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The red and gold Iron Man soared through the sky, moving at a speed that left fighter jets far behind as he headed toward the Middle East. Tony's eyes were cold, and a murderous intent churned in his chest.
"Jarvis, how much farther?"
"1,578 kilometers, sir. We can arrive within the designated time frame."
"No, the sooner we get there, the better!"
"Understood, sir."
Tony took a deep breath. Just thinking about the provocative video the terrorists had sent him made him seethe with rage.
Gemira Town, Ethan's Hometown
A town ravaged by the scars of war. After Tony had wiped out the terrorists there and destroyed their weapons, he and Ethan had met in secret.
Ethan had become a teacher.
Not only did he teach regular academic subjects, but he also taught the children practical skills, such as how to avoid gunfire and protect themselves.
Tony's arrival had temporarily freed the town from the grip of terror.
But within less than a week, the town had once again fallen under the control of the terrorists.
And now, they had even issued a challenge to the so-called Iron Man — Tony himself.
They demanded that he arrive in Gemira within the allotted time. For every five minutes he was late, they would kill one person, continuing until he showed up or they killed everyone.
This announcement had been broadcast live on the internet, with the terrorists arrogantly claiming they would stream the process of defeating Iron Man.
The news spread like wildfire, and people were outraged by the cruelty of the terrorists.
However, Tony, upon seeing the broadcast, immediately stormed into his lab, suited up in the Iron Man armor, armed it with weapons, and set off for Gemira.
At the same time, as Tony rushed toward Gemira, a special jet was also en route to the town.
Blackbird Jet (Experimental Model)
With the designs for the Quinjet provided by Nick Fury and incorporating Hank McCoy's own innovations, he had spent a significant amount of money and time to develop this experimental model.
This was the Blackbird's first mission.
Three people were aboard the jet: Logan, Scott, and Remy LeBeau.
Since joining the school, they had periodically taken on such tasks to improve their reputation.
Through their persistent efforts, the X-School had earned a positive reputation, and the name of the X-Men had gradually spread.
"Dammit, why did it have to be me? Couldn't Hank or one of those eager little girls have come instead?"
Logan gripped the seatbelt tightly, visibly frustrated.
"Ha!"
Remy LeBeau, piloting the Blackbird, turned around and laughed. "You're not afraid of the mission, you just hate flying."
"Do you guys like it?"
Logan sighed. "Sitting in this damn thing feels like being swallowed whole. Do you enjoy that feeling?"
"Swallowed whole?"
Scott, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and asked curiously, "What have you been through?"
Logan's face twitched. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Ha, he definitely got swallowed by some weird thing," Remy LeBeau laughed. "And then came out somewhere even weirder."
"You damn gambler! Say that again and I'll throw you out of this plane!" Logan growled.
"Throw me out? Can you even fly this thing?" Remy LeBeau was unphased.
Logan gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath.
Cyclops chuckled quietly. "After we land, find a spot to drop me off first."
"Got it!" Remy smiled, winking at Scott. "You'd better keep an eye on me. I'm not as tough as Logan."
Logan snorted. "Pretty boy."
"Thanks for the compliment," Remy replied.
Logan: "..."
Scott, looking exasperated, rubbed his forehead.
He hoped this mission would go smoothly.
Based on the information they had, it seemed that, aside from two mutants among the terrorists, there weren't any other noteworthy threats. However, to avoid any surprises, they would still need to be cautious.
At Gemira Town
Innocent civilians were gathered in the town hall, while outside, terrorist groups were positioned in squads.
At a distance, a live broadcast van was parked.
The terrorists had truly prepared for a live stream of the event
This was a demonstration, a way to show the world the consequences of opposing them, and Iron Man was the star of this broadcast.
Tony flew high in the sky, scanning the situation inside the town hall.
Inside, there were a few terrorists watching the door, but the rest were civilians.
Most of the enemies were positioned outside the town hall.
Rocket launchers, armored vehicles, and even a tank... these terrorists sure had a high opinion of him.
Tony did another scan, confirming the positions of the few enemies inside the hall. His eyes narrowed, and he spoke coldly: "Jarvis, let's start the cleanup."
With that, he descended toward the town hall.
In mid-flight, he launched several missiles toward the tank and armored vehicles.
Boom! Boom!
The explosions were intense, and dozens of terrorists were obliterated instantly. As the terrorists scrambled in panic, Tony descended, smashing through the roof of the hall and crashing inside.
Before he even touched the ground, two mini six-barreled machine guns popped out of his shoulders, mowing down the terrorists within the hall.
"Ahh!"
"Oh my God!"
"Help!"
The people inside the hall screamed in fear, but as they saw the red and gold metal figure—Iron Man, the hero who had previously driven their fears away—they couldn't help but cheer.
But Tony didn't have time to enjoy the moment.
"Stay inside! Don't run!"
The metallic voice echoed through his helmet. Tony detected several rocket launchers aimed at the hall from the outside. His expression hardened. The Iron Man suit blasted forward with flames, charging out of the hall.
Boom!
He flew through the window, watching the rockets heading directly for him. His palm lit up, and bright energy beams shot out, detonating the rockets mid-air. Like a streak of red and gold light, Tony tore through the explosion's flames, spinning around the hall at high speed. The remaining three missiles, calculated by Jarvis, wiped out the terrorists surrounding the hall, temporarily eliminating the immediate threat.
He hovered at the entrance to the hall, his golden-red suit reflecting the sunlight with a cold, imposing aura.
It was a devastating display of power.
The surviving terrorists looked up in fear at the Iron Man, glancing at their guns, swallowing nervously.
Their armored vehicles and tank were destroyed, and their weapons were useless.
"Live broadcast?"
Tony looked at the broadcast van with a cold sneer and charged toward it.
At that moment, a figure shot out, crashing into Tony and sending him flying.
Tony rolled on the ground for a couple of turns. Seeing the dent that appeared on his armor, he was startled and turned his gaze toward the enemy.
(End of Chapter)