"Seems like you've learned to rebel, haven't you?"
Upon seeing a room full of steel armor suits, Fang Mo immediately grabbed his Manyullyn Cleaver and said, "It looks like I was too lenient last time. Hurry over here and lie down, let me see if there's still palladium in your body."
"Wait, wait a moment!"
However, as soon as Fang Mo finished speaking, Stark quickly raised his hand to defend himself, "This has nothing to do with me; I'm not controlling these guys!"
"But these are indeed your steel armor suits, even bearing your name."
The speaker was Nick Fury, among those present, he was the one with the least combat ability. Faced with a room full of chaotic flying steel armors, Nick Fury also made the best choice instantly.
Suddenly, he executed an awkward forward roll and immediately took cover behind Fang Mo, saying, "Cover me."
"Which movie have you seen where others cover for a black man?"
Fang Mo didn't mince words and retorted, "In the movies, it's always the black man covering for others. I'm already being nice not kicking you, hurry up and rush forward to act as a human punching bag."
"Do you really want to see your tools get damaged for nothing?"
Nick Fury didn't rush forward but instead pulled out his handgun and fired at the steel armor, to no avail. Stark's design was indeed excellent in defense; the small-caliber bullets were completely ineffective, only sparking a series of sparks.
In contrast, the steel armor.
After being attacked, they immediately turned their heads towards Nick Fury, and then raised their hands to fire a palm cannon.
Nick Fury tried to dodge, but the speed of the light cannon was clearly much faster than him. In the end, it was Fang Mo who couldn't stand it anymore and slightly raised his hand.
The light cannon hit directly on the Manyullyn Cleaver as thick as a door, emitting a wisp of white smoke.
"I'm saying, brother, can we not always mock ourselves?"
After blocking the palm cannon, Fang Mo also turned his head to Nick Fury and complained, "It's no fun if you're always mocking yourself. Some things have to be said by me to really have the right flavor. Have you ever seen a black man whip himself while voluntarily picking cotton? Are you sick?"
"I find you more and more difficult to serve."
Nick Fury, a bit annoyed, responded to him.
"Gentlemen." Just as Nick Fury finished speaking, Captain America on the other side spoke up, "I think now is not the time to be bickering."
As he was speaking, he had already charged towards the enemy.
Captain America first pinned a steel armor suit with his knee, then lifted his shield and smashed it down hard.
In fact, the edge of the shield was not sharp, but the force of Captain America's blow was so great, coupled with the superior physical properties of vibranium, that he actually managed to cut through the neck of the steel armor suit.
Accompanied by a snapping sound, the steelhead sparked with electric sparks and rolled to the side.
"Oh, crap."
Seeing this, Stark instantly felt a chill on his neck: "Captain, could you lighten up a bit? That strike just cost Stark Industries a few billion."
"Does that include your mental damages?"
Captain America didn't care about those, lifting his shield to block the armor's energy cannon: "If you really want to reduce losses, then I suggest you better control these armors quickly, because it's not just me dismantling them right now."
His words were indeed true.
Currently, in the operating room, there are not many Avengers present, only Black Widow, Hawkeye, Mantis, Doctor Strange, Iron Man, and Captain America.
As for the main force of the original Avengers, the Hulk and Thor, they couldn't make it due to their own affairs.
However, even so, the group of Iron Mans is being scrapped at a very fast rate, and this is largely thanks to Hawkeye.
After all, he is different from the original; he has now consumed an enchanted golden apple, becoming a divine being, and has transplanted the Ender Eye. The enchanted golden apple has elevated Hawkeye's physical strength to a mythical level, not even inferior to Thor, not to mention his ability to teleport instantly.
Hawkeye didn't even use his usual bow and arrow. He teleported, first grabbing the neck of the Iron Man with his left hand, then grabbing the head with his right hand and lifting it up.
He brutally tore off the head of the Iron Man.
"Wow, Barton, you should change your nickname," Fang Mo couldn't help but tease after seeing Barton's action: "The eyes of an eagle, the strength of a bear, the agility of a monkey, you might as well change your name to Beast Spirit Walker... I have an invincible martial art that I can teach you."
"What martial art?"
As Hawkeye tore off another Iron Man's head, he asked: "Is it the legendary martial art of China?"
"Yes, it's my own creation."
Fang Mo also casually chopped two Iron Mans to pieces with his Manyullyn Cleaver: "I once used this martial art to fight Teacher Ma's Lightning Five Whips for three days and nights, and I emerged victorious in the end."
"Sounds interesting..."
After hearing this, Hawkeye was somewhat intrigued: "I indeed lack some suitable close combat techniques. It seems I need to ask you about that martial art sometime. By the way, what's it called?"
"It's called... ahem..."
Fang Mo coughed twice in the middle of his sentence, then changed his words: "It's called the Green-Headed Fly Rubbing Hands Punch."
"...What?"
Hawkeye was taken aback by the shock, and his attack slowed for a moment, giving the Iron Man in front of him a chance to strike and send him flying.
"Agent Barton, you made a serious mistake."
Upon seeing his subordinate being outplayed, Nick Fury immediately said: "Your biggest mistake was believing in Consultant Fang Mo. I've warned you countless times, you can only believe one percent of what he says, and you should be prepared to be deceived."
"Alright, Director."
Hawkeye's physical fitness had been enhanced after all, and being struck didn't bother him much. He quickly stood up, then drew his longbow and fired an arrow, instantly penetrating several Iron Mans: "I was indeed negligent in this matter..."
"Hey, what's with the attitude?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Mo immediately became unhappy: "The martial art I created is incredibly strong, you know? Do you not know that green-headed flies occasionally pull off their heads and then rub them in their hands to play? Isn't that cool enough?"
"Indeed, it's quite impressive."
Upon hearing this, Nick Fury immediately commented: "But you can only do it once."
"Damn, how suitable for Hawkeye." Fang Mo spread his hands and said: "Endermen in fan creations often have scenes of holding Steve's head, combined with this Green-Headed Fly Rubbing Hands Punch, rotating the enemy's head in your hands, how cool is that..."
"What? Why are you holding my head?"
Hearing this from afar, Captain America Steve Rogers turned his head to look at Fang Mo.
"It's nothing, it doesn't concern you."
Fang Mo touched his forehead, wanting to explain that the Steve he was referring to was clearly a player-controlled character. Unfortunately, it seemed that no one here could understand this joke, which was quite regrettable.
In any case, with the united efforts of the Avengers, the group of Iron Mans that rushed into the operating room were soon dealt with. After that, Stark immediately began to dismantle their parts, apparently planning to inspect something. However, his expression soon turned solemn.
"What's wrong, Stark?" Captain America approached from a distance. "Did you discover something?"
"These armors are not right…" Stark's brows were tightly knitted together. "It's strange, their underlying data has been modified, and not through brute force intrusion. It's as if someone utilized the security protocols in Jarvis, but there's supposed to be no backdoor."
"Uh, can you simplify that?" Captain America was momentarily confused, utterly lost with modern technology.
"I can't get in touch with Jarvis. Everything including the satellite networks is completely paralyzed," Stark said gravely. "Perhaps something has invaded the servers of Stark Tower, and whoever it is has technology far beyond Earth's, controlling Jarvis in some way we don't understand."
"What do we do now?" Hawkeye immediately asked. "Should we head to your tower to stop it?"
"This reminds me of the last alien invasion," Nick Fury said with a frown. "Last time it was Thanos's daughter causing trouble; this time, it might be Thanos himself. The battlefield is New York… It seems my worst fears have come true."
"Maybe it's not that bad." Captain America tried to offer some comfort. "Perhaps it's just Hydra stirring trouble; they have been very active lately."
"Regardless…" Stark took a deep breath, his expression clearly very anxious. "We have to go there and see for ourselves, hoping things haven't reached the worst-case scenario."
"No time to lose, let's hurry." Nick Fury said immediately. "Can someone give me a lift?"
"I'll do it." At this point, the silent Doctor Strange, that is, Strange, finally stepped forward. He raised his hand and drew a circle in front of him, and then an orange-red portal appeared out of thin air. On the other side of the portal was a bustling street.
And across that street was the entrance to Stark Tower.
"This ability is really convenient." Captain America was impressed, then immediately beckoned everyone towards the portal. "Let's go, everyone. The Avengers are truly assembling this time."
The situation was urgent, and there wasn't much else said.
Through the portal, everyone quickly arrived at Stark Tower.
The original Stark Tower had collapsed earlier, but Stark, being wealthy, had simply built a new tower on the same spot. The new Stark Tower was even larger than before, with a more powerful Arc Reactor at its base that could even power all of New York. Inside, it housed an even more advanced technology laboratory.
But at the moment, the situation in Stark Tower was indeed a bit dire.
Looking through the portal earlier, there seemed to be nothing amiss. However, the moment everyone stepped out, the gravity of the situation became immediately apparent.
At this moment, the entire Stark Tower was ceaselessly ejecting Iron Man suits.
The suits, originally meant to maintain peace, had now turned into the coldest and most ruthless instruments of war.
Whether it was the cars on the roads or the buildings nearby, the suits were indiscriminately launching attacks—laser cutting, palm repulsors, shoulder-mounted rockets, various types of assaults rained down on the surroundings.
More than dozens of Iron Man suits were chaotically flying around, attacking everything below.
Everyone looked up at this heart-stopping scene. The Battle of New York, experienced long ago, seemed to resurface in their minds. The sight of streets turned to rubble, the cries and screams of people, made everyone's expressions turn solemn unanimously. Captain America even turned his head to look directly at Stark.
"I need to check on Jarvis's server…"
Stark's expression was so dark it seemed like ink could drip from it. He firmly put on his helmet and then, with a burst of fire from his feet, flew directly into the building.
"How should we divide our tasks?"
Hawkeye turned to Nick Fury: "Should we join Stark, or deal with these outside first?"
"Follow the Captain's orders."
Nick Fury was decisive. Though technically a superior, he ceded command to Steve Rogers at this critical moment, a testament to the king of spies' resolve, believing Rogers would make wiser decisions on the battlefield.
"I'll assist Stark with Natasha."
As Nick Fury had thought, Captain America immediately began assigning tasks: "If the person inside is Thanos, I'll call you guys in for support immediately. If not… Mr. Strange, along with Barton and Fang Mo, you three need to deal with the suits outside as quickly as possible. Can you do it?"
"No problem, leave it to me."
Hawkeye nodded, then vanished with a blink.
"New York has really been plagued by disasters recently." As for Doctor Strange, he sighed, then drew a portal in mid-air. Suddenly, a wheelchair fell out from it with a clang onto the ground.
"?"
Everyone was momentarily stunned by this sight.
"Don't mind it." Sensing their gazes, Strange explained with a bit of reluctance: "It's just a magic flying device that looks like a wheelchair, not an actual wheelchair."
"Alright then."
Captain America didn't probe further, just nodding: "Magic can indeed be quite baffling at times."
"…"
Strange didn't continue the conversation, just sat in the wheelchair with a grim face. Then, with a thought, the magical floating wheelchair carried him straight into the air, and like venting his frustration, Strange immediately began attacking the Iron Man suits with magic.
"Fury."
Seeing him fly away, Captain America turned to Nick Fury: "You must contact the other Avengers immediately, and it'd be best to include the Guardians of the Galaxy as well. I have a feeling this isn't as simple as it seems."
"I'll contact them now."
Nick Fury nodded emotionlessly: "But Thor is far away in Asgard, and I can't reach him."
"Fang Mo."
Captain America immediately looked at Fang Mo.
"No problem, leave it to me." Fang Mo gave an OK gesture, cheerfully saying, "I've also accumulated quite a few things. So, I'll go over there to draw a prize and, while at it, take a shit…"
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