It was late at night.
In a high-end hotel room in Monaco, Jessica sat on the sofa wearing pajamas.
The curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut, and a specially encrypted laptop sat on the table.
On the screen was the face of Alexander Pierce, a high-ranking Hydra executive.
"Sir," Jessica bowed respectfully.
" Jessica, report on your situation." Pierce said expressionlessly.
" The Stark brothers are currently in Monaco; they're going to participate in an F1 race tomorrow. Luca Stark is still acting like a Playboy, completely unsuspecting," Jessica reported truthfully.
Pierce nodded, a sinister glint in his eyes.
"Excellent. The organization has successfully captured Bruce Banner. Tomorrow, we'll airdrop him onto the racetrack, let him completely lose control, and cause a ruckus."
What? Bruce Banner?!
Jessica's heart skipped a beat.
Of course she knew what kind of monster it was.
He's also the kind of guy who turns into the Hulk when he gets angry.
Strictly speaking, it's practically a killing machine.
"Sir, you mean...?"
" Luca and Tony will definitely try to stop Hulk," Pierce sneered.
"If they can defeat the Hulk, then the organization's strategy towards the Stark brothers will have to be completely changed, and the threat level must be reassessed."
Pierce paused, his tone becoming even colder.
"If they lose, or are seriously wounded in battle, Jessica, you must seize every opportunity to obtain their secrets. Understand?"
"Understood." Jessica nodded in agreement.
"In addition," Pierce continued.
"As you reported before, Luca Stark becomes weaker at night when there's no sun. To be on the safe side, we've also prepared a backup plan. If tomorrow's plan fails, the assassin will try to finish him off."
The communication was quickly cut off, and the screen went black.
Jessica closed her laptop, slumped back on the sofa, and rubbed her throbbing temples.
She felt somewhat helpless, thinking Pierce was pathetically stupid.
Do the people in the organization really believe they can succeed?
Hulk is indeed very strong; he's a Beast without reason.
To be honest, Jessica had no idea whether Hulk or Luca was stronger.
She spent the past month following Luca around every day, witnessing firsthand how his physical abilities were rapidly evolving.
As for feeling weaker at night?
Jessica forced a bitter smile.
He strongly suspected that Luca had deliberately leaked false information.
That bastard has so much energy at night, he doesn't look weak at all!
The organization sending assassins to raid at night is more like delivering a toy to Luca.
But she couldn't say anything and could only grit her teeth and continue her covert operation.
Meanwhile, at another luxury hotel in Monaco.
Justin Hammer on the sofa in the suite.
Opposite him stood a burly man covered in tattoos.
Ivan Vanko.
" Ivan, Tony Stark will be racing tomorrow." Justin Hammer swirled his wine glass, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.
"I want you to smash his race car into scrap metal in front of cameras all over the world, to trample his pride under your feet. I want everyone to know that Stark Industries is a joke!"
Ivan, biting a toothpick, stared coldly at Justin Hammer.
"You don't need to say anything more. I'll make him bleed, I'll make him die."
Justin Hammer satisfaction and waved for Ivan to leave.
Ivan didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Justin Hammer leaned back on the sofa, ready to savor the joy of victory, when his phone suddenly rang.
This is an unknown number.
Justin Hammer frowned and answered the phone.
"Justin Hammer." A distorted voice came from the other end of the phone.
Justin Hammer had no idea that the person who called him was a high-ranking member of Hydra.
"Who are you? How did you get my private number?" Justin Hammer asked warily.
Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that we're on the same side. Do you remember that parking lot from back then?
Justin Hammer paused for a moment, then realized that the other party was one of the people who had given him the reactor blueprints.
"Tomorrow, a huge green thing will appear. I need you to bring out your secretly developed armor and work with that thing to target Luca and Tony Stark. If you do that, you'll get everything you want."
Justin Hammer paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.
"I've brought the armor."
"And it's custom-made, a copy of the Demon Armor that appeared in Los Angeles a while ago, with more firepower and thicker armor. Absolutely no one will trace it back to me."
"Very good. Don't let me down."
The call ended.
Justin Hammer tossed his phone onto the table, downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, and rubbed his hands together excitedly.
" Tony, Luca, tomorrow is your death day!"
The next day arrived.
The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless.
The Monaco F1 Historic Grand Prix circuit was packed with people, and the roar of engines was deafening.
The stands were packed, and media from all over the world had their cameras focused on the track.
Tony was wearing a professional racing suit and a helmet.
He then confidently got into a blue and white racing car.
On the other side.
In the VIP stands above the track, Luca was enjoying royal treatment.
To his left sat a blonde, blue-eyed supermodel, and to his right sat a stunning Hollywood actress.
Jessica stood expressionless to the side, holding a fruit platter, occasionally picking up a chilled grape and popping it into Luca's mouth.
" Tony's car has a really ugly paint job."
Luca chewed on a grape and made a sarcastic remark without holding back.
" Mr. Stark, the match is about to begin," Jessica reminded him helplessly.
"I know, you don't need to explain."
Luca yawned and reached out to put his arm around the supermodel's slender waist.
Let's see where my dear brother gets in the race.
As the starting gun fired, more than a dozen F1 cars shot off like arrows.
The race cars roared past on the narrow street track, stirring up gusts of wind.
Just as the race entered its second lap, an unexpected change occurred.
A man in an orange overalls suddenly jumped over the guardrail and swaggered onto the track.
This is Ivan Vanko.
He ripped off his work clothes, revealing a rudimentary mechanical exoskeleton with a reactor emitting a ghostly blue light on his chest.
With a flick of his wrists, Ivan unleashed two long whips crackling with high-voltage electricity, producing a series of loud popping sounds.
The audience was stunned, unsure what kind of intermission performance this was.
Just then, Tony's race car roared over.
A crazed killing intent flashed in Ivan's eyes. He instantly swung the electric whip in his right hand, lashing it fiercely at the oncoming race car.
"Whoosh!"
The electric whip sliced Tony's race car in half as easily as cutting tofu!
The race car lost control, lifted into the air, tumbled violently, and then crashed heavily onto the track.
"Boom!"
A massive fireball shot into the sky, billowing thick smoke.
The entire audience erupted in terrified screams.
The audience scattered in terror, and the scene descended into chaos.
In the VIP stands, Pepper turned pale with fright and covered her mouth, letting out a scream.
" Tony!"
Justin Hammer, standing in another stand, clenched his fists in excitement, almost jumping up to cheer.
"Well done! Die! You arrogant bastard!"
Justin Hammer screamed wildly in his heart, thinking he had finally eliminated his biggest rival.
However, what's strange is...
Luca, on the other hand, remained seated calmly on the sofa, without even taking off his sunglasses.
He calmly took a bite of the grape Jessica fed him, then slowly yawned.
"Those fireworks were pretty loud."
Jessica was speechless when she saw Luca's indifferent attitude.
That's your own brother! Aren't you afraid he'll get burned to death?
The fire was still raging on the track.
Ivan, dragging two electric whips, slowly walked towards the burning wreckage, preparing to admire Tony's charred corpse.
Just when everyone thought Tony was doomed.
A crackling sound suddenly came from the burning wreckage.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a strong, powerful arm emerged from the sea of flames and pushed open the badly deformed car door.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and imposing figure emerged from the sea of fire.
That's right, it's Tony Stark.
He was wearing that racing suit that had been burned and tattered.
Then, step by step, they walked up to the enemy.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Ivan was dumbfounded.
Justin Hammer in the stands was also dumbfounded.
They tried to find a reasonable explanation for what was happening before their eyes.
"Stealth armor! He must be wearing Stark Industries ' latest stealth armor!"
Justin Hammer, sitting in the stands, imagined what was happening, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Aside from stealth armor, there's simply no way to explain how an ordinary person could survive an explosion.
On the track, Tony cracked his neck.
Tony glanced down at his burnt racing suit and was consumed by rage.
"Do you know how expensive this outfit is, you damn thing?"
Ivan roared and lashed out with two electric whips, aiming a vicious blow at Tony's head.
Tony scoffed dismissively, not even bothering to dodge.
To everyone's astonishment.
He used his physical body to withstand the Electric Whip and charged towards Ivan.
The electric whip lashed Tony's body, only tearing his clothes even more tattered, without even breaking his skin.
Ivan was stunned and inexplicably wanted to back away.
But Tony was much faster than him.
He rushed up to Ivan, grabbed the mechanical exoskeleton on the man's chest, and slammed his right fist back into Ivan's face.
"Bang!"
A dull, loud thud.
Ivan was sent flying backwards for more than ten meters.
He slammed heavily against the protective wall, the enormous impact creating a dent in the wall.
Ivan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he almost fainted.
Tony clapped his hands and raised an eyebrow arrogantly.
"That's it? I thought it would make me break a sweat."