We won!"
The triumphant report from Mars completely dispelled Rains's suspicion of Fischer. He could now be certain that Fischer had nothing to do with Mars, meaning Fischer must be a spy for some other force!
Rains's mind flashed to a mysterious force that had already transformed Mercury into a farm. After Sato and Mars went to war, these guys had been observing from the sidelines, selling resources to Sato for huge profits while also collecting a pile of Sato's spoils. Rains was sure that Fischer was sent by that Eastern country that had been biding its time.
But even if he guessed correctly, what could he do? Strictly speaking, the Rabbits were one of the member states of the Solar System Alliance and were on the same front as them.
Although many questions remained unanswered, this did not prevent Rains from enjoying the victory. With the intelligence provided by Fischer, plus the two heavy warships, the Olympus and the Retribution, filled with elites, Mars was still immersed in the previous series of tactical victories and had no idea that their main fleet had changed owners after a single sortie.
When the Olympus's laser cannon pierced through two unlucky Martian destroyers, the Martian soldiers were still wondering what had happened. After realizing that the Olympus had defected, the Martian home fleet launched a desperate assault. A massive number of Tornado fighters surged from orbit. Just as the Olympus was about to be overwhelmed, the Retribution jumped in, and a wave of electromagnetic shockwaves wiped out a third of the Tornadoes. Then, a swarm of Jackal fighters, composed of Earth's ace pilots, swept away the remaining Tornado fleet with an unstoppable momentum.
Having lost all its air and space power, Mars could only choose to negotiate a ceasefire, but Reyes, who was in charge of front-line operations, told them that they could only choose unconditional surrender. To make an example, Reyes also ordered the Olympus to fire a shot at Olympus Mons on Mars, causing a massive earthquake.
The tragic situation plunged Mars into chaos. The hardliners who stubbornly resisted and the surrender faction that wanted to negotiate started fighting among themselves, resulting in rivers of blood and countless casualties. This also scared the Earth Expeditionary Force, which was preparing to intervene. After careful consideration, Earth decided to wait until the dust settled on Mars before launching a ground invasion.
Thus, everything about Fischer was quickly forgotten by UNSA headquarters, and only a few files contained records of him... "I-I-I'm back!"
In a secret base in the suburbs of Washington, as soon as Fischer's figure appeared, he eagerly ran towards the camera that had been placed there. However, to Fischer's disappointment, his Crossing process once again burned out a high-definition camera.
"It won't record!" Fischer squeezed the camera, and golden psionic flames surged from his hand, burning the camera to ashes. Then he took out his phone to check the missed messages from this period.
He had spent almost a month in the world of the Infinity War, while only about three days had passed in the Marvel world. The ten-to-one ratio remained unchanged, but it seemed that the world had not been peaceful during these three days.
Fischer opened the app on his phone and found that the top news headline was "Who is he?", with a blurry figure and indistinct flames at his feet below the title.
"Iron Man!" Fischer recognized his identity at a glance. The flamboyant Tony Stark, driven by his inner anxieties, had gone to the Middle East to act heroically.
The New York Times, the Daily Bugle, and CNN all published many news reports about Iron Man. In addition to praising his achievements in the Middle East, there were also many speculations about his identity.
Among them, CNN's report was probably the most exaggerated. They said that Iron Man was actually a Russian super-soldier, appearing there to demonstrate military might and so on. After reading the entire report, Fischer stated that this report could be condensed into a few words: U.S. military, Congress, give us money.
In addition, there were a bunch of other reports that said Iron Man should be some noble knight, coming out to uphold justice, etc. The Daily Bugle's speculation was probably the closest to Iron Man's identity, or it might be that their editors directly copied the Batman template: a wealthy man whose parents died in childhood, suffering from war trauma. They even earnestly listed a checklist and gave examples of a bunch of eligible candidates, only Fischer found that Tony Stark was not among them. As for the reason, the Daily Bugle thought that this uncle was already tired enough just dealing with female models all day, so how could he run out to be a superhero? Justin Hammer, on the other hand, was more likely...
"If this store didn't take Hammer's money, I'd drink water upside down!" Fischer carefully read the description of Hammer. The gist of the whole article was that if this superhero wasn't Hammer, then please contact Hammer, and the two could engage in deeper cooperation and exchange on combating war criminals and saving civilians.
Fischer scrolled down without thinking. There was no need to guess; it must have been a trending topic paid for by Justin Hammer.
As for the news below that, it was nothing more than reporters interviewing Dr. Samuel Hayden, a weapons research expert from the UAC, asking about some data on the Iron Man suit. Dr. Samuel Hayden stated that the UAC had already completed the development of similar prototypes and was currently conducting performance tests.
"Looks like Kate is doing well!" Fischer turned off his phone, pulled thick dust covers over the surrounding equipment, and then walked out of the safe house.
"Hey, Kate, I'm here at the safe house. Come pick me up!"
"Get lost!" The female secretary's angry roar came from the phone.
"I brought you a gift!"
...Thirty minutes later, a generic SUV screeched to a halt in front of him.
"Do you know how much happened these past three days?" Kate looked aggrieved. Before, Fischer would run off and that was that, but this time, on the second day after he left, a flamboyant golden and red Iron Man made a grand appearance in the Middle East, in front of everyone. The Sons of Ares, who were heavily engaged with terrorists at the time, hadn't even reacted to what was happening before those terrorists were blown sky-high by that guy. This scene happened for two consecutive days. Although the military still wanted to keep it a secret, pictures and videos from the scene had already been sent out by reporters stationed at the base, so now everyone was looking for this man.
"How are our EXO exoskeletons doing?" After getting into the car, Fischer unhesitatingly lay down on his secretary's delicate, fair, and tender thighs.
"Slap!" A stack of documents landed on him.
"Hmm, you've already completed the first batch of production?"
"Yes, and as you instructed, Dr. Samuel has already spread the word! The Department of Defense has sent officers to inquire with us!"
"Good, that's good. Keep them stocked for now; it's not time to release them yet!"
Get my certificate, take pictures. I ran six round trips between two campuses today, twenty kilometers, can you believe it? The second update will have to wait a bit.