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With a swift chop to the neck, Ross knocked out the glowing, radiant white man and tossed him onto a patch of scorched earth.

Happy stared blankly at the young man who had easily resolved the terrifying attack in five seconds.

At this moment.

Clang, clang—!

Iron Man, dressed in gold and red painted mug armor, and another in unpainted armor with a gun barrel attached to his back, arrived late at the theater entrance.

Iron Man removed his mask and asked Happy with concern, "Happy, are you alright?"

"It's alright, thank goodness he came."

Happy snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and gestured to Los, who was floating in the air.

Iron Man looked at Los and said gratefully, "Loss, thank you again!"

"It's just a small matter."

Los smiled and said, "I'll leave the mess to you guys to handle. I'm going back to rest."

說完。

He soared into the sky, his cloak fluttering, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Next to Iron Man, the original painted metal mask was removed, revealing a black male face inside a second suit of steel armor.

War machine, U.S. Colonel Rhodes, looked up in the direction Los had left and sighed:

"It's faster than the armor of the New Ark Reactor engine; it truly lives up to its name as a monster."

At the scene, a child who had just been rescued shouted angrily, "You're not allowed to insult Mr. Superman!"

"Mine, mine."

Rod touched his nose awkwardly.

Recently, that person's fame and prestige have been astonishing. Of course, his achievements fully justify the adoration he receives.

"Happy, tell me what just happened."

Iron Man looked at the scorch marks from the self-destruction on the ground, and the unconscious white man lying on the ground.

“Okay.” Happy nodded.

Now he finally understood why Tony was hanging around Stark Tower all the time.

Being close to that person truly brings a sense of security.

Like the dawn, the sun dispels the darkness and illuminates the world.

The next day, in the morning.

Tony arrived at Stark Tower and recounted the events of the previous night to Los.

“In the Middle East, a terrorist named ‘Mandalin’ has confessed to the attack at the theater entrance last night.”

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The top floor of Stark Tower.

Tony Stark clenched his fists tightly and continued angrily, "These people are truly lawless! If it weren't for you, Happy would have been seriously injured or even dead last night!"

"They even warned the president from afar; his suicide bombing is extremely arrogant!"

Los lay half-reclined on a sun lounger on the rooftop terrace, basking in the morning sun, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Tony, the laws in the Middle East prohibit the intervention of foreign forces. There's nothing I can do."

Tony looked at the young man bathed in sunlight before him.

He was well aware of the strength that Los possessed.

As long as the other party wants it.

Perhaps in less than a day, we can find and eliminate the leader of that terrorist organization hiding in the Middle East.

Unfortunately, Los was too kind and too law-abiding.

Aside from annihilation when facing alien forces, Tony had never actually seen Los kill anyone. Even when faced with terrorists capable of spontaneous combustion and explosion, he would simply knock them unconscious and hand them over to the local military and police.

Of course, this is perhaps one of the main characteristics that led him to be called a god among men.

Tony came to see Los today simply to have someone to talk to; he didn't ask Los to take action against the terrorist leader.

He believed he could handle it, and that he already owed Los a lot of favors, which were still accumulating.

“Tony”.

Los glanced at the middle-aged gentleman, whose face was filled with anger and anxiety. "What do you plan to do?"

“They’re so arrogant, I can’t stand it.”

Tony snorted coldly and said firmly, "I plan to hold a press conference at noon to publicly declare war on those terrorists!"

Los shook his head and suggested softly, "I think you need to rest right now."

"Rest?" Tony was taken aback.

Looking at the man's heavy dark circles and tired, weathered face, Los asked, "How much sleep do you get each day? Do you get more than four hours?"

Tony fell silent.

Indeed, he has been suffering from insomnia night after night since the New York game.

As soon as you close your eyes, the war scene of the Chitauri Legion invading New York will appear before your eyes, thus waking you up.

Therefore, he has been constantly improving the Mark armor during this period and has never rested.

Pepper often tells herself to rest more, but it seems that only by strengthening her mithril armor can she alleviate the severe anxiety in her heart.

How could he sleep when faced with threats from alien forces and gods?

Los remained lounging in the sun chair, saying casually, "Didn't you notice? The weather is lovely today."

"The sun is shining brightly, and the temperature and humidity in the air are perfect for sleeping."

“Javis said something similar this morning,” Tony muttered.

Los gestured to the empty sun chair next to him and said, "Why don't you lie down and try it too?"

"I can't rest in the environment outside the room, and I'm not a bed person."

That's what Tony said.

But at Los's invitation, she walked to another sun chair, tried to sit down, and lay down stiffly.

"It feels like lying on a corpse at a funeral."

He clasped his hands together and placed them on his chest, which was covered by a formal suit, and made a self-deprecating remark.

The morning sunlight felt warm and pleasant on my skin.

Tony stared blankly at the vast, azure New York sky.

The blue sky was very clear.

It seems that the torn sky, the descending alien legion, and the pervasive smoke from a week ago were just an illusion.

"It seems pretty good," Tony murmured softly.

He heard the young man's casual words: "Don't worry, with me here, the sky won't fall."

It was a seemingly simple sentence, yet it contained immense power.

Tony closed his eyes sleepily.

After basking in the sun for a while, even breathing could be heard coming from the sun lounger next to him.

Iron Man, the leader of the Avengers, is lying peacefully on a sun chair.

She actually fell asleep.

Perhaps because he had saved the other's life, Tony was completely unsuspecting.

Los shook his head inwardly. Under the influence of superhuman strength, he easily broke free from the constraints of gravity and quietly floated up from the sun chair.

A figure flashed by.

He has disappeared from the top floor of Stark Tower.

Miami, Florida.

Inside a luxurious manor, a dozen armed security personnel are stationed.

In a room on the second floor, an elderly actor is playing the terrorist 'Mandalin', making threatening remarks in front of the camera.

After the performance.

"Okay, absolutely perfect."

A white man in a suit and tie stepped out from behind the camera, clapped his hands, and pulled a stack of green US dollar bills from his pocket.

"Thank you, thank you, boss!"

The actor who had previously exuded an imposing aura immediately bowed and nodded, accepting the banknotes.

"Do a good job."

Killian, referred to as 'the boss,' patted the veteran actor on the shoulder and walked out of the specially decorated performance room.

Outside the corridor.

A woman stood with her arms crossed, looking at him with a serious expression.

Killian immediately went up to her and said with a light laugh, "My dear Miss Maya, the enhanced version of the Extremis virus that we jointly developed has been a success. We should both be happy."

Why provide the extremist virus to terrorists?

Maya asked emotionally, "Do you know that they self-destructed in front of the Grand Theatre last night, almost causing the deaths of several citizens!"

"Their deaths were all worthwhile."

Killian said expressionlessly, "At least it proved to us the tremendous success of the Extremis virus, didn't it?"

"you."

Maya took a few steps back, looking at Kirian in disbelief.

The other person was clearly no longer the pure scientist she had always perceived as contributing to the future of humanity.

She asked with a troubled expression, "What do you want to do next?"

“It’s simple. That Stark kid, and Pepper Potts, they look down on us, right? Let’s start by taking them down!”

Kiri An said calmly, "Their deaths also prove to the world how powerful our extremity virus is."

"You've gone mad."

Maya's beautiful face was pale as she advised, "Aren't you afraid of Superman? What if he finds out..."

"What Superman?"

Killian dismissed this with a sneer, saying, "It's just media hype, using the creation of a god to cover up the Battle of New York."

His face glowed with a hint of heat as he proudly declared, "The Extremis Virus can make me reach an ultra-high temperature of three thousand degrees Celsius!"

"No matter what kind of metal armor it is, or what kind of steel body it is, it will be instantly burned to ashes when it encounters me!"

As soon as Killian finished speaking, someone behind him suddenly questioned, "Really?"

"who?"

Killian and Maya turned around in surprise and found an Asian youth inexplicably appearing in the corridor of the luxury mansion.

Los, dressed in ordinary casual clothes and not even wearing his Kryptonian suit, sighed softly:

"Three thousand degrees Celsius, that's a truly terrifying number."

Where are you from?

Kirian frowned, staring intently at the young man.

He has arranged for security personnel to be stationed and patrol both inside and outside the manor.

Los shrugged, pointed at himself, and chuckled softly, "Weren't you talking about me, saying you wanted to burn me to ashes?"

"It's him."