"Throw me the suitcase!"
Tony, crawling out from beneath the car, shouted at the terrified Pepper. Watching the black figure slaughter every elite bodyguard retired from the battlefield as easily as wringing the necks of chickens, a chill rose in his heart.
As if suddenly waking from a dream, the secretary bent over and reached into the overturned vehicle. Her hands trembling, she pulled the red suitcase wedged between the driver's seats free and threw it with all her strength to Tony's feet.
Having dealt with all the bodyguards, the black figure stepped over the wrecked car. His gaze was cold, his face hidden behind a black mask, and his metal arm, capable of shattering gold and splitting stone, reflected a grim gleam.
After receiving the order to kill Stark, he had fixed his eyes on the final target standing on the red suitcase like a machine receiving a command. Before he could make a move, however, the situation changed.
The suitcase activated like a precision machine. Mechanisms inside it unfolded, and Tony seized the mechanical arms that sprang out from within and yanked them upward! The Arc Reactor in his chest flared to life, continuously supplying immense power. Amid dense clacking sounds, components and armor plates covered his entire body.
Bullets struck the surface of the Iron Armor, scattering sparks. The cold-faced man raised a submachine gun and opened fire on the fully suited Iron Man.
Tony, now clad in portable armor, showed no fear. He kicked aside the red sports car lying across the ground, raised his mechanical arm, and fired a Repulsor Ray, only for the other man to evade it with agile movements.
The black figure kept his mind calm. Like a cheetah poised to strike, he suddenly lunged before the Iron Armor and smashed a