Boom, boom, boom!
Battle Armor after battle armor shot out like missiles, chasing Tony Stark as if a school of sharks was hunting him.
Peter swung through the air, using the launching battle armor to propel himself upwards. Just then, shattered glass rained down with a clatter, like a massive hailstorm!
Fortunately, it was all tempered glass. When it broke, it shattered into pieces the size of knuckles. Even falling from dozens of meters high, it was unlikely to kill anyone.
Of course, injuries were unavoidable.
Peter didn't want to see anyone get hurt, but the glass only fell for a few seconds. He couldn't weave a giant net to cover everyone in such a short time.
He could only keep swinging, his peripheral vision scanning for people who had fallen or were about to fall, then using his spider silk to pull them up and stick them in the air.
"Watch your feet!"
"Don't be scared, I'm here!"
As he swung, he used the amplifier Ben had added to his battle suit to shout. Soon, the entire venue looked like a giant spider's nest, with spider webs everywhere and people stuck to them.
Those people were like Peter's prey, unable to move.
But strangely, not many people were scared anymore. Who in New York didn't know their friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?
So, the audience, who had been fleeing in panic, slowly stopped, looking up at Peter, who was busy saving people in the sky.
"Great!"
Peter waved happily.
"I didn't expect adding an amplifier to the battle suit, Benny is such a genius!"
He muttered to himself, then hung upside down from the venue's metal framework. He activated the amplifier again, his voice echoing in every corner of the venue:
"Alright, now Spider Cop is here to direct traffic."
Peter's playful words put many people at ease. Some had been hit on the head by glass, breaking the skin, but were otherwise unharmed.
At the edge of the venue, away from the crowd, Gwen heard Peter's words and couldn't help but chuckle.
Just now, she noticed Peter disappear and immediately followed him, thus witnessing the scene of Peter transforming into Spider-Man.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that the usually timid Peter Parker was actually Spider-Man!
Even more absurdly, he called himself Spider Cop, which made Gwen stifle a laugh.
Didn't he know that the New York Police Commissioner hated Spider-Man the most?
"Alright, ma'am over there, push your stroller and leave first. Don't worry, Spider-Man won't revoke your driver's license."
"Okay, old folks, follow along. What, eighty years old? It's fine, even a hundred-year-old can drive today..."
As Peter directed, he was also looking for Gwen.
He had left abruptly and was worried Gwen was looking for him everywhere. But soon, Peter spotted Gwen leaving the crowd in an orderly fashion, and he felt relieved.
When Gwen learned Peter was Spider-Man, she had actually thought about teasing him, like asking for help and saying her friend Peter Parker was lost, to see his reaction.
But she eventually dismissed the idea.
The situation was urgent now; it wasn't the time for jokes.
At the same time, the other venues, upon experiencing the sudden incident, also received alerts and began evacuating personnel. Only the Primus Pavilion was an exception.
Harry, who had prepared in advance, was not flustered by the situation. His tall stature made him look more like a model than a tycoon standing on the exhibition stage.
Harry made eye contact with Ben, who was lounging with his legs crossed below, then calmly opened the venue's skylight, allowing everyone to witness the night's spectacle.
"Everyone, no need to panic. Our Primus Pavilion is fully covered by an energy barrier on the outside, ensuring everyone's safety."
As soon as he finished speaking, a downed Iron Robot crashed towards the Primus Pavilion!
"Ah!"
The crowd gasped, some even covering their heads and crouching on the ground, followed by a terrifying explosion.
BOOM!!
Instantly, a massive fireworks display erupted above everyone's heads. The blue protective shield, which had appeared on the previously empty sky, flickered with the spread of the flames before disappearing.
Seeing this, all the spectators couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then marveled at the technology possessed by Primus.
Harry seized the opportunity and continued, "Similarly, this technology will be applied to our cars as a safety protection system, ensuring the safety of passengers in any situation."
Then, Harry asked all the audience members to stand up from their seats. The seats all automatically descended and sank into the ground.
The Primus Pavilion would serve as a temporary shelter, accommodating some of the audience from other venues.
Ben led Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and others backstage. The space here was much more spacious.
Aunt May was constantly calling Peter on her phone, but there was no answer.
"What should we do? I can't reach Peter," she said anxiously.
It was no surprise that Peter had already become Spider-Man and was saving people elsewhere.
To prevent Aunt May and Uncle Ben from worrying, Ben had Eunice hack into Peter's phone and send Aunt May a text message to let her know he was safe.
Meanwhile, Tony was leading a large number of Iron Soldiers, constantly evading in the sky.
The soldiers manufactured by Hammer Industries were visibly inferior in performance to Tony's battle armor, lagging far behind Iron Man and Rhodey.
Seeing this, Ben shook his head with a hint of disdain.
After all, those battle armors were unmanned. If they couldn't even match Tony's performance without a weak pilot holding them back, it just showed how much lower Hammer Industries' standards were compared to Stark's.
In the end, the greatest threat to Tony came from his own weapons.
But none of that mattered.
"Once I control Hammer Industries, I'll upgrade them all," Ben smiled.
The biggest reason he wanted Hammer Industries was for these ready-made robots.
With them, Ben could fully arm Queens and ensure Aunt May and Uncle Ben's safety.
Besides that, Hammer Industries' production lines would also be incredibly useful, whether for building an army of iron-clad soldiers or for manufacturing high-tech cars.
Furthermore, Connors' Ecopark could be expanded to raise more mutated lizards, allowing them to fulfill Primus's backlog of orders sooner and release an upgraded version of the Self-Healing Serum.
Then, Primus would no longer need Osborn's protection and would truly become a behemoth.
Of course, there were other concerns. Norman, for instance, was worried about Primus rising too quickly and attracting unwanted attention.
But he didn't realize that the unwanted attention was already there.
If possible, Ben planned to use Osborn as a shield while he developed, but this protection could only block ordinary people's attention. Those who posed a real threat were already watching from the shadows.
When S.H.I.E.L.D. came knocking, would Hydra be far behind?
In truth, Ben didn't care whether he cooperated with S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra. It was just that these people were relentless and insatiably greedy.
If they set their sights on Primus, the nine-headed serpent would find a way to swallow it whole, either by constantly infiltrating Primus with agents, orchestrating accidents, or outright seizing the company.
Ben himself wasn't afraid of accidents, but he feared the consequences spreading to others.
To prevent all of this, he could only ensure Primus had enough power and influence.
If only I could bring Sakaar's military force here, it would be much easier.
The Sakaar Galactic Plumbers were powerful, but distant help couldn't solve immediate problems.
It was like that European couple traveling in India; no matter how wealthy they were in their own country, once they were on someone else's turf, they couldn't escape the fate of being overpowered.
Ben, after all, lived on Earth.
Moreover, Hammer Industries' downfall was a windfall from heaven; there was no reason to refuse it.
As he was thinking, Tony's voice came through his earpiece.
"Parker, I still need a little time to disable the War Machine's programming," Tony shouted. "Can you go help your cousin and take care of those ground robots?"
He had already reached an agreement with Ben before this. Tony only knew that Ivan Vanko had been taken by Hammer and intended to cause trouble at the exhibition.
But Tony hadn't expected even the War Machine to be modified, and Vanko's programming was advanced. Jarvis was already continuously locating the signal's origin and attempting to regain control of the War Machine.
"Don't rush. I can disable the War Machine's control program right now," Ben said to Tony as he separated from Aunt May and Uncle Ben.
"You can do that?" Tony's eyes widened.
After all, even Jarvis couldn't immediately terminate the opponent's system.
"He used some special equipment that requires manual operation. It's normal for Jarvis to be unable to do it," Ben explained.
On the other side, Tony blasted a robot and replied, "I'll have Jarvis locate it as soon as possible."
"No need," Ben interrupted him with a slight smile. "I already tampered with his system beforehand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tony noticed something unusual about the War Machine.
The next moment, Rhodey, who felt his body being controlled by the machine, sensed the situation improving as the dense red warning boxes in front of him disappeared one after another.
"Tony, I can control it now!" Rhodey shouted happily. He turned his War Machine around, chasing Tony's battle armor in the air. As he retreated, he blasted a robot behind him!
"That kid already messed with it. Why didn't he just delete the opponent's program entirely?" Tony grumbled.
Then, without needing any communication, the two old friends coordinated flawlessly, shooting down several robots in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, seeing the mechs in the air being shot down one by one and the War Machine escaping his control, Ivan Vanko began to lose his composure.
He slammed his fist onto the computer keyboard, spitting out a bamboo skewer from his mouth.
He made a decisive move, activating the auto-program for all remaining mechs to begin indiscriminate destruction. At the same time, he quickly moved away from his original position, preparing to depart in his custom battle suit!
Passing by a parrot, he glanced at it and said in Russian, "No matter what, today must have a conclusion."
In reality, Ivan Vanko didn't believe he could truly defeat Tony Stark.
Even though their technology both originated from the Arc Reactor, after their last encounter, he realized Tony was smarter than him.
Smarter, more advanced…
Tony's Battle Armor was superior in every aspect to his own, to Hammer Industries' creations. He knew he couldn't win.
Winning wasn't his goal anyway.
He wanted Tony to bleed, wanted Tony to be unable to protect the people he cared about. He wanted the whole world to see that Tony Stark wasn't a god, but a mere mortal, a despicable scoundrel who stole the fruits of others' labor!
Meanwhile.
Tony and Rhodey continuously led the robots that had locked onto them away from the exhibition. However, some robots lacked the ability to fly.
As ground troops, they were equipped with high-intensity heavy weaponry, forcing them to sacrifice flight capabilities.
Now, having lost Tony Stark as a target, they had gone berserk, attacking everything around them indiscriminately.
They locked onto the fleeing people, and the missiles on their shoulders activated.
BOOM!!
With a deafening explosion, the missile detonated in mid-air!
A tall man in a blue, form-fitting suit descended from the sky, his circular shield held protectively in front of his chest, blocking the fierce attack!
The alloy shield completely absorbed the shockwave of the explosion, protecting a spectator who had nearly been caught in the blast.
Captain America, in action!
"Are you alright?"
Steve turned his head, glancing at the spectator who had fallen to the ground in fear. He then extended his hand, pointing the way: "Head that way. The Primus Pavilion has an energy shield; it's safe there."
Without waiting for a response, he turned his gaze back to the heavily armed behemoth before him.
"This thing is practically a walking tank… I should have brought my hammer."
Steve muttered helplessly.
He had originally come to the exhibition with Coulson.
Coulson had confidently told him there was something at the expo that would interest him—and indeed, the hovercar reminded him of Howard.
But then, the unexpected happened.
From mutant monsters occupying Stark Tower, to aliens descending upon New Mexico, and now this…
All sorts of monsters were appearing one after another. Besides making Steve feel like the world was changing too fast, he couldn't help but wonder if America was becoming a bit too dangerous?
He had only been unfrozen for a few months and had already encountered three crises that could have destroyed a city. Weren't the American people living in dire straits?
Back then, he hadn't been too keen on accepting Thor's hammer, but now, Steve truly regretted not bringing it with him when he left the house.
As he was thinking, another missile streaked towards him.
Just as Steve was about to charge at the missile, a strand of spider silk shot out and stuck to the back of his waist. Then, a powerful force yanked him backward.
BOOM!
The missile exploded harmlessly. Steve blinked in surprise, then saw a red figure leap down.
"Nice suit. I'm a huge fan of Captain America too."
Peter delivered a flying kick, caving in the head of the robot that had attacked them, and then said, "But this place is too dangerous, you should go hide somewhere quickly."
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