The sharp titanium alloy nearly pierced his pupil.
Like butter sliced by a red-hot blade—
instantly split clean in two, dropping to the ground.
"My weapon?"
Ivan Vanko froze.
Then a thin blue filament streaked past, grazing his helmet.
The scorching temperature made him scream in pain even through the armor, the scent of charred flesh rising.
Behind him, an artificial rock struck by the blue filament collapsed.
The cut was flawless.
Smooth as a mirror.
The Gauss sniper rifle… That Saitama guy…
Saitama raised Stark's sniper rifle with an annoyed expression, smacking his bald head.
"I was about to wrap this up quick, but you're really not giving me any face! Still, showing up to help Rhodey… you're way too strong!"
"Oh… huu… whatever, I'll just lie down again."
Hearing Saitama's voice, Rhodey stopped struggling under Vanko's boot, flopping down like a salted fish.
Ivan Vanko: "Nani?"
What the hell was going on?
Who the hell was Saitama?
That bald freak with the sniper rifle?
He turned stiffly, and from the shadows emerged a bald man in a cape.
His eyelids twitched.
Something about him felt oddly familiar.
"Ah?! This—"
His eyes widened in shock.
Damn it!
Wasn't this guy wearing the exact same model as Stark's Iron Man armor—
but clearly not Stark himself?
And that gun!
When he first saw it, Vanko's pupils contracted. His face twitched.
If that shot had landed on his armor instead of his weapon…
He might not even be standing here alive.
True, the reinforced titanium alloy of his suit could resist Gauss beams.
Its layered defenses could handle four times more punishment.
But the particle collision heat?
One shot could roast him like a pig in an oven!
Unless… Saitama himself was manually controlling it?
"Mr. Saitama, out of your last eight shots, you only hit once."
Jarvis's voice came from the tactical scope.
"My marksmanship's improving!"
Saitama said, excited.
"You're mistaken. The one hit was on that fake mountain. In truth, you are not suited for ranged combat. It may be better left to me."
Jarvis explained calmly.
Saitama: "…"
Utter despair.
The thousand-drone kill had only succeeded thanks to Jarvis.
Saitama had wanted to show some true skills…
but the result was humiliating.
"Mr. Saitama, unfortunate news—the Gauss sniper rifle is overheating. It cannot be fired for now."
The once-black rifle now glowed red-hot, faint smoke rising.
The fact it hadn't exploded yet spoke to its solid build.
"Fine… sigh."
Saitama muttered, resigning himself to his miserable fate.
The Gauss sniper rifle collapsed apart, transforming back into a tactical scope.
It folded neatly into a tactical wristwatch on his arm.
The bald salted fish trudged slowly toward Ivan Vanko.
Data flashed across his vision.
Name: Ivan Vanko
Hero Class: Criminal
Intelligence: 6
Strength: 5
Speed: 5
Endurance: 6
Agility: 5
Combat Skills: 4
Justice Value: -3
Note: A vengeful man consumed by hatred, a mad super-scientist!
"Oh… not bad."
Saitama mumbled.
Judging by the stats, Vanko was actually a bit stronger than Stark.
That sparked a little interest.
"Gauss sniper rifle? You actually built that theoretical weapon?! And those drones… you were the one who destroyed them, weren't you? Hahaha~~"
Worthy of being a scientist on Stark's level—
Vanko immediately saw through the weapon's origin.
He'd even tested its power earlier. Cold sweat soaked his back.
Good.
Perfect.
Now that the bald freak's sniper was unusable—
and his armor looked pitifully weak—
he was nothing but trash!
"Stark, this must've been your handiwork?"
Vanko sneered.
But then he noticed something strange.
Rhodey and Stark's faces… were oddly calm.
The way they looked at him—
like they were staring at a corpse.
"You guessed wrong. This wasn't my design."
Stark shrugged. "But take my advice—if you kneel right now and beg our forgiveness, you might live."
"Buddy, you better grab a couple burgers and ice-cold sodas while you still can. Just some friendly advice."
Rhodey added, lying crushed underfoot.
…
Stark, his armor battered, simply plopped down on a pile of rubble, ready to watch the show.
Ivan Vanko: "…"
What the hell was this situation?
Why did he suddenly feel uneasy?
Years of prison and hatred had blinded him with revenge against Stark.
As for Saitama… he'd never even heard of him.
But following their scornful gazes,
he spotted a bald, dead-eyed salted fish strolling over.
A 175cm, 70kg ordinary-looking man.
His shiny head and dull fish-eyes locked lazily onto him.
Compared to Vanko's armored bulk—
he looked like an ant waiting to be crushed.
"Oh… kinda like that old man from before. But the armor's tougher."
Saitama muttered.
He was reminded of the last time he sent Stark's partner flying.
The feeling was strangely familiar.
"Come out. If you surrender, maybe I won't hit you."
Saitama said earnestly.
Ivan Vanko: "…"
He stood silent for several minutes.
Then burst into wild laughter.
"Hahahahahaha~~ Did I hear that right?! You want me to surrender? My firepower crushes you!"
(End of Chapter)
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