Aldrich Killian whirled around and demanded sharply, "Has Fleet made a move?"
Of the three burly men who followed him into the laboratory, the two on the left and right simultaneously took a step back.
The burly man who was forced into the center position was still completely bewildered.
He looked at his boss, who was glaring at him fiercely, and asked in confusion:
"Om?! Are you asking me?"
He quickly turned around to look, only to be surprised to find that his two companions had somehow gotten behind him.
The burly man could only scratch his head and reply, "I don't know, boss."
"That bastard Fleet hasn't written yet."
Aldrich Killian strode up to him, tilted his head back, and roared, "Can't even handle something this simple? Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
The burly man quickly closed his eyes, letting the saliva spray all over his face.
After cursing, Aldrich Killian stormed out, and as he passed the unfortunate researcher who was slumped on the ground, he kicked him over.
"You're a piece of trash too!"
The unfortunate researcher, clutching his kicked back, curled up on the ground, too afraid to make a sound.
The two Justin Hammer glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.
The burly man in the center, whose face had been spit on, wiped his face and turned around to look at his two companions with a resentful expression.
" Thomas, Vane, you two are so unfair! You didn't even warn me beforehand."
Thomas, on the left, patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, "Well, what can you do, Savin? You're our boss."
On the right, Vane chuckled gleefully, "You should really put your rusty brain to work, Savin."
Savin rolled his eyes at Vane and said listlessly, "Let's go, follow the boss."
The three burly men hurriedly caught up with Aldrich Killian as he left.
Once they had moved quickly away and disappeared from sight, the unfortunate researcher grabbed the edge of the table and stood up shakily.
He stared at the empty laboratory door and began to rant and rave. "Pah! You capricious scumbag! No wonder Dr. Hansen left you!"
"Even if it were me, I wouldn't be interested in you!"
As he continued cursing, he suddenly started crying, rubbing his aching back.
"Waaaaah, you think you're so great just because you're the boss!"
"Waaaaah, this is so unfair!"
He ripped the tag off his chest, threw it hard on the ground, and then limped out of the lab.
"I'm fucking done this!"
After leaving the laboratory, Aldrich Killian went straight to the rehabilitation training room.
He pushed open the door to the rehabilitation training room and went inside.
This rehabilitation training room is set up like a gym. A dozen or so burly men in military-style trousers are lifting weights inside.
Upon seeing Aldrich Killian enter, they stopped one after another to greet him.
"Good morning, boss."
"Boss, good."
"Boss."
Aldrich Killian nodded perfunctorily, then took off his brown suit jacket and roughly tugged at the collar of his white shirt.
'Sizzle~'
The two buttons on his white shirt popped off instantly.
He casually hung his suit jacket on the equipment rack next to him, then rolled over and lay down on the bench of the flat bench press machine.
Aldrich Killian grabbed the barbell above him and silently began his pressing exercises.
At that moment, Savin entered with Thomas and Vane.
Seeing Aldrich Killian lifting weights, they dispersed and began their own training.
A burly man who was on good terms with Savin walked up to him and whispered, "Hey, Savin, what's wrong with the boss?"
Savin glanced around and whispered, "The boss might be heartbroken."
"Huh?!" The burly man looked surprised and asked curiously, "The boss and Dr. Hansen broke up?!"
Savin nodded. "We just went to the lab with the boss and found that Dr. Hansen has already left."
"Just a heads-up, everyone be careful today, and it's best not to mess with the boss."
The burly man nodded quickly. "Thanks, boss. I'll go and inform everyone right away!"
Soon, the burly men in the rehabilitation room all knew about Aldrich Killian's breakup, and they consciously avoided Aldrich Killian, trying to stay away from his gym equipment.
After completing twenty sets of bench presses in one go, Aldrich Killian sat up, slightly out of breath.
He looked around and found that there was no one within five meters of him, so he frowned.
" Savin!"
Upon hearing this, Savin, who was lifting weights, quickly put down two specially made 200kg one-handed dumbbells, got up, ran to Aldrich Killian, and responded.
"Boss, I'm here."
Aldrich Killian asked in an unfriendly tone, "How's it going with Fleet?"
Savin paused for a moment, then scratched his head and said, " Fleet hasn't reported yet, boss."
"Useless!" Aldrich Killian cursed, "A bunch of useless trash!"
Everyone in the rehabilitation training room shrank back.
After finishing his rant, Aldrich Killian waved his hand at Savin with a look of disgust.
"Get out of here."
Savin, as if granted a pardon, turned around and ran back ten meters away, picked up the two 200KG dumbbells again, and started training with a "heave-ho, heave-ho" sound.
Aldrich Killian got up, picked up his suit jacket from the equipment rack, and took his phone out of his pocket.
He opened his contacts, found a name labeled 'Wizard', and dialed it.
"Boss."
" Powell, come to the rehabilitation room on the third floor, I need you to do something."
A deep voice replied, "Yes, sir."
Soon, a figure draped in a black robe entered the rehabilitation training room.
He moved like a ghost, silently passing by the crowd, and came before Aldrich Killian.
"Boss."
Aldrich Killian put away his phone and ordered, "Matthew Ellis is hiding in Inova Fairfax Hospital. I order you, by any means necessary, bring him back alive."
Powell, dressed in black, bowed his head and said, "Yes, sir."
Aldrich Killian stared coldly at Powell and warned, "This time... I don't want to hear about your operation failing again!"
Powell, dressed in black, bowed and replied, "Yes, sir."
Aldrich Killian waved his hand impatiently.
As he had arrived, Powell, dressed in black, left the rehabilitation room silently, and no one noticed his arrival or departure.
However, the next second, something unexpected happened!
'boom!'
Powell, who had just left, burst through the door and flew in, knocking over a dozen pieces of exercise equipment before crashing heavily in front of Aldrich Killian.
Powell's black robe was now tattered into strips of cloth hanging on his body.
"Boss...
He struggled to get up, but then coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Aldrich Killian looked at him, his face instantly turning ashen.
"Waste!"
He shouted a curse and kicked Powell away.
At this moment, everyone in the rehabilitation training room realized what was happening.
They all dropped their training equipment and stood up.
"Enemy attack!"
"Brothers, grab your weapons!"
The group of muscular, burly men stared intently at the main entrance, orange-red flames gradually igniting on their chests, their already fierce aura rapidly escalating.
'Bang! Bang!'
A suit of Gold-Red Armor strode into the rehabilitation training room.
It turned its head and scanned the entire training room, its gaze settling on Aldrich Killian was standing at the back of the crowd.
"Aldrezi Aldrich Killian..."
Aldrich Killian recognized the man immediately, and he pronounced each word clearly. "Tony... Star... K!"
Enemies meeting are bound to be extremely hostile!
The moment Aldrich Killian saw the Gold-Red Armor, he recognized the newcomer, and in an instant, painful memories buried deep within him surged back.
He pointed his spear at Tony and roared furiously:
"Charge! Everyone, charge! Kill that bastard Tony Stark!!!"
Upon hearing the order, the burly men clenched their fists, and orange flames rapidly spread throughout their veins.
"Roar! Kill!"
They roared and swarmed towards the Gold-Red Armor.
The eyes of the Gold-Red Armor suddenly lit up.
Crimson Secret Rune lit up from his arms and quickly spread to his hands, instantly enveloping his steel hands in a dense layer of Crimson Mana.
'Buzz!'
The armor billowed up, and a powerful impact suddenly erupted from behind.
The golden armor instantly shifted from stillness to movement, charging forward with a piercing whistling sound!
As Aldrich Killian's top henchman, Savin naturally charged to the front when the boss gave the order.
"Roar!" he roared, reaching out a large hand glowing with orange-red flames, and grabbing at the Gold-Red Armor with lightning speed.
Inside his armor, Tony ignored the red high-temperature warning light on the virtual panel and directly opened his massive steel hand to grab at Savin's hand.
'Smack!'
The two palms collided instantly, Savin quickly spread his fingers and grabbed the steel hand.
"Got you!"
He shouted excitedly.
" Iron Man, do you think you'll be safe just by hiding inside a pile of steel?!"
Savin's heart pounded suddenly, and orange-red flames spread rapidly along his veins to his palm.
"Watch me melt down your iron skin!"
The terrifyingly high temperature of several thousand degrees Celsius caused numerous cracks to appear in the gold coating on the surface of the steel hand.
As the paint peels away layer by layer, the silver steel beneath is revealed.
At this moment, the other strong men also arrived.
They quickly surrounded the Gold-Red Armor, and simultaneously grabbed a part of it, heating it with high temperatures just like Savin.
Inside the armor, Tony gave a cold smile.
"You think you can destroy my armor with that little bit of heat?!"
"Wishful thinking!"
His large, steel-like hand clenched suddenly.
'Click!'
Savin's right hand was crushed into a lump of flesh.
Before Savin could even scream, Tony grabbed Savin's arm and spun him around.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The burly men around them had no time to dodge and were all sent flying with screams.
Looking at Savin, not only was his arm, which was being held by the Gold-Red Armor, broken on the spot, but his lower body was also broken inch by inch because he was being used as a weapon!
The man in the Gold-Red Armor glanced down at Savin and then casually tossed it aside.
'Whoosh! Snap!'
Aldrich Killian looked at Savin, who was on the verge of death in front of him, and his eye twitched violently.
Savin stretched out his only intact left hand, looking at him pleadingly. "Boss, please... please save me!"
Unexpectedly, Aldrich Killian once again raised his foot and kicked his top henchman away with tremendous force.
"Useless! You're all useless!"
He cursed wildly, his heart suddenly pounding.
'Thump! Thump!'
The Extremis Virus within Aldrich Killian's body was instantly activated, and a bright orange flame suddenly blazed up.
'Bear!'
The white shirt he was wearing burst into flames.
" Tony Stark!"
Aldrich Killian roared and leaped, crashing down onto the Gold-Red Armor.
Tony glanced at him, then piloted his armor into the air.
'Click!'
A ring of gun muzzle was exposed around the ankle area of the armor.
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
A crimson Energy Bomb fired from the gun, hitting the Extremis Soldier from the Desperate Situation who had fallen to the ground with pinpoint accuracy.
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
The heads of these Extremis Soldier exploded almost simultaneously, and the orange-red flames on their chests quickly went out.
Seeing this, Aldrich Killian, who was in mid-air, was instantly Wrath.
"Fuck you!"
These are the most perfectly integrated Extremis Soldier under his command, embodying the Extremis Virus!
Unexpectedly, they've all been ruined by that bastard Tony Stark!
'boom!'
Aldrich Killian was instantly enveloped by the orange-red flames surging from his body.
"Die!!!"
Amidst the firelight, his Wrath roar echoed.
Aldrich Killian, like a burning, Wrath bull, savagely charged at the Gold-Red Armor in mid-air.
Unexpectedly, Tony didn't even try to dodge, letting the man crash into him.
'boom!'
The massive impact instantly created a shockwave.
The shockwave spread rapidly in all directions, sending the corpses of the Extremis Soldier lying on the ground and a large amount of fitness equipment flying.
Tony looked at Aldrich Killian pressed tightly against his chest and sneered, "Kid, is that all the strength you have? You don't even use as much force as I use to tickle myself."
Aldrich Killian plummeted to the floor with a 'whoosh'.
He looked up at the Gold-Red Armor floating in mid-air, his face turning extremely grim.
"That's impossible!"
"I had people collect data on your Iron Armor..."
"Three months ago, it wasn't this strong!"
"Huh?" Tony exclaimed, "So it was you who leaked the news about my Iron Armor to the US Military."
Aldrich Killian said incredulously, "Not only is it impervious to the extreme temperatures generated by the Extremis Virus, but the armor's durability far exceeds the data I collected..."
Tony chuckled knowingly, "Is it possible... that the data you've collected is just what I wanted you to collect?"
Upon hearing this, Aldrich Killian's body trembled violently.
"You... you found me a long time ago?!"
The Gold-Red Armor shrugged.
"I'm usually very busy, I have no interest in paying attention to a nobody like you hiding in the shadows..."
'Crack!'
Hearing Tony's contemptuous tone, Aldrich Killian couldn't help but grit his teeth.
However, Tony's taunts continued.
"Although I don't pay attention to it, just to deal with people like you, I deliberately placed a Mark III in the most easily visible place."
" Mark III ..." Aldrich Killian raised his head and asked sharply, "What Mark number is your body now?"
The Gold-Red Armor tilted its head slightly.
Tony's teasing voice rang out softly, "I think it was Mark 99?"
Aldrich Killian's eyes widened suddenly. "9...99?!"
3 to 99... such a big difference?!
Fuck!
How on earth does that bastard Tony Stark have his brain?!
God is so damn unfair!!!
At that moment, Tony suddenly asked, "The reinforcements you called should be arriving soon, right?"
Upon hearing this, Aldrich Killian's pupils suddenly contracted.
But then, the Gold-Red Armor slowly raised his right hand, his steel thumb and middle finger snapping together.
'Smack!'