Marvel: Wonka's Chocolate Factory

"What level does Willy Wonka want to achieve?"

This was what Tony wanted to ask most at that moment. His mind raced, and he realized that this was an excellent opportunity.

Having experienced threats from aliens, especially the near-miss with Obadiah, governments around the world are still working hard to eradicate the Skrulls.

There's also the threat from the Asgardian neighbors; it's hard to sleep with a tiger at your side, and Odin and Hela don't seem like good people at all.

Even without experiencing the Chitauri invasion, Tony had a strong sense of crisis, and this intense unease drove him to upgrade his Mark series and Iron Monger series armor at a remarkably high frequency.

Tony was also dissatisfied with the efficiency of the U.S. government in dealing with the Skrulls, especially the White House and the Pentagon, which were inefficient and had all sorts of problems.

Balance is important, but in Tony's view, we have now entered a period of great change that has not been seen in three thousand years. Everything that has been the same needs to be changed, rather than continuing to sit at a comfortable oak table and play that boring game of power.

Especially now is a window of opportunity. Tony knows that Asgard's main forces are still clearing out the rebels, and external conditions are favorable for Earth to consolidate its power.

Willy Wonka had already anticipated Tony's problem. The current Tony is not a pacifist, but a hawk, someone who would actively eliminate threats for the sake of peace.

Frank answered Tony's question: "Mr. Willy Wonka wants to consolidate the scattered forces of America, and then consolidate the scattered forces of Earth. This is to ensure that Earth serves as a perfect logistical base after we venture into space, avoiding internal power struggles among humanity."

Tony waved his hand; that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"Frank, has Willy Wonka reserved a place for me in the future of America?"

Frank knew immediately that there was a chance. He had originally thought that Tony would fight back bravely for the so-called democracy and freedom of America, but he didn't expect it to be completely different from what he thought.

"Tony, Mr. Willy Wonka is willing to reserve a place for you in the new world, but it's up to you to choose."

"As long as Willy Wonka doesn't want to be king, I'll go with him."

Opportunities are fleeting, and Tony wouldn't let one slip through his fingers. He made his decision in a flash.

Tony knew he was a variable, especially with his Iron Legion and the half-finished spaceships already forming a rudimentary fighting force. His opposition would undoubtedly hinder Willy Wonka's operations.

But then what? With Willy Wonka's power and Tony's support, can this unrest be quelled?

So Tony decided to add Willy Wonka to his bet and decisively joined the group!

"Frank, I won't get involved in Washington until I've re-established communications with Willy Wonka. But I can help you stabilize Chicago and New York first."

Tony smiled, opened his mask, and then reached out and shook hands firmly with Frank.

"Obi, you're in charge of Chicago, I'll lead the team to New York to provide support."

Once he made up his mind, Tony acted with full force, immediately ordering Jarvis to split the Iron Legion in two, with him and Obadiah each leading one team to assist Willy Wonka.

At this moment, New York City was under martial law, and the entire city was quickly brought under police control. Large numbers of police officers, armed with guns and ammunition, patrolled the streets, especially special forces and riot police. George, fully armed, personally led these elite police forces to control everything in New York City.

At least for this moment, George was the top knife-wielder in New York City.

But things obviously wouldn't go so smoothly, especially since George controlled almost all of New York's government officials, and the news inevitably leaked out.

Coupled with unsettling news from Washington, the storm finally ripped through New York's tranquility as night fell.

Kingpin, as the emperor in the basement, was the first to sense this unsettling trend.

Kingpin's massive body was sunken into the sofa, his entire body and the sofa hidden in the shadows of the room's lights, making it impossible to see his expression.

"What is George Stacy trying to do? The NYPD has unilaterally cut off New York City's connection with the outside world. Has he gone mad?"

George Stacy, the newly crowned New York tycoon, was a target Kingpin had been trying to win over and corrupt, but with little success. Behind this police chief stood another behemoth, making Kingpin somewhat hesitant.

The people in the room were all Kingpin's confidants, and their combined information channels were enough to piece together a rough picture of the situation in New York at that time.

Kingpin dialed three numbers in a row, but none of them went through, which was highly unusual.

Moreover, the news coming out now is even more unsettling. The police are firing at any threatening target without any scruples, catching the previously lawless gangs off guard.

George only told a few of his trusted confidants about tonight's mission; none of the lower-ranking officers knew the full story. Those cops who colluded with the gangsters also assumed it was just a special operation by the chief.

So it wasn't until Kingpin's intelligence network in Washington reported back that a firefight had broken out in Washington that he could no longer sit still.

After eliminating all the impossible options, only the most outrageous one remains.

"Hahaha, this is truly amazing! I never imagined that someone would dare to challenge the established order at this time."

Kingpin really wanted to open George Stacy's head and see if the police chief's head was filled with shit.

"Let's all go out and party! If the police try to stop us, then let them shoot freely. Tonight, I'll show everyone that even a dark order is still an order."

Kingpin made his choice, and after he issued his orders, the previously relatively calm New York gradually became lively, from sporadic gunfire to large-scale firefights.

George, wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a submachine gun, led the police department's elite officers in armored vehicles and patrol cars to the location of the fiercest fighting—Hell's Kitchen in New York City.

Unexpectedly, before the anticipated fierce resistance from the official forces materialized, the damned gangsters had already emerged from the darkness.

George decided to personally lead the main force to crush any enemy who dared to resist. It was only early night; New York could not afford to descend into chaos at this time.

If the first half of the night cannot be controlled, then the resistance from various forces that receive the news in the second half of the night will be even more intense.

George immediately ordered, "I remember there are two mortars and a stockpile of shells in the armory. Take these two little guys with you!"

"Chief, this is New York!"

George's subordinates thought he was crazy, especially since the situation was not so dire as to require the use of artillery, even mortars.

George remained adamant: "I'm the chief. I'll take responsibility for whatever happens. If Kingpin dares to resist, blow his building to smithereens with mortars!"