American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

The Mandarin's new round of speeches has begun.

Media outlets across the United States were hacked, and images of the Mandarin's speech appeared on televisions, computers, and the giant screen in Times Square.

In Harry's storage room, Tony connects the computer Peter brought to the Mk42.

Gwen installed the signal amplification device on the roof of the warehouse, while Ned provided remote assistance from his base in New York. Together with the AI-powered Jarvis, they reverse-engineered the signals that had been hacked across the United States.

The group discovered the location of the signal source and then hacked into its system, where they found AIM's internal database.

Tony finally realized that most of those cyborgs were American veterans who had been injured or disabled in the war.

Killian lured them with the promise of "curing disabilities" to inject them with the Extremis virus. Those who survived became his personal super soldiers.

As for why these wounded veterans were willing to become the lackeys of people like Killian, Tony knew perfectly well.

Those veterans who returned from the battlefield did not receive the respect and stability they had imagined after taking off their uniforms; instead, they were plunged into an even deeper quagmire.

They carried the scars of war—both broken limbs and physical remains, as well as psychological trauma.

The preferential treatment and benefits promised by the government often remain on paper. The application process is cumbersome and lengthy, disability subsidies are delayed, and sometimes they are even embezzled.

Due to their physical disabilities, they are often unable to find work and can only survive on meager relief, making it difficult to even maintain a basic standard of living, and gradually becoming marginalized by society.

Heroes who shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the country were ultimately pushed to the opposite side of the people due to the government's inaction.

"Damn the US government!" Tony cursed inwardly.

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Looking at the coordinates on the computer screen, Tony grumbled, "Miami, that's really far."

Pepper's fate is currently unknown, and he must act quickly.

He turned his gaze to the badly damaged Mk42 armor. This thing couldn't fly now, and it would take a lot of time to get to Miami, which was more than a thousand kilometers away, by other means.

For a moment, the intense anxiety and unease of losing the protection of his armor overwhelmed Tony once again.

Tony suffered a somatization attack due to PTSD, and he lost all strength, collapsing onto the cold ground.

He was breathing rapidly and began to tremble.

Tony crossed his arms over his chest, trying to gain some small sense of security.

"Oh my God," Tony said, his voice trembling with fear.

Peter bent down and put his hand on Tony's shoulder: "Hey Tony, pull yourself together. Don't give up now. Pepper needs you."

But Tony had already fallen into an emotional trap. Whenever Peter mentioned Pepper, his unease, fear, and guilt intensified.

"Peter..." he said in a trembling voice, "that old Steve was right, without the armor, I'm nothing..."

"So what did you say back then? Think about it carefully."

Tony, lost in thought, repeated his earlier rebuttal to Steve: "Super genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist..."

"Aren't you one now? Without armor, you can't do anything?"

"Cheer up!" Peter pointed to the Mk42 next to him. "That thing isn't Iron Man, you are!"

"Even without armor, you are still the smartest person in the world. Don't let this little difficulty defeat you."

Tony's breathing gradually calmed down.

He stood up from the ground: "Thank you, Peter."

"You're welcome."

"Time is of the essence, I want to get to Miami as soon as possible, do you have a way?"

Tony drew a circle with his hand: "Like that portal from before?"

Peter shrugged. "I can't open a portal to a place I've never been before."

Tony sighed in disappointment.

"But I know someone who can."

"Don't gasp for breath next time," Tony said, pointing at Peter. "When can we set off to find that person?"

Peter glanced at the time: "Now is fine."

"Okay, let's pack up and get ready to go."

A portal sparking with fire opened, and Peter, along with Gwen and Tony, arrived at the Sanctum Sanctum in New York.

The Sanctuary doesn't look very big from the outside, but it has a lot of magically folded spaces inside.

Peter found Wang in the library: "Hey, can you do me a favor?"

During his time practicing magic in Kamar-Taj, Peter tried to build good relationships with the several wizards he frequently met.

The sorcerers knew that he had been personally taught magic by the Ancient One, and they did not reject Peter's overtures.

The King's family has served the Sorcerer Supreme for generations. As the current successor, although he has a great reputation in the magical world, he is a poor man in the secular world because he has no job and no property.

Since the Ancient One wasn't available every day, Peter would often ask Wong for private lessons in various magic and knowledge, and would also slip Wong a few dozen small dollars as tuition fees.

Over time, the two became friends.

As for why Wang wasn't given a large sum of money?

Wang's appearance was rather fierce; if he went to a restaurant or supermarket with a hundred-dollar bill, the cashier would only think that the money in his hand was counterfeit money or dirty money from the mafia.

Wang looked at Peter and his group: "What is it?"

Then he looked Tony more closely: "What, there's another Avenger? By the way, you're still alive? They were reporting on TV that you were dead."

Tony said, "I'm not that easy to defeat."

"Open a portal for me," Peter said to Wang Dao.

"no problem."

The group arrived at the Great Sanctuary in New York, and the King began to cast a spell. A large globe made of Vishanti white magical aura appeared before them.

"Location."

Peter gestured on the globe, and the globe began to enlarge proportionally and rotate.

Peter's finger landed on Miami, Florida: "Here."

The king's spiritual perception entered the globe, which was then projected by this globe made of white magic to a corner of Miami, thousands of miles away.

He found a secluded corner, opened a portal to his target, and said, "Go ahead, remember to treat me to a meal next time."

Peter didn't waste any time and led Gwen and Tony through the portal.

"That's amazing," Tony couldn't help but exclaim. "It takes 20 minutes for the armor to travel at full speed, but with magic, it only takes one step."

"Let's go." Peter looked at the manor in the distance, their destination, "Let's go meet those sour radishes and not eat them."

Tony quickly said, "Wait a minute. Shouldn't we make a plan and do some preparation beforehand?"

"No need." Gwen put on her mask and gloves, took off her clothes, revealing the battle suit she always wore underneath, and strode forward.

"I will eliminate all the resistance fighters."

"Alright, alright, these young people these days are really reckless." Tony could only keep up with the two of them. "I was originally planning to sneak in."

Peter slipped the sling ring onto his finger, a magical glow emanating from his fingertip: "Isn't eliminating all the witnesses also a form of infiltration?"