In the outskirts of New York, inside the basement of an ancient villa.
"What is that thing?! A minion?"
"Focus all firepower on it!"
"We need to retreat immediately or call for urgent reinforcements!"
"His speed is too fast, the missiles can't lock onto him..."
The communication lines from the dispatched team's armed helicopters, transmitted back from dozens of kilometers away, were a chaotic mess of voices. The pilots' indistinct words were filled with horror and cries of fear as if they had encountered a devastating strike from a mysterious enemy.
"Speak clearly, what exactly did you see? Who are you fighting against?"
Kilian's forehead was covered in sweat like soybeans, and the sweat dripped down, soaking his white shirt. He shouted loudly into the microphone, hoping to get even a hint of feedback from the enemy, but several communication sources on the other end began to fail one after another.
"Boss, help us..."
After the last scream faintly echoed, the communication channel was filled with eerie busy tones, and the basement fell into an extremely oppressive silence.
Kilian's face turned pale, and he slumped weakly in his chair, staring blankly at the communication console.
He didn't need to think with his brain to know that the underground forces he had cultivated for twenty years had been decimated at that moment just now.
Thinking that after Iron Man left the Earth, there was no one who could stop his plans, but unexpectedly, a child appeared out of nowhere, turning his efforts of many years into nothing.
A moment later, Kilian suddenly stood up with a start, his hands clenched into fists, his nails completely embedded in his palms, and the pain prompted him to force himself to calm down.
"I haven't lost yet. I still have a hostage in my hands!"
Kilian took a deep breath, hurriedly took off his suit jacket, and threw it on the ground, then rushed upstairs from the staircase.
"Everyone gather, go get Miss Potts from the second floor! We're preparing to evacuate from here!"
Kilian ran and shouted anxiously until he reached the staircase on the first floor, he suddenly realized that something was terribly wrong. All movements of his body abruptly came to a halt.
In the grand and spacious hall on the first floor, it was eerily quiet. Not to mention the response from the bodyguards, not even half a shadow of the blonde beauty could be seen.
"Where are they? Where did they all go at this moment?!"
Kilian muttered in confusion. He hadn't sent the bodyguards from the villa at the moment; it was the armed forces stationed elsewhere who were dispatched to attack Stark Industries...
At that moment, a childish voice rang out in the hall, "Oh, you've come up voluntarily? I've been waiting for you here for quite a while."
"Who are you?"
Kilian was greatly surprised, his body tensing with vigilance. He walked forward toward the unfamiliar voice, and as he approached the sofa, he was astonished to find that a blond boy was lying on the couch.
"You look a bit familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Kilian stared at the blond boy, who also widened his eyes to look at him, a strange innocent smile appearing on his fair little face.
"What's the matter? I declared war on you just a few days ago. Have you forgotten so soon?" Caesar pouted slightly displeased while taking a lollipop out of his pocket and immediately popping it into his mouth.
Seeing this, Kilian finally felt as if he had been struck by lightning, staring directly at Caesar, trembling all over, and blurting out, "You're Caesar Carl? This can't be possible. How could you appear in this place?!"
"Why can't I come here?" Caesar retorted.
Kilian's face was unpredictable, and he looked towards the corridor and courtyard outside the villa, calmly asking, "Where are my bodyguards?"
"Obviously, they've all been taken care of by my people."
As Caesar spoke, crisp footsteps sounded from the stairs, and Kilian looked up to see a classic model Colossus, painted in gold and red, walking down the stairs from upstairs, its mechanical hands still holding the unconscious Miss Potts.
"Iron Man? You've come back!"
Kilian, feeling like he was facing a formidable foe, involuntarily took a step back. But then, the front door behind him suddenly opened, and two identical Mark III Colossus models, with some burn marks from the battles with genetically enhanced humans still visible on certain parts of their bodies, walked somewhat mechanically into the hall.
"Three... Iron Men?" Kilian was truly shocked this time.
Caesar, in a childish tone, explained, "Don't panic. They're not Tony. They're just Iron Man suits controlled by the artificial intelligence God."
"Suits?"
Kilian stared intently at one of the suits. Suddenly, the mask of the Iron Man Suit opened, revealing an unmanned interior and intricate components with a brilliant Kryon energy core.
With a candy in his mouth, Caesar continued to speak, "These days, I not only had God create the Skynet and holographic VR helmets, but also restarted the secret workshop left by Tony. Based on the Mark III he created, I mass-produced a batch of Iron Man Armors units to deal with your genetically enhanced human group."
The subsequent outcome, Kilian already knew without Caesar saying much.
Just now, the cutting-edge technological battle suits created by Tony and the ultimate genetically enhanced lifeforms he developed engaged in a life-and-death struggle outside the mansion.
Obviously, in the end, his enhanced human forces were completely wiped out—
Actually, this was never a fair fight to begin with. After all, the suits had no life; as long as there were sufficient materials and energy, they could be continuously mass-produced.
"In the decisive battle between cutting-edge technology and top-tier lifeforms, did Tony Stark still come out ahead?"
Kilian murmured in disappointment, his faith crumbling, his years of efforts brutally struck down by reality, leaving him slumped and powerless in the armchair.
Caesar looked at Kilian and spoke in a cheerfully blunt tone, "Sorry about that. Tony's invention of the battle suits can indeed be considered a major achievement in the field of cutting-edge technology, while your so-called research into ultimate lifeforms is far from being at the top."
"What did you say?!"
Stimulated, Kilian's face twisted slightly as he looked at Caesar. Everything about him could be trampled upon or denied, but the research into ultimate lifeforms that he had devoted half his life to was the one thing he couldn't allow to be touched!
"I said it very clearly." Caesar jumped off the sofa and walked step by step to Kilian's front, lifting his little head indifferently. "Your research into ultimate lifeforms is nothing but a failed prototype and can't be considered top at all."
A mere genetically enhanced human, capable of generating temperatures only up to fifteen hundred degrees Celsius and self-destructing if pushed further— If this could be considered top-tier in the field of lifeforms, then what about Hulk, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, and even the amazing Captain America?
"You little brat!"
Kilian roared low as he suddenly launched an attack, rushing fiercely towards Caesar. His body rapidly heated up in mid-air, with his entire skin turning a reddish hue, revealing the internal organs and bones within.
Without seeing how Caesar dodged, all that was seen was his small foot move slightly, and then Kilian, enveloped in molten lava, was sent flying backward at high speed, crashing through the walls and landing in the fountain outside, the sound of water covering him as he was submerged.
Caesar looked at the rising steam and shrugged, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. It wasn't the Iron Man legion that took care of those armed helicopters just now; it was me."
With the body of Superman, he was the perfect creation in the field of top-tier lifeforms!
(End of this chapter)
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