Late at night.
Stark Industries, Sector 16.
A S.H.I.E.L.D. team led by Agent Coulson, a Level 7 Agent, quickly arrived at Stane's secret R&D factory, ready to search for Iron Armor technology.
Just as the team began its search, two dazzling white lights suddenly flared in the depths of the dark factory!
Accompanied by the hum of the hydraulic system, an Iron Beast over three meters tall fully appeared before everyone, its cold metal shell exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Open fire!"
Coulson made a decisive call, and he and the Agents beside him unhesitatingly raised their guns and fired.
A dense barrage of bullets poured onto the Iron Monger Armor, erupting in continuous metallic impacts and sparks.
However, these attacks, powerful enough to tear flesh and bone, were like mere tickles to the Iron Monger, leaving only shallow white marks on its thick outer shell before being mercilessly deflected.
"Get out of my way!"
Stane's voice came through the armor, a harsh roar like grinding metal.
Before he finished speaking, the Iron Monger Armor's massive body suddenly activated, slamming violently into the Agent at the very front!
The Agent had no time to dodge; he was sent flying by the immense force, crashing heavily against the wall with the dull thud of shattering bones, his fate unknown.
Facing such overwhelming power, the remaining Agents immediately realized the vast disparity and quickly sought cover.
Fortunately, Stane's target was clearly not them.
The Iron Monger Armor ignored the hiding Agents, directly smashing through the thick wall of the R&D factory and thundering onto the middle of the road!
The people in their vehicles were stunned by the sudden appearance of the Iron Beast.
What is this?
A miniature Iron Giant?
It wasn't until the Iron Monger effortlessly flipped over a hundred-ton Queen that dominated the national highway that panic spread like a plague.
In an instant, piercing screams and chaotic honking rose and fell!
"Stane!!"
Just then, a roar filled with fury cut through the night sky.
A golden-red figure, accompanied by the shriek of its thrusters, swooped down from the sky, crashing heavily into the Iron Monger Armor in the middle of the road!
Bang!!
A deafening roar exploded on the street!
The two Iron Armors collided violently, the immense impact causing them to instantly lose balance, uncontrollably rolling and scraping across the asphalt, sparks and lightning flying, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.
But the Iron Monger Armor quickly stood up.
Its crimson mechanical eyes locked onto the golden-red Iron Armor, and Stane inside instantly guessed the pilot.
"Tony, how do you like my new suit?" Stane's voice came through the loudspeaker, full of arrogance and mockery.
"Shut up, you fake!"
Tony felt a chill.
A genius like him could tell at a glance what kind of junk the Iron Monger Armor in front of him was.
Isn't this the Mark I that he hammered out in the cave?!
Both in appearance and design, the Iron Monger Armor was a complete, enlarged replica of the Mark I.
What's more, even the arc reactor providing energy in the Iron Monger Armor's chest was dug out of him!
How is this any different from being NTR'd to his face?!
"Tony, you are indeed a genius, but unfortunately, the ideas you come up with sometimes don't belong to you!"
Stane's voice fell.
The Iron Monger Armor's right arm suddenly lifted, and the six-barreled Gatling gun on its gauntlet began to spin wildly, warming up!
Da da da da da—!
Countless bullets spewed out, forcing Tony to retreat under the violent firepower.
Tony gritted his teeth, enduring the metal barrage, and his palms glowed with dazzling white light as he fired two energy cannons at the Iron Monger Armor, forcibly interrupting the Iron Monger Armor's offensive.
"Sir, energy is down to 18%." Jarvis's alert sounded inside the Iron Armor.
"I know!"
Tony's heart sank, and he secretly cried out, "Damn it."
At this time, the arc reactor in his chest was the initial version, and the energy inside was already running low.
Although the Mark III was much more efficient than the Mark I, this amount of energy was not enough to last long. If this continued, the Mark III would soon become a pile of immobile scrap metal, and he would completely lose the power to resist.
Rumble—!
The heavy engine roar sounded again!
Tony had just stabilized himself when he saw the Iron Monger Armor stomping on the road, charging at him with a fierce speed that belied its size!
"Damn it!"
Tony cursed, and in haste, could only cross his arms over his chest.
Bang!!
The Iron Monger Armor, with its absolute advantage in tonnage and impact force, easily lifted the Mark III off the ground!
Tony felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed train, his entire body slamming heavily onto the road more than ten meters away, creating a shallow pit. Before he could even struggle to get up, the huge shadow of the Iron Monger Armor had already enveloped him, pinning him firmly underfoot.
Looking at Tony beneath his feet, Stane laughed triumphantly: "Tony, your armor isn't as good as mine."
"Bullshit!"
At this moment, Tony was like an incompetent husband, utterly helpless against Stane, that evil bald man.
Although in his eyes, the Iron Monger Armor was a shoddy imitation.
But it cannot be ignored that the Iron Monger Armor's defense, built up by its tonnage and super-thick armor, was indeed ridiculously strong. With insufficient energy supply, it was almost impossible for the Mark III to break through the opponent's defense.
Tony felt an unprecedented humiliation.
Is there anything more uncomfortable than the original creator being rubbed into the ground by a plagiarist?
The Iron Monger Armor released its foot and instead grabbed the Mark III, throwing it towards a distant bus.
Stane controlled the Iron Monger, taking heavy steps, and approached again.
He looked at Tony, who was embedded in the bus, and said coldly: "Listen, this company was built by me from scratch, step by step. No one is going to stand in my way, especially not you!"
With that, an anti-tank missile launcher rose from the Iron Monger Armor's shoulder, locking onto Tony in front of him.
Tony looked at the anti-tank missile aimed at him and couldn't help but be stunned.
Such a familiar scene!
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, flames spewed from the tail of the anti-tank missile, blasting directly towards Tony!
Just as Tony was about to brace himself for the bombardment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding an ordinary frying pan, and swung it hard at the anti-tank missile like a baseball bat!
Clang!
Boom!
With a loud bang, the anti-tank missile instantly exploded, flames quickly rising and spreading outwards with a powerful shockwave.
As the dust and smoke gradually dispersed, Daniel was seen standing in front of Tony, holding the frying pan, completely unharmed.
"You're fighting a BOSS without calling me?"