providing close personal protection the whole time!!!

[Detected that the host is enjoying watching shows. Pleasure Value +100]

"What should we do?"

"Has God abandoned us?"

At the Stark Industries factory district, a reporter looked at the bloodstained Iron Monger armor in the distance, his heart trembling.

In front of the camera, his face was pale and weak, his legs shaking as tears glimmered in his eyes while he continued reporting.

"My fellow citizens, today is a day of despair!"

"An unknown armored suit is slaughtering our heroes, yet we are powerless to stop it!"

"This is a day of shame!!!"

Just as the male reporter spoke with righteous indignation, the black mech in the distance seemed to finally notice the reporters on the outskirts.

The towering steel mech suddenly wheeled around and charged toward the reporters.

As the mech's shadow descended, the reporters backed away in terror, but their cameras remained trained on the metal behemoth.

Bang~ Bang~

When the black mech landed, its immense weight overwhelmed the ground, sending cracks spreading through it.

"Don't be in such a hurry to run. You still have some use to me!"

A voice everyone recognized—Obadiah Stane's—came from inside the black mech.

The moment the reporters heard that voice, they were all stunned.

"Obadiah Stane?"

"How could it be you?"

"So you're the one behind all of this!!!"

"What exactly do you want?"

"..."

All kinds of thoughts churned through their minds,

but they still could not understand why Obadiah Stane would do this.

Obadiah Stane smiled as he looked at the cameras and said,

"Now, I have the honor of introducing everyone to the beginning of a new era."

Before his words had even faded, he raised one mechanical arm. The energy cannon in its palm instantly finished charging, blue light flashing as it fired.

Boom!

An abandoned building in the distance

was instantly reduced to dust amid the thunderous blast, leaving behind a massive crater.

"Have you seen the power of my Iron Monger?"

"And this is only the beginning."

"From this day forward, the energy lifeline of the United States will be in my hands."

Obadiah Stane's voice spread through the pitch-black night sky and, through the live broadcast, was transmitted across the country. "Those who obey me will obtain the light. Those who resist me will sink into darkness forever."

His voice continued to echo through the night. "I will become the ruler of this world, and you will become subjects beneath my rule."

Obadiah Stane concluded, "Tomorrow, you will welcome an entirely new world order."

In the distant Stark Industries factory buildings, hundreds of steel mechs appeared once more. Under his command, they rose into the sky like a torrent of steel, declaring to the world the birth of their new king.

Because of the massive power outage, the unrest caused by the people grew increasingly severe!

There were countless people taking advantage of the chaos, and disorder was everywhere. It was a carnival for rioters!!!

Many people were jolted awake in the middle of the night and stared blankly at everything happening in the streets.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At the end of the street, military vehicles appeared one after another, each carrying solemn-faced soldiers.

Since they were about to head into battle, the soldiers who were preparing to deploy had already learned of the reports from the front lines. They understood what kind of monsters they were about to face.

"Oh no! The military is here!"

"Run, run! Forget the stuff, do you want to die?"

"Move! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

The moment the crazed crowds saw the military, they instantly sobered up.

How could ordinary people possibly stand against a well-trained army?

As troops began deploying across various regions to assist the police in suppressing the unrest, it did not take long for every lawbreaker to be arrested.

After the military appeared and brought the chaos under control, power gradually began returning to the cities.

People's attention then shifted once again to Stark Industries in New York and the mech army attacking power facilities across the country.

Through the television reporters' explanations, people clearly realized that the culprit was at Stark Industries, and they began cursing loudly.

"This is truly despicable! For his own selfish desires, he caused such enormous chaos. He deserves to die!"

"Obadiah Stane wants to dominate the world with this steel? Heh, once the military shows up, I'd like to see how many days he can keep jumping around."

"What's going on with Stark Industries? First Tony Stark shut down the company's weapons development division, and now this lunatic has appeared!"

"The military, where is our military? Why haven't they come out to stop this guy yet?"

"..."

Just as people were condemning Obadiah Stane, a force of one thousand soldiers became the first to arrive at the target battlefield—the Stark Industries complex.