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Monaco Grand Prix – The Race Begins
The streets of Monaco had transformed into a roaring arena.
Grandstands stretched along the twisting coastal circuit, packed with thousands of spectators whose voices blended into a restless ocean of excitement. The Mediterranean sun blazed overhead, reflecting off the polished bodies of dozens of high-performance race cars lined up along the starting grid. Engines rumbled like restrained beasts, their low growls vibrating through the asphalt.
Flags fluttered in the warm sea breeze. The smell of gasoline, hot rubber, and ocean salt hung thick in the air.
Today was the Monaco International Grand Prix.
And the race had officially begun.
Through his wealth and influence, Justin Hammer had managed to arrange everything exactly as Jack demanded. Money flowed like water behind the scenes—permits adjusted, identities concealed, and positions secured.
The result?
Jack now sat comfortably inside a race car on the starting grid.
From the outside, nothing about him appeared unusual. The sleek machine blended perfectly with the other high-performance vehicles waiting for the signal to begin.
Yet beneath the helmet and sunglasses, Jack's lips curled with quiet amusement.
Not far away—
Another driver sat inside a blue race car.
Tony Stark.
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Murmurs in the Grandstand
Up in the crowded stands, whispers began to spread among the spectators.
"Hey… isn't that Tony Stark?"
A few heads turned.
Someone raised binoculars.
"Yeah, that's him!"
The recognition spread quickly like a spark through dry grass.
"How does he still dare show up here?" someone scoffed loudly. "After everything that happened to him?"
Another voice joined in.
"Exactly! His house got blown up, didn't it?"
A third spectator laughed harshly.
"Wasn't he the one bragging that no one on Earth could challenge him? That global peace existed because of him?"
"Yeah, that arrogant speech about protecting the whole world!"
Now that he was standing there again in public, the myth around Tony Stark seemed strangely fragile.
The tone of the crowd shifted.
"When you think about it now," someone muttered, "those words sound pretty disgusting."
"Just a narcissistic rich guy," another sneered.
"Iron Man? Please. He's nothing special."
The crowd buzzed with judgment.
Public opinion could turn faster than the wind.
And today, Tony Stark stood directly beneath it.
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The Media Storm
As Tony moved through the pit area, reporters swarmed him instantly.
Microphones thrust toward his face.
Cameras flashed relentlessly.
"Mr. Stark!" a journalist shouted. "What is your view on Jack—the public enemy of humanity?"
"Why is he targeting you specifically? Do you have a personal grudge?"
Another voice cut in.
"Mr. Stark, your home was destroyed and the Stark Expo was ruined. Do you plan to seek revenge?"
"Jack appears extremely powerful. Do you think you can defeat him?"
A third reporter shouted over the chaos.
"You once said you were the guardian of world peace. Can you still say that now?"
"And what do you say to the people around the world who are questioning you?"
Tony's expression darkened.
Each question landed like another hammer blow against his patience.
The cameras kept flashing.
The voices kept pressing closer.
Finally—
"Get out of my face!" Tony snapped.
His voice cut through the noise like a blade.
"Mr. Stark—!"
"Mr. Stark, wait—!"
But Tony had already turned away.
Without another word, he climbed into his blue race car.
Yes.
Tony Stark had entered the race.
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Engines Unleashed
Down on the starting line, Jack's car waited three positions behind Tony's.
From inside the helmet, Jack could see the familiar blue car ahead.
Tony had no idea who sat just three vehicles behind him.
Even if he looked, recognition would be impossible.
Jack's helmet and sunglasses concealed his identity completely.
The starting lights blinked red.
The crowd held its breath.
Then—
Green.
The flag swung downward.
Instantly, the roar of engines exploded across the circuit.
Dozens of race cars surged forward like unleashed missiles, tires screeching as rubber burned against the asphalt. The grandstands erupted in cheers while the vehicles shot down the narrow Monaco streets at terrifying speeds.
Metallic blurs raced past stone walls and harbor barriers.
The race had begun.
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Something Strange
The cars had barely completed the opening stretch when something unusual happened.
Near one section of the track—
A maintenance gate opened.
A man wearing bright orange worker clothing stepped onto the circuit.
At first, people assumed it was some kind of emergency staff.
But confusion spread quickly.
"What's he doing?"
"Why is someone on the track?!"
"Is that part of the race?"
The figure continued walking calmly onto the asphalt.
Then—
He reached up.
Slowly, he removed the orange worker helmet.
He tossed it aside.
The man revealed a hard, pale face.
Russian.
From inside his coat, he pulled out two long metal whips.
Steel whips.
Electricity crackled along their length.
Bright blue sparks danced across the metal surface as a strange device attached to the handles began humming with power.
The Russian gripped both whips firmly.
Then he started walking forward.
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The First Strike
A race car sped toward him.
The driver barely had time to react.
The Russian swung his arm.
The electric whip lashed forward like lightning.
CRACK!
The strike hit the car's nose.
The result was catastrophic.
The front of the vehicle exploded instantly, torn apart by the powerful electrical discharge. The race car launched into the air, spinning violently before crashing back down onto the track.
Metal twisted.
Debris scattered everywhere.
The wrecked vehicle rolled several times before finally collapsing into a smoking heap.
A collective gasp erupted from the grandstand.
"Oh my God!"
The crowd cried out in shock.
But the Russian wasn't finished.
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Tony Under Attack
Another race car roared toward him.
This time—
It was Tony Stark.
Tony's blue vehicle approached at high speed, the engine screaming as it tore around the corner.
The Russian raised his whip again.
CRACK!
The electrified cable struck the front of Tony's car.
The nose of the vehicle split open instantly.
Tony's car lifted violently off the ground before crashing back down onto the asphalt. The vehicle rolled again and again, metal grinding against concrete.
By the time it stopped—
The car was nearly destroyed.
Tony crawled out of the wreckage.
The Russian began walking toward him slowly.
His eyes burned with intense hatred.
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Jack's Move
Meanwhile—
Jack was still driving.
His car sped through the track smoothly, weaving between debris and wrecked vehicles.
From behind the helmet, Jack grinned.
"Well," he murmured.
"That certainly grabbed everyone's attention."
His eyes gleamed.
"Time for daddy to create a little more chaos."
He tapped a button.
"Crosshairs," Jack said calmly. "Show them what you can do."
A voice responded through the car's internal system.
"Old boss, I knew you'd say that."
The car's AI laughed lightly.
"Watch this."
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The Transformation
Jack's race car suddenly accelerated.
The engine roared louder.
Then—
The front of the vehicle began shifting.
Metal plates slid apart.
Mechanical parts rotated and locked into place.
In seconds, the front of the race car transformed into a massive spinning power saw.
The blade screamed as it spun.
Jack slammed the accelerator.
The car surged forward.
Ahead of him, another race car sped along the track.
Jack didn't slow down.
SCREEEEEECH!
The spinning saw smashed directly into the other vehicle.
Sparks exploded.
Metal tore apart like paper.
The unfortunate race car split cleanly into two halves.
Pieces of the vehicle scattered across the road.
The grandstands fell silent.
Every spectator stared in disbelief.
What was happening?
This wasn't a race anymore.
It had become a battlefield.
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Missiles and Mayhem
Crosshairs didn't stop.
The car's body opened again.
A missile launcher emerged.
"Target locked," the AI said cheerfully.
A missile fired.
BOOM!
The car ahead exploded instantly.
Flames erupted.
Shrapnel blasted outward, flying toward the nearby stands.
People screamed.
"Ahhh!"
Spectators scrambled to escape as debris rained down around them.
But Jack's rampage had only begun.
The car continued racing through the track.
Behind him—
Oil sprayed across the asphalt.
The slick liquid spread across the road like a deadly trap.
Three race cars drove through it at high speed.
Their tires lost grip instantly.
The vehicles spun wildly out of control.
One smashed into a stone pillar.
Another flew into the barrier.
A third crashed directly into the stands.
The resulting explosions triggered a chain reaction.
More cars collided.
More flames erupted.
The grandstands descended into chaos.
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No One Dares Stop Him
By now, almost no one was paying attention to Tony Stark or the Russian attacker anymore.
Every eye was fixed on the car Jack was driving.
The vehicle had become a symbol of pure destruction.
Security staff stood frozen in shock.
No one dared step forward.
Trying to stop that machine would be suicide.
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Face to Face
Jack's car tore through another race vehicle, splitting it cleanly in half.
Then—
He arrived at the center of the chaos.
Tony Stark was running along the track.
Behind him—
The Russian swung his electric whips repeatedly.
Tony could only dodge and retreat desperately.
Suddenly—
A black Rolls-Royce burst onto the track.
The luxury car slammed directly into the Russian, smashing him into the iron fence.
Tony turned.
"Perfect timing!" he shouted.
"Give me my armor!"
The driver inside the Rolls-Royce—Tony's chauffeur—threw a red metal case toward him.
"Here!"
The Russian recovered quickly.
With a furious roar, he lashed out with his electric whip.
CRACK!
The whip sliced through the Rolls-Royce.
Half the car fell away instantly.
Tony didn't waste a second.
He stepped onto the red metal case.
The case unfolded.
Mechanical panels expanded upward.
Layer by layer, the Iron Man armor assembled around Tony's body.
Red and gold plates locked into place.
Power surged through the suit.
Iron Man had returned.
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The Reveal
At that exact moment—
Jack stopped his car.
He stepped out onto the track.
Slowly, deliberately, he removed his sunglasses.
Then he pulled off the racing helmet.
He tossed both aside.
The sunlight fell directly onto his face.
The crowd saw him clearly.
Gasps spread through the grandstands.
"That… that's…"
"Is that—"
"Jack?!"
Shock swept through the audience like a tidal wave.
Humanity's most wanted criminal had just revealed himself—
Right in the middle of the Monaco Grand Prix.