Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

Grey's methods of dating are incredibly diverse, ranging from robbery-style dating to brainwashing-style dating, and now to fighting-style dating. He always manages to give girls an extraordinary shock.

Since Jessica and Gwen were giving him the cold shoulder, Gray accepted Iron Man's invitation to go to the island nation to take down Ultron.

The three of them quickly flew toward their destination.

During the flight, Tony kept an eye on the various data of his armor while explaining the situation to Gray, his tone grave: "The military has launched a large-scale military operation, and a cure for the virus is being developed, but the biggest threat is still Ultron. If we can't deal with it, the trouble won't end here."

"Um."

Gray gave a casual reply, his gaze drifting off somewhere else.

Tony nodded and continued, "The troublesome thing about Ultron is not just the existing armed forces. It can upload its consciousness to the network at any time. Simply destroying its body is useless. We must cut off its connection with the external network in advance. Only in this way can we have a chance to completely destroy it."

"oh."

"I've developed a virus that, once implanted, can forcibly format Ultron's database. However, we're currently facing a problem: how to insert the USB drive containing the virus into Ultron's mainframe." Tony's voice gradually lowered as he spoke.

Rhodes, who was silently flying nearby, couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't help but complain, "Tony, haven't you noticed? He's not even listening to you!"

"Rhodes, shut up."

Tony replied irritably.

He knew perfectly well that he was being ignored, but the more that was the case, the more he needed to remain calm. Otherwise, who would pick up the lost face? He'd have to do it himself!

"Don't you like Iron Man suits? Maybe I can make a limited edition just for you." Tony extended an olive branch, hoping that Gray would give him some respect.

"I like gold." Gray finally perked up and readily agreed, "Give me the USB drive, and I promise I'll plug it into Ultron's head and blow it out."

Tony finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face, and nodded in agreement, "It's a deal."

"Mr. Stark, could you also make a set for my girlfriends?" Gray added sheepishly.

Tony hesitated for a moment, then, thinking that he had already agreed, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "No problem."

Although Gray's act of adding countable nouns to "girlfriend" is a bit bizarre, it's not a big deal as long as he's willing to cooperate with the following actions.

"Excellent, Mr. Stark, you're such a generous man! Here's what I'll do: I need two hundred million sets each of silver and gold, and purple and pink..."

"Wait!" Tony wondered if he'd misheard. "How many sets?"

"A billion."

"?"

Tony was momentarily stunned, unsure what kind of joke Gray was making. A billion dollars would freeze someone in a lame joke.

"That 800 million?" Gray also felt it was a bit excessive, so he took a step back and offered a 20% discount.

It's not a matter of billions or hundreds of millions. The real key point that puzzled Tony was why his girlfriend was associated with the unit "hundreds of millions".

"Stingy bastard." Gray glanced at Iron Man with disdain. He never expected the famous billionaire to be so stingy. It was despicable.

Tony's face darkened, and he was about to say something when suddenly a loud "bang" rang out.

Gray leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce, and in the next second he shot out at incredible speed, unleashing an unimaginable and terrifying burst of speed.

A spiraling wave of air was created wherever it passed, and the surrounding clouds and mist were dispersed by the powerful impact, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

"Maybe he wasn't joking?" Rod frowned and turned to look at Tony.

"I'm sure he's serious."

Tony sighed with a wry smile and said helplessly, "His ideas have transcended the realm of ordinary thinking. My assessment is that he's an utterly insane madman."

"He sounds like an extremely dangerous person," Rhodes said slowly, his eyes flashing.

"My friend, you'd better abandon any thoughts of harming him." Tony said seriously, his eyes fixed on Rhodes through his mask, "At least for now, we all need him."

"Please, Tony, I'm not an idiot." Rhodes rolled his eyes, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "I'm just worried about some idiots."

"You mean...?" Tony frowned slightly.

Hokkaido, Suruga Bay.

At a US military base located here.

General Ross, the supreme commander of this operation, stood in front of a huge screen, his face grim, looking like a volcano about to erupt.

"Listen up, everyone! This battle concerns the life and death of all humanity. I will not allow anyone to make the slightest mistake!"

He slammed his fist on the table, sending documents flying: "First squadron, deploy fighter groups to suppress Ultron's mechanical legion from the air."

"Communications team, contact all US military bases stationed on the island nation and order them to enter a state of high alert, ready to provide support at any time. Tanks, missiles, machine guns—any equipment capable of striking the enemy—send them all to the front lines!"

As General Ross spoke, he paced rapidly, his eyes fixed on the steel behemoth on the screen that was putting immense pressure on him.

"Technical team, do everything you can to hack into Ultron's mainframe, even if it only interferes for a second, to create more opportunities for the frontline troops! If you can't handle it, I'll send you all to the battlefield!"

General Ross's roar brought the atmosphere in the command center to a near standstill, and everyone was on edge.

"General!"

Suddenly, a communications soldier jumped to his feet, beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "An unidentified flying object is rapidly approaching! Speed...speed..."

"Calm down, soldiers!"

General Ross whirled around, strode up to the communications officer, placed his hands on the table, and demanded sharply, "Tell me, how far away is the UFO?"

The communications soldier swallowed hard, his voice trembling with fear, almost on the verge of tears, and said, "They're...they're already right above us!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dark shadow, accompanied by a howling wind, descended from the sky with overwhelming force, like a meteorite from outer space.

With a loud "boom," the heavy ceiling of the command center suddenly burst open, and concrete fragments and broken steel bars fell down along with a cloud of dust.

Several unfortunate soldiers were knocked to the ground, letting out cries and screams.

General Ross was accidentally struck on the head by a steel bar, bleeding profusely. After struggling to his feet, he glared at the uninvited guest and roared, "Who are you! Who gave you the right to trespass on military territory!"

"You calling me 'Mom'? I'll kill you if you don't!"

Gray walked over, annoyed, and slapped General Ross, knocking out half of his teeth.

Then, like picking up a chick, she grabbed General Ross by the hair and forcefully pulled his head up, adopting an innocent look and even smiling shyly: "Um, I've heard that the brothels in Hokkaido are quite famous, and there are also mixed-gender hot springs. I'm really curious about things I haven't experienced before, could you please take me to try them out, General?"

General Ross, while coughing up blood, nodded with a smile: "There's one nearby, it's on me!"