Chen Mo swung past two intersections, and Doctor Strange's portal opened on the rooftop ahead.
He had barely stepped out when a repulsor blast shot past his red cloak.
Doctor Strange raised a hand and conjured a shield.
Energy struck the magic circle, scattering orange sparks along the edge of the building. Chen Mo landed beside a water tank and looked up to see three suits of Iron Man Armor rising from behind the opposite building.
An entire batch was locked in the Mirror Dimension.
And there were still loose ones in the real New York.
"Just how many outfits did Tony make?"
Chen Mo shot out a web, sticking it to the ankle of the leading Armor.
"Was he really planning on changing eight times a day without repeating an outfit all year?"
The armor's thrusters fired upward, pulling the web taut. Chen Mo braced a foot against the edge of the water tank and yanked down hard with both hands.
The Armor flipped halfway over and slammed headfirst into the roof.
The other two had already split off to either side.
Their shoulder cannons lit up simultaneously.
A red-and-gold figure came crashing down from higher above.
The leftmost Armor hadn't fired yet when it took a punch to the chest. Its metal shell caved inward, and the whole Armor skidded across the rooftop, knocking over two rows of ventilation ducts.
The Red and Gold Armor landed in front of Chen Mo.
Its repulsor swung right and knocked the second Armor's shoulder cannon off target with a single shot.
A familiar voice came from behind the faceplate.
"Hey, little chatterbox."
Chen Mo paused.
The Red and Gold Armor kicked away an oncoming suit of the same model, then fired its thrusters, driving it into a nearby billboard.
"You come