Chapter 224: The Petty Tang Song and Killian
His sudden high-profile birthday banquet for his woman undoubtedly attracted the interest of many people.
Because he deliberately kept a low profile, Tang Song didn't send out many invitations for this birthday banquet.
However, those who came were influential figures from various countries, major powers, and Organizations around the world.
Zaibatsus and Organizations from different countries, and even The Church from Rome sent two Cardinals specifically to bless Rogue.
All of this was the power of influence.
Halfway through the banquet, the guests in the Hall entered the stage of socializing and chatting with each other. Lane was in charge of entertaining.
Tang Song, the host, having nothing else to do, took Rogue to the greenhouse in the backyard.
The greenhouse in the backyard of the banquet hall had a roof made of several giant artificial crystal panels, each a hundred meters long and over ten centimeters thick, forming a greenhouse covering hundreds of square meters.
Through the flawless artificial crystal, large patches of sunlight could be seen spilling into the garden, where exotic flowers and plants flourished, flowers bloomed, and a faint fragrance drifted. Tang Song held Rogue and sat under a grape trellis in a corner of the garden. He opened one of the carefully selected bottles of fine champagne, and the two of them drank, one sip after another.
Rogue nestled in Tang Song's embrace, her face showing a sense of satisfaction as she enjoyed the fine wine and the beautiful scene.
Since her Mutant Ability awakened, the time she had spent by Tang Song's side had been the happiest days of her life.
Rogue waved her hand, and the scattered flower petals in the garden seemed to be attracted by an invisible Qi Energy, gathering in her palm.
Looking at the colorful petals in her palm, a faint smile appeared on Rogue's small face.
In her most difficult time, Tang Song not only made her feel the warmth of a home but also helped her resolve the flaws caused by her Mutant Ability.
Rogue buried her head in Tang Song's embrace and rubbed against him. Tang Song playfully scratched her nose, "Your Cultivation is quite good!"
While the two were being affectionate, Skye walked in with Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En, carrying large and small bags of things. Seeing the two of them being so lovey-dovey, Skye rolled her beautiful eyes.
"Rogue, um, these are all your birthday gifts. Let's open them together."
Gu Zi Yun, standing nearby, tilted her head, "Hehe! It feels like opening treasure chests!"
Before she could finish speaking, several Maids came in carrying even more packages.
Rogue let out a surprised cry and soared into the air with a whoosh, pouncing on Skye.
The girls gathered together, each taking a pair of golden scissors and giggling as they opened the packages.
Tang Song took out a cigar and had just lit it.
He was then chased out of the small garden by the three girls who disliked the smoke.
Tang Song, smoking his cigar, returned to the Hall. As soon as he appeared in the Hall, a crowd surrounded him.
"Hmm?"
Tang Song was perfunctorily chatting with the Powerful Figures when he suddenly saw a Middle-Aged Man in a suit blocking Tony Stark in a corner of the Hall, shouting something hoarsely! His gaze flickered, and he excused himself from the people around him with a cupped-fist gesture, then walked over.
"Tony Stark, I never expected to meet you here! Everything you've done to me, I will repay it twofold someday!"
Tony Stark held a champagne glass in his hand, looking at the Middle-Aged Man blocking his way, his face filled with rage. He was somewhat taken aback.
"Uh, excuse me, who are you?"
Killian looked at the bewildered look on Tony Stark's face, his hands trembling with anger.
He forgot, he actually forgot!
Heh heh!
What did the humiliation he suffered mean in his eyes?
Looking at the arrogant guy in front of him, Killian clenched his fist, his fingernails digging fiercely into his flesh and blood, drops of fresh blood dripping onto the carpet in the Hall.
Tony Stark, however, looked at the indignant guy in front of him with a puzzled expression.
He really couldn't remember who this man named Killian was.
What he didn't know was that the man in front of him was once his fervent fan, regarding him as an idol.
Later, Killian discovered a virus that could combine with the human body and enhance its functions, and he wanted to find him to seek cooperation.
But who was Tony Stark? The President of Stark Industries. There were too many people who came to him every year with so-called good projects.
Tony Stark originally thought Killian was also one of those guys who aimed high but had low capabilities. He casually told Killian to wait for him on the Rooftop back then, but then forgot about it, or rather, he never took it seriously from the beginning.
As a result, Killian waited on the Rooftop all night. The wind on the Rooftop was cold, but it couldn't compare to the coldness in Killian's heart. Feeling humiliated, he almost jumped directly from the Rooftop. As he was about to commit suicide by jumping, he saw fireworks and experienced a desperate situation, which sparked his determination to seek revenge on Tony Stark. He decided to research this virus himself. He founded the A.I.M. Company and named the virus he developed the Extremis Virus.
Revenge on Tony Stark was Killian's only motivation for living. He even went so far as to experiment with the Extremis Virus on himself.
Killian looked at Tony Stark in front of him. Beneath his clothes, the flesh and blood under his skin were faintly turning red, as if lava was flowing. Just as Killian couldn't help but clench his fist and was about to punch Tony Stark's arrogant face.
Tang Song walked over with a wine glass, interrupting the somewhat tense pair.
His gaze swept over Killian, feeling the power suppressed like lava inside his body.
"Mr. Killian, thank you for coming to this banquet. I see there's some misunderstanding between you and Mr. Stark.
These are your own matters, and I don't want to interfere, but how about you resolve things privately after the banquet ends? Just give me a little face!"
Honestly, Tang Song didn't have much ill will towards Killian. Tony Stark's enemy was entirely his own doing.
Good and evil were not absolute to Tang Song. What he was interested in was the Extremis Virus developed by Killian.
Killian glanced at Tang Song, restrained the rage in his heart. The guests at today's banquet showed Tang Song's energy.
Before completing his revenge plan, Killian didn't want to provoke trouble for himself.
He turned to leave.
Tang Song suddenly called out to him, "Mr. Killian, I heard your A.I.M. Company is researching a new type of virus. I'm very interested in biological research. Are you interested in accepting investment?"
Killian's gaze changed, and he glanced at Tony Stark beside him, then composed himself, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Tang. I don't lack funds at the moment!"
Tang Song smiled indifferently, "It's alright, everyone has their own aspirations. If you need funds, you can find me."
Looking at Killian's retreating figure,
Tang Song pursed his lips tightly. After a long time, he asked Tony Stark very seriously and sternly, "As a Level 4 S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, shouldn't you prevent extreme crime?"
Tony looked at Tang Song, seemingly not understanding.
Tang Song smiled and didn't explain the reason to Tony Stark. Instead, he held his wine glass and found Director Hill, who had recently taken office.
"Have S.H.I.E.L.D. investigate Killian, the President of A.I.M. I suspect he wants to murder Mr. Tony Stark, the President of Stark Industries, and Ms. Potts.
Also, the Extremis Virus his Company is researching involves human experimentation. Yes, don't forget to bring back the evidence!"
After the World Security Council passed the "Illegal Experiment Prohibition Treaty," S.H.I.E.L.D.'s duties increased. They needed to start processing experiment applications from around the world.
Especially large-scale experiments that could cause dangerous consequences needed to be reviewed by the World Security Council first.
Illegal experiments like those conducted by AIM needed to be intervened, and severe cases required military force intervention and sanctions.
Even if S.H.E.L.D. launched an armed action against Killian, all of this was undoubtedly legal behavior on various levels.
It was absolutely because someone was petty and retaliating after being rejected, absolutely not!
In the corner of the Hall, Hill held a champagne glass. At this moment, she had shed her usual heroic combat uniform for a black bodycon dress that added a touch of allure.
"Should I notify Tony?"
"No, wait until Killian makes his move, then let Frank step in and see if there's a chance to get Stark's Arc Reactor. I've taken on a big business, but I don't want to see my fingerprint on this guy!"
Tang Song's arm was around Hill's waist, this S.H.I.E.L.D. Director he had personally promoted.
"Oh, right, don't leave today. Big Cat has perfected his backflip recently. You and Rogue and the others can enjoy it together!"
It was raining, and it was a torrential downpour.
Three high-altitude fighter jets roared past under the clouds at high speed, rushing towards several Humvees that were frantically fleeing in the distance.
Twelve light aerial missiles launched with long fiery tails, and the Humvees were blown to pieces.
Killian was curled up under a large tree not far away, covered tightly by dozens of banana trees over thirty meters high.
The heavy rain beat down on the banana leaves, with only a few drops of rain managing to fall through the banana leaves onto Killian's body.
Killian looked at the Humvee convoy that had been blown to pieces, trembling all over, unsure if it was from anger or fear.
Or both.
S.H.I.E.L.D., it was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fighter jets. Killian almost ground his teeth. It was too shameless.
It had only been two or three days since he refused Tang Song, and AIM was hit by a joint strike from the tax authorities, FBI, and various other agencies.
Several of AIM's Experimental Bases were even sealed by S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
Killian originally thought it was Tony Stark, that hypocrite, who had made the move. Forced into a desperate situation, he directly launched an attack on Tony Stark's sea view villa ahead of schedule, initiating his revenge.
To his surprise, Tony Stark's sea view villa seemed completely undefended. The fighter jets he controlled successfully carried out an air strike, bombing Tony Stark's home into Ruins.
Even Tony Stark himself was severely injured by the air-to-surface missile attack from the fighter jets.
Not only that, but he also kidnapped Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's girlfriend.
Originally, everything had progressed according to his plan's expectations. Just as he was planning to hijack Pepper and was determined to play with Tony Stark, that arrogant guy, like a cat playing with a mouse.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents suddenly appeared and ambushed his last research base.
"Fuck!"
Thinking about how the AIM he had worked so hard to create was destroyed just like that, Killian grabbed the grass roots on the Ground, his arms faintly glowing with an abnormal red light.
A figure silently landed on the banana tree, eyes blood-red, staring intently at Killian. Seeing the abnormal red light surging on Killian's body, Frank heavily stepped through layers of banana leaves and landed in front of Killian.
Killian was startled. Before he could clearly see the figure, he threw a fist towards Frank.
Under Killian's fist, red light seemed to flow, like a red-hot branding iron.
Before the fist even arrived, a wave of hot wind rushed towards Frank.
Frank also threw a fist, his arm also glowing with a red luster. Upon closer inspection, it was strands of red, flame-like monkey fur.
Killian gave a cold laugh. Under the modification of the Extremis Virus, his fist could crush steel into molten iron.
Punching him!
Crack!
Killian felt a severe pain in his arm. A bone-cracking sound echoed from his hand bone all the way up his entire arm.
His entire arm went completely limp.
Frank flashed behind Killian and chopped down with a palm. Killian immediately fell to the Ground with a thud.
He rummaged through Killian's body for a while, leisurely pulled out a USB drive, then lifted Killian like a dead dog and quickly left the scene in a fighter jet.
Three days after the Tony Stark attack incident, in the dim environment of the Paradise Nightclub in San Francisco, red, green, and purple lights hit the faces of the men and women, making their young faces flicker and change, like ghosts.
Deafening speakers, hysterical roars, the dull rumble of subwoofers that made the entire Ground tremble slightly, and the crazy screams coming from who knows where, made the entire Nightclub feel like Hell, filled with a crazy, perverted, and terrifying doomsday atmosphere.
In the Dance Floor in the center, which was shaped like a gladiatorial arena, countless people were twisting and dancing wildly together. They rubbed their bodies against each other, and an ambiguous aura permeated the entire Dance Floor.
Sweating profusely, sweating profusely. The entire Dance Floor was in a state of frenzy.
In the back room of the Nightclub, a Bald Headed Big man sat quietly on a sofa behind the Bar Counter, holding a glass of beer.
"Hey, you're Scorpion! I'm looking for your Leader!"
The Big man was startled by the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. His hand instinctively reached under the sofa and pulled out a loaded Uzi submachine gun.
"Hey, don't be nervous! I have an appointment with your Boss to pick up a batch of goods!"
The ethnic Chinese Middle-Aged Man knocked on the table, reminding him, "You'd better move the muzzle away a bit, lest it go off!"
The Middle-Aged Man looked at the guy in front of him who was clearly drunk. Although he wasn't afraid, he didn't want to get shot for no reason.
"Have an appointment with our Boss!"
The Strong man with a scorpion tattooed on his Bald Head carefully looked at the Middle-Aged Man. He cursed under his breath and put away the Uzi gun, picking up the red telephone next to him.
"Alright, follow me!"
After saying a few simple words to the person on the other end, Scorpion led the Middle-Aged Man into the adjacent fire Passage.
After walking about ten steps, a private elevator with a password lock appeared at the end.
The Scorpion Big man glanced at the Middle-Aged Man. The Middle-Aged Man sensibly turned his back.
Beep beep beep beep—
The elevator descended about ten meters. The Scorpion Big man led the Middle-Aged Man through the Passage. Along the way were Big men holding firearms, each scrutinizing the Middle-Aged Man.
At the end of the Passage, a large, exquisitely decorated and luxurious Room appeared before the Middle-Aged Man. "Friend, rules!"
Two Big men guarding the Gate, carrying M16 rifles, pointed their guns at the Middle-Aged Man. Scorpion stepped forward to search him.
The Middle-Aged Man spread his hands, extending them, and allowed Scorpion to search him.
Extremely authentic Pompadour-style luxurious decoration, clearly genuine antique furniture, and the rich aroma of hot coffee.
A thin Black Person with a Bald Head and glasses lay leisurely on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee. In his slightly red eyes were a pair of lazy eyes, looking listlessly at the Middle-Aged Man who walked in.
In this Room, which was about two hundred square meters, there were several other people sitting quietly in the corners, silently savoring fragrant cigars.
The man holding the coffee cup slowly straightened up and took out a matchbox-sized metal block from a box next to him.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang,"
Gus Fring, after plastic surgery, walked leisurely to the Middle-Aged Man and handed him the metal block.
"The goods have been loaded onto the ship. This is a signal jamming device. The Big Boss asked me to tell you that there is a tracking and self-destruct system in the goods. Be careful when you dismantle it!"
"Thank your Big Boss for me!" The Middle-Aged Man took the jammer and nodded.
In the Nightclub Dance Hall, Black Widow and Hawkeye, disguised as people out for fun, were sitting in a semi-open booth in a corner of the Dance Floor.
Black Widow raised her wine glass, covering her mouth, but her gaze was fixed on the fire Passage next to them:
"After the attack incident, someone arrived before us and cleaned up the scene. A batch of Iron Suits and Arc Reactors from Tony Stark's villa are missing. According to intelligence, what we're looking for is in this Nightclub!"
Hawkeye lightly clinked glasses with Black Widow and drank the champagne inside in one gulp.
"I know all this, but why are we hiding our actions from Hill? Do you suspect she's also Hydra?"
"Remember the White House State Guest House attack incident? Besides Hydra, we've always suspected there's another mysterious influence hiding in the shadows!"
Hawkeye frowned, "You suspect Hill?"
"Fury suspects it's someone from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood. Whether it's the White House attack or some recent matters, don't you think the shadow of that Huaguo Tang is everywhere? After these things happen, he always manages to get benefits from them. Recently, Hill has been getting too close to that Tang!
And now S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of his people!"
"It seems a lot has happened while I was recovering!" Hawkeye felt like the world had been turned upside down since he woke up.
Alien invasion, and now the network is full of calls to establish an Earth Federation and advance into Space.
This made Hawkeye feel like Captain America, having slept not for two years, but twenty.
"Just consider it a two-year vacation. How does it feel to wake up from this sleep?"
"My whole body feels like my bones are rusted. I think I should get some good exercise!" Hawkeye stretched his shoulders.
At this moment, a young man in jeans quickly pushed his way through the crowd, rudely shoving aside several men and women who were clinging together and desperately rubbing their bodies, and approached the two: "Our people have arrived." The Level 3 S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent blinked his eyes: "Thirty elite Agents, all carrying heavy weapons!"
Hawkeye and Black Widow put down their wine glasses and stood up! At the same time, they ordered, "Move out!"
Two S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents filled with killing intent, leading a group of subordinates like wolves and tigers, walked towards the fire Passage.
"Stop, this is an internal Passage, outsiders are not allowed!"
Scorpion held an Uzi submachine gun in each hand, followed by seven or eight Strong men with guns, blocking Black Widow and the others.
In the various dark corners of the Nightclub, black shadows could be vaguely seen flashing. Behind black curtains, faint metal reflections were deliberately exposed. This was a form of deterrence, proving that behind those windows, there were large numbers of Gunmen on alert.
Scorpion stared fiercely at Hawkeye and Black Widow, his gaze lingering on Black Widow's graceful figure: "Who are you? This is our Territory."
"I hate your gaze!" Natasha Romanoff looked at Scorpion coldly, quickly drawing two silenced handguns.
"Puff puff puff puff puff"
Quickly pulling the trigger, Scorpion and the Strong men under him were instantly killed before they could react.
The moment Black Widow made her move, Hawkeye and the group of Agents behind him acted simultaneously.
Hawkeye threw several flashbangs at once. The Agents behind them drew their new assault rifles and performed quick, steady, and accurate sprayed fire on their predetermined targets.
Several Agents opened the briefcases they were carrying, forming folding bulletproof shields to prevent enemy counterattacks and stray bullets.
The entire Nightclub was in chaos amidst the gunfire and explosion sounds. Everyone frantically fled outwards.
Black Widow held two handguns, her gaze sweeping through the crowd in the Hall to prevent any targets from slipping away mixed in with the people.
"Hmm?"
Black Widow saw an ethnic Chinese Middle-Aged Man walking out mixed in with the crowd, his hands in his pockets.
As if noticing Black Widow's gaze, the man even smiled at her in a friendly manner! Black Widow was about to raise her gun, when she felt danger!
She suddenly felt like she was being targeted by a viper. She instinctively turned her head back. Not far away, a young Asian girl was sucking on a lollipop, licking the corner of her mouth, and looking at her.
She instinctively wanted to shoot, but the little girl instantly disappeared into the surging crowd. By the time she turned back to look for the Middle-Aged Man, the man had long since vanished.
"We were a step too late! They escaped through a tunnel!"
Looking at the empty Room and the secret door to the tunnel that his Agents had just found, Hawkeye frowned.
Black Widow said faintly, "I think I saw the target outside just now!"
Hawkeye was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked at Black Widow.
Black Widow shook her head, "He already left just now!"
"Where to next?"
Gu Zi Yun came out of the Nightclub Gate with a lollipop in her mouth, opened a black sports car, and sat in the front passenger seat! Zheng Duo En, wearing a Sailor uniform, turned her head to look at her.
"Things are done! Back to New York. That perverted Uncle is taking us out to sea for a few days!"
For the next period of time, Tang Song let the people below handle many matters.
Every day, he took Skye, Rogue, Fox, Scarlet Witch, Gu Zi Yun, and the others on a world tour.
Attending private concerts, skiing, driving a yacht and surfing by the sea.
On a white yacht, Tang Song lay on the Deck in loose beach shorts, sunbathing.
"Mr. Zhang! You got the things, that's good!
You're too kind with your words. As you said, we overseas Chinese are also concerned about our motherland.
Dragon Bone, serving the country? You're too kind, too kind. Since that's the case, I won't refuse!"
Casually throwing the Phone In the Sea, Tang Song comfortably closed his eyes. While Boss Tang was slowly enjoying this rare period of relaxation after a year!
The Starship Research Base where the Spatial Gate is located.
Command Center.
A huge light screen, ten meters long and four meters wide, appeared in the center of the Base. The light screen reflected the scene of the Space on the other side of the Spatial Gate.
More than ten Space Stations, like fortresses, stretched for seven or eight miles, forming a ring that concealed the Spatial Gate.
The Space Stations were densely packed with large-caliber railguns.
In addition, these Space Stations were also equipped with other high-tech weapons. Some of these weapons were replicas developed by the scientists in the Laboratory based on the cracked Chitauri technology, and some were secret weapons from various countries.
In a world like Marvel, where black technology emerges endlessly, the weapon development of various countries has reached its peak.
Five hundred kilometers outside the sky fortress, there were countless meteorites moving irregularly. These fake ones were found and modified by various countries, transported to specific orbits by Iron Robots, and given a little engine power. In a vacuum and zero gravity environment, the trajectory of these meteorites could be adjusted at any time.
It could be said to be a Space version of an active landmine formation.
"How far away are those Spaceships from us!?"
Tang Song, who had just received the information and rushed over, held his cane. Dr. Banner next to him brought up an astronomical detection map from one of the Space Fortresses.
"Based on their flight speed, they will reach the vicinity of the meteorite belt in 7 hours!"
"How much damage can these meteorite landmine formations cause!" The question came from a Federal Air Force general.
Tony Stark, whose head was still wrapped in gauze, spread his hands, "Time is limited. Some of these meteorites are modified Arc Reactors.
The other part is simply Nuclear Bombs wrapped in a layer of rock shell. Based on the calculation of the explosion power, a simultaneous detonation can easily destroy the Chitauri Starships."
"We have cracked the Chitauri Starship database. In the Milky Way Galaxy, known civilization levels are divided into five tiers. The Chitauri's technological level is at Tier 3!"
"What tier is our Earth technology at!"
A French lieutenant general asked curiously!
Tony Stark operated the computer without turning his head, "Tier 1, mastering nuclear energy, but without the ability for interstellar voyages!"
"Based on the resources that various countries can currently provide and the Chitauri technology we have cracked, Councilman Tang asked me and several Doctors to formulate an ultimate defense system!"
When Tony Stark said this, he made no secret of his inner displeasure and tapped the keyboard.
A huge light screen, over a hundred meters long and wide, replaced the original light screen. A 3D schematic of the area around the Spatial Gate flashed on the light screen.
On this 3D schematic, which occupied almost the entire area of the light screen, the various colored light spots representing anti-aircraft turrets and various defense facilities were as dense as bees clustered in a honeycomb, making one's eyes dizzy.
Several Directors of the World Security Council and important officials from various governments collectively gasped. Tony Stark introduced this Spatial Gate defense system to them in the simplest and most precise words.
The Spatial Gate defense system, based on Earth's current financial and material resources, would take about fifty years to complete.
Many things require the science and technology of the Chitauri, but they are currently still in the cracking stage.
"If Wakanda's Vibranium technology is taken into account, the time can be shortened to five years!"
Tang Song looked at the defense system in front of him. The concept for this defense system was proposed by him, with enemies like Thanos and Galactus as the hypothetical targets.
Tony Stark's defense schematic was just the initial stage.
If everything went smoothly, five years would be enough for him to build Earth into a steel armored hedgehog covered in spikes.
Tony Stark rubbed his brow. According to Tang Song's design requirements, the Spatial Gate defense system was sufficient to withstand a combined attack from one hundred Chitauri Starships and inflict devastating damage upon them.
To achieve this design standard, Tony Stark and all the scientists in the Laboratory almost racked their brains.
"I call this defense system the First Five-Year Plan, the Spatial Gate Defense Plan," Tang Song said, hands behind his back, looking at the 3D schematic in front of him.
"Within five years, the defense plan will be completed, and Earth will enter the next step: Planet exploration, resource exploration, and expansion!"
The Directors of the World Security Council and the many bigwigs from the military departments of various countries were stunned, marveling at this massive defense system.
This was just the initial stage.
The menacing Alien Spaceships seemed to be no problem in the face of this defense system? This was truly great!
But how much manpower and material resources would it take to achieve such an effect? This... it really made their hearts ache!
In Tang Song's plan, the future Earth would become the center of the Milky Way Galaxy. The bolder the person, the greater the yield! The laws of the Jungle apply not only to Earth but also to the entire Universe. The weak are prey to the strong, this is the natural order.
The truly planned defense system is centered around the Planet, transforming the Solar System into a comprehensive planetary defense system.
A stable Base group is the foundation for Earth's outward expansion.
Of course, this was just Tang Song's plan! Time passed little by little, and soon ten golden Starships appeared near the Spatial Gate.
The Kymellians, one of the nomadic races in the Universe. Many people say they are a variation of the Thing.
The Kymellians would not admit this. They have nothing to do with those reckless Things.
They are Kymellians, the Kymellian Crystal People!
Their mother planet, Kymellia, was destroyed by a natural disaster. Like most nomadic races, the Kymellian race had no choice but to become Cosmic Mercenaries, moonlighting as pirates.
"The coordinates are up ahead!"
A Kymellian looked at the ring-shaped Space Station in front of them, comparing it to the coordinates given by the Kree.
They were hired by Ronan the Accuser to retrieve a lost Kree item at these coordinates. The price was very high, making it impossible for the Kymellian race to refuse! They also didn't dare to refuse the infamous Accuser! "Advance all ships within ship cannon range and destroy those buildings!"
Ten pale golden Starships sailed towards the Space Fortress. Ten thousand kilometers, five thousand kilometers, five hundred kilometers. Just as these ten Spaceships entered the predetermined ambush zone.
As the nuclear detonation button on the central console in the Base was activated, the modified Nuclear Reactors in the meteorite belt were activated one after another. The ten Alien Spaceships were all enveloped in a layer of dazzling white light. The radiance formed by the explosion of dozens of Nuclear Reactors was enough to blind a person's eyes.
The dark Space seemed to be illuminated. The ten Alien Spaceships were simultaneously engulfed in explosion sounds.
"Good calculation!"
Tang Song looked at Tony Stark with approval. The setting of the meteorite belt was precisely calculated by Tony Stark. Five hundred kilometers was when the range of a typical Starship's force was greatest, while also avoiding the shockwave of the explosion from causing damage to the Space Station.
Tony Stark's mouth curled up, but on the surface, he gave a dismissive cold laugh.
"Activate the Iron Soldiers, clear the battlefield, collect useful supplies, and replenish the meteorite belt!"
The entire Base operated like a wound-up clock, proceeding in an orderly manner.
(end of chapter)