Disappearance, The Culprit

After a finger snap,

a flash of crimson suddenly burst from the bodies of the Extremis soldiers scattered in every corner of the rehabilitation training room.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Caught off guard, Killian's limbs and torso were bound tightly by more than a dozen crimson ropes.

"This is..."

He lowered his head to look closely and found that these ropes glowing with a crimson light were actually translucent energy ropes.

Killian abruptly raised his head to look at the crimson-and-gold armor.

He shouted in disbelief, "Tony Stark, you actually have a connection to the Red Order?!!!"

The crimson-and-gold armor slowly landed in front of Killian, and the steel helmet automatically opened to reveal Tony's face.

"Unexpected? Surprised? Shocked?"

He said with a sarcastic smile, "There's still a lot you don't know, idiot."

Killian struggled mightily, the orange-red flames igniting on his body burning frantically against those crimson energy ropes.

Yet as these crimson energy ropes flickered, they accepted all comers and devoured every last bit of the orange-red flames.

After several attempts, Killian despondently gave up his resistance.

With a ferocious expression, he stared fixedly at the enemy close at hand and said unwillingly, "Don't be cocky too soon, Tony Stark."

"I may have failed, but soon, even stronger enemies will come looking for you, as well as the Red Order behind you!"

"Is that so..." Tony said indifferently, "Then let them come!"

His expression instantly turned icy cold, "Even if they don't come, I'll go looking for them myself, drag out those stinking rats who only dare hide in the shadows one by one, and grind them all into mincemeat!"

Killian looked at Tony with the gaze of someone looking at a lunatic. "You're as arrogant and conceited as ever."

"Thanks for the compliment." As Tony spoke, he raised