The Invisible Man walked out of the filming set and headed for the underground parking lot.
As soon as he stepped into the parking area, a chilling murderous aura quickly spread.
A man dressed as a Hydra agent appeared and attacked him with a weapon.
"Hey, buddy, that's not a smart move," the Invisible Man said mockingly, instantly activating his unique invisibility power.
His figure vanished from sight, blending seamlessly into the environment. The Hydra agent was left staring blankly into the air.
"Where did he go?" one of the nearby agents asked nervously.
"The enemy's invisible! Activate thermal imaging!" the Hydra agent ordered immediately.
Suddenly, one of the agents felt a cold touch on his neck. Instinctively, he reached up—only to feel the edge of a cold blade.
"Relax, brother. I'm not going to let you get away that easily," the Invisible Man whispered in the agent's ear, his tone casual and teasing.
The agent spun around, searching for him, but saw nothing—until the Invisible Man suddenly appeared beside him, a dagger in hand and a mischievous grin on his face.
Slash!
Blood splattered everywhere.
"You guys are really stubborn," the Invisible Man said with a sneer.
The Hydra agents, furious, opened fire, but every shot hit only air. The Invisible Man moved swiftly, darting in and out of sight, attacking from every direction.
"Your attacks are useless," he laughed, flickering around them like a ghost.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Blood gushed from the agents' necks. They fell one after another, collapsing in a pool of blood like powerless machines shutting down.
Sensing movement behind him, one Hydra agent dropped from above, wielding a longsword. But the Invisible Man's fist flashed with electric light and struck the agent square in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground, immobilized.
"The weapon development department's gadgets are pretty handy," the Invisible Man said, shaking the switchable electric gauntlet on his hand.
He slowly approached the fallen agent, a smug grin spreading across his face.
"Next time, remember—don't challenge a superhero like the Invisible Man," he said confidently, then vanished from the parking lot.
As for his car? He wasn't touching it. The Invisible Man knew exactly what kind of people these were—his car was probably rigged with explosives.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Looks like we failed again," Sitwell said darkly, glaring at Crossbones.
"Shut up," Brock Rumlow snapped, frowning at the screen showing the dead Hydra agents lying on the ground.
"What, you still want to keep going? The minister told you to stop," Sitwell muttered, taking a sip of red wine.
Rumlow said nothing, his face grim as he stormed out of the room.
Sitwell shrugged and muttered to himself, "I told you—assassination should be simple. One Barrett shot from the shadows and done. But no, I like taking people alive—I want test subjects, you know?"
In the following days, Hydra seemed to quiet down. They stopped attacking Nathan Hawk and the superheroes.
Inside the filming location.
"Arghhh!" Andre groaned, clutching his head in frustration as he stared at the script before him.
At first, he thought acting would be easy—just give it your best during the day and have fun at night.
But now he wasn't so sure.
"You three are filming your first movie, so take it seriously, understand?" Nathan Hawk said firmly, standing behind them with Wesker by his side.
Oh, and Wesker still wore his signature sunglasses.
Andre wanted to protest—he was a superhero, after all! But seeing the Invisible Man nodding with a "Boss, you're absolutely right" look on his face, he just sighed and shut up.
"This production—script, crew, effects—it's all first-rate. None of you can slack off," Nathan said seriously, though his gaze lingered mostly on Andre and Electro.
As for the Invisible Man, Nathan didn't bother—he was a natural at this kind of thing.
Nathan wasn't about to tell them that the real reason he had them act in the movie was to raise public awareness, promote the superhero team, and boost his own summoning energy.
"Just focus on filming. That's all," Nathan said, dismissing the trio.
Andre sat on the steps, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, watching the "leading lady" immersed in her role.
"You're really beautiful," he said, smirking. "But I wonder if you'd like to join me for some stargazing tonight?"
The actress turned around and smiled charmingly at him, making Andre jump to his feet and mutter, "Damn, it's hot in here!"
Elsewhere, Electro was thrilled about the whole acting thing. Since arriving in this world, he'd felt like he truly belonged.
You came to the right place, meow. You really did, thank you, meow.
Electro enjoyed the attention and the comfort of his new life. Honestly, Nathan Hawk felt like a father to him.
Everyone around him either praised him or treated him well.
Electro could only say, "This is awesome!"
"Max, get ready for the next scene," the director called kindly.
"I'm ready, director!" Electro replied cheerfully, waving before slipping into character.
Defeating Spider-Man?
That was old news.
Now he was "the superstar" and "superhero" Max Dillon—Electro.
He felt dizzy with excitement but still fully aware of himself.
Meanwhile, Nathan Hawk listened to his secretary's report on Andre and Electro's progress and nodded.
"Call them later," he said, "and tell them to use their free time to crack down on criminals."
He waved the secretary off and turned to prepare for Justin Hammer's arrival.
"Whoa, boss!" Justin Hammer exclaimed, striding through the automatic doors with open arms.
"Cut the nonsense. How's it going?" Nathan asked, uncorking a bottle of '82 red wine and taking a long drink.
"Thanks," Hammer said, taking a glass. "I've bribed a lot of people lately—politicians, senators, even some army generals. Now both the government and the military are willing to invest. But I've got another plan—use my, or rather our, weapons to support the military."
Nathan nodded. "Good. A win-win. But I heard your company's orders have skyrocketed lately. Won't giving weapons away hurt your bottom line?"
Hammer smirked. "They're outdated models anyway. No loss giving them away. Our R&D team is developing a new type of missile—already got a name for it: Ex-Wife Missile." He grinned proudly.
"By the way, I've got the contracts ready. We each give the military 3%, and they'll be happy," Hammer added.
"Fine," Nathan agreed—that was what they had discussed earlier.
"With the military and congress on our side, and since superheroes have legal protections, no hearings can be held. But—" Hammer chuckled darkly.
Before Nathan could speak, Hammer downed his wine. "They're planning to hold a hearing on Stark's Iron Man title."
Hammer sneered. "If it weren't for his godfather pulling strings for him, he'd have fallen ages ago. This time, without help, he's on his own." His grin turned cruel. "What do you think will happen when those senators find Stark's weak spots?"
"Stark Industries will be torn apart by politicians and capital," he said gleefully, his face lighting up with malicious joy.
"I heard they're even thinking about rebranding the company—something like Stark Energy?" Nathan said, swirling his glass before finishing it in one gulp.
"Yeah, let them rebrand," Hammer said, his smugness fading for a moment.
When Justin Hammer learned that Tony Stark was no longer competing in the weapons industry, he was thrilled—and pleased with the result.
They were chasing "energy," something far more advanced than weapons.
"The enemy's energy can become a weapon—but your weapons aren't energy," Hammer muttered jealously.
Nathan Hawk didn't say anything, but judging by Hammer's expression, he could tell—just like in Iron Man 2—that the man's ambition was impressive, if misguided.
That hearing would test Tony Stark's courage.
Ivan Vanko was just as smart as Tony.
Weapons demos, armor duels, military backing—everything made them a serious threat.
Honestly, if Tony Stark weren't the protagonist, it would've been hard for him to survive that ordeal.
At the same time, Nathan Hawk couldn't help but pity Justin Hammer.
After all, his backer was S.H.I.E.L.D.—and it was S.H.I.E.L.D. that ensured Stark's dominance within the armored suits market.
Watching the giddy Hammer fantasize about Stark Industries' downfall, Nathan could only laugh along.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"KEKEKEKEKEKE!"
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