"Not interested, we're going racing now, Stark."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a certain salted fish was already blowing bubbles.
"Racing?"
Nick Fury and Natasha froze.
BOOM———
A violent airflow blasted out as Stark shot out first.
"Hahahaha~~~ Saitama, I can't beat you, but racing, hehe…"
Stark laughed smugly.
He knew Saitama couldn't fly.
So he specially showed off his newest Mark III.
Engines roaring, sonic booms cracking!
The feeling was absolutely insane!
Especially watching Saitama choke on his exhaust!
COOL!
But just a second after Stark took off—
A blinding bolt of lightning streaked into the sky…
Later—
Every time Stark recalled that scene, he couldn't help but sigh:
I, the man who claimed to be Marvel's most low-key billionaire,
Yesterday lost to a bald guy.
He used a fake drift.
His ride was so fast it blew past me in an instant.
I didn't even see his license plate.
But…
He had eyes. That bald head.
If you know who he is,
Please tell him this:
Saturday night,
I'll be waiting on that street in Manhattan!
…
Ivan Vanko disappeared without a trace.
Nick Fury: "That must've been an illusion, right? Is there really some bald kid called Saitama here?"
Natasha silently nodded, "…"
Ten thousand meters above the ground.
Stark swallowed a mouthful of exhaust as Saitama transformed into lightning, blazing past him.
The speed was so fast it made Stark doubt life itself.
With the ability to absorb talents, flight was no longer Saitama's weakness.
Before, Saitama was the strongest on land.
Now?
Sorry, he dominates land, sea, and air!
…
As the two of them raced day and night without care—
At Edwards Air Force Base.
A strange, sharp whine unlike any jet echoed.
Everyone in the base looked up.
Roaring flames drew closer.
Officers and soldiers dropped what they were doing, staring dumbfounded at the sky.
A silver-white suit, sleek lines, elegance, and yet no doubt about its defense and firepower.
THUD!
The armor landed. The faceplate opened.
It was Colonel Rhodey!
"Well done, Colonel!"
The officers on site were ecstatic.
That bastard Stark refused to share the Mark armor with the military, but Rhodey got one. This was massive news!
But Rhodey knew the truth—this armor was probably Saitama's doing.
Still, it fit him perfectly… Had Stark designed it for him all along?
Soon.
They brought in Justin Hammer, currently the military's best corporate partner.
"Oh my god! I swear, I'll arm it into true war-grade! An honor, sir!"
Justin Hammer grinned theatrically.
With this armor's data, his copycat suits would progress leaps and bounds.
Snow in winter, fire in summer.
And—
Through this military deal, he slipped in his own projects too.
Hammer Industries' secret lab.
Mark III—War Machine was soon delivered into Ivan Vanko's hands.
After all, Ivan was Hammer's golden goose.
"Mark III? Hehe, Stark… Soon, I'll give you a surprise."
Ivan sneered.
On the surface, he added weapons as Hammer ordered.
In reality, he hacked into its core systems.
…
Meanwhile.
With the arc reactor's new reaction and palladium symptoms suppressed,
Stark's poisoning was nearly gone.
Of course—
He had a new daily routine: racing with Saitama.
But after seeing Saitama fly like lightning, he shut up.
Near light-speed flight. Far beyond his measly Mach speeds.
That was a real monster.
And Fury?
The bastard moved into the villa and refused to leave. He said he wanted young people to contribute to world peace.
Unfortunately—
Both low-key Stark and salted fish Saitama ignored him.
History had shifted.
Tony Stark did not join S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Natasha, maybe we need another approach."
In the corner, sipping coffee, Fury frowned.
Natasha glanced at the two men sprawled on the sofa watching a soap opera. Lately even Stark had gotten hooked.
The pair looked like lazy bums waiting to rot.
"From what I've seen, Saitama doesn't seem to have a girlfriend?" Fury said seriously.
"Pfft———!"
Natasha almost choked.
This old smooth-talking black spymaster. She was shocked.
"Natasha, you're great, but listen—Stark might be flashier, but long-term, investing in Saitama makes more sense. Honestly, as a friend, I think you two wouldn't be bad."
Natasha was speechless.
She had never tried such tactics.
As Black Widow, a smile, a glance could captivate anyone.
But with Saitama… he didn't even see her.
She even started doubting her own beauty score.
Of course—
She hadn't yet seen the hellish Thunder God tier threats he'd crushed.
"Just got word, something's up in New Mexico. A hammer. I sent Coulson, but if we can bring Saitama… feels a lot safer~~"
Fury sighed. S.H.I.E.L.D. had no strong assets left.
Hawkeye, their key agent, nearly got PTSD from Saitama last time. Still doing therapy.
Headaches everywhere.
Natasha could only nod helplessly.
As they debated how to recruit the bald demon king—
A heavenly voice suddenly rang from Saitama's tactical watch…
(End of Chapter)
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