Marvel: Starting with the forced creation of villainous characters

Putting aside the fact that Obadiah's survival would affect Mark's plans, just considering that Obadiah had just disrupted their cooperation, he couldn't be happier for him to die quickly.

The junior agent nodded, then continued watching the distant battle through the scope.

"That girl has a really hot body, especially her skills, it's like dancing on a knife's edge," the agent couldn't help but exclaim.

Sharon Carter didn't reply; instead, she wondered which faction had sent the woman in red.

Mark can be ruled out first, since the only superhuman he has is Jessica, and it's impossible for him to know such a top-tier assassin.

"Is it Hydra?" Sharon Carter wondered to herself.

Her reason for suspecting Hydra was simple: she couldn't find anyone else to suspect, so she chose to suspect Hydra.

"No, the Winter Soldier is the one working for Hydra," Sharon Carter quickly dismissed her own guess.

Hydra has already attacked Tony Stark; there's absolutely no need for them to deal with a dying Obadiah.

Sharon Carter thought thoughtfully, "This fighting style... it's kind of like the Hand's."

For Mark's sake, she had been paying close attention to the chaotic area of ​​Hell's Kitchen, and she had specifically looked into the Hand. The red-clad woman's methods of killing and fighting were indeed very similar to those of the Hand's ninjas.

Tony is in a lot of pain right now. On the one hand, the other person is so slippery that he doesn't seem like a normal person. On the other hand, he also has to be distracted by protecting Obadiah.

The battle lasted less than ten minutes, and he already had two cuts on his body, one on his shoulder and one on his right leg. Keep in mind that he had fought so fiercely with Obadiah without getting injured.

"Should we intervene?" Jessica, who had arrived at the scene, was also hesitant.

The red-clad assassin's target was also Obadiah, but she was stopped by Tony Stark. Although the red-clad assassin seemed to have the upper hand, it was only temporary.

The police couldn't let them keep fighting. Once the police arrived, the female assassin's mission would definitely fail.

The police might not be able to handle Obadiah in his Iron Man suit, but they'd still dare to strike hard against the flesh-and-blood red-clad assassin.

Just as Jessica was hesitating, Mark called.

"Jessica, could you please stall Tony Stark and give that female assassin a chance?"

Jessica, who had been hesitant, jumped off the roof after hearing this.

"boom!"

Jessica landed in the middle of the battlefield with the standard superhero landing style.

Jessica deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Leave this playboy to me, you go and do your job."

Upon hearing this, Erica glanced at Jessica and then decisively handed the battlefield over to Jessica. After all, her goal was to kill Obadiah, not to teach Tony, this playboy, a lesson.

Tony's pupils contracted upon seeing this; Jessica's entrance practically made it clear that she was an enhanced human.

"Another beautiful lady. This place is really lively today," Tony said with a sly grin.

Jessica didn't reply, but instead expressed her displeasure through her actions.

"Wait! Why are you staring at Obadiah? If it's for money, we can talk it over. I'll give you double the price," Tony shouted.

One female assassin in red was already giving him a headache, but now there's an even stronger enhanced human. His small frame simply can't handle it.

Jessica remained silent, then launched a flying kick at Iron Man's chest, the force of which was at least two tons.

Unable to dodge in time, Tony could only raise his hands to block the attack. He was then kicked flying, his back slamming into the cargo bed of a garbage truck in the distance. The impact created a deep dent in the cargo bed, and garbage and glass shards poured down, burying half of his body.

Meanwhile, Erica had already arrived in front of Obadiah.

"Are you Hydra agents, or the mastermind behind it all?" Obadiah demanded in shock and anger.

Erica didn't speak, because she was currently working for the Hand, and Obadiah's two guesses were both wrong.

"Wait! I surrender! Can't we stop fighting?" Tony shouted through a megaphone as a steel arm emerged from the junkyard.

The reason he stopped fighting was that Erica had already completed her mission; her hairpin had pierced Obadiah's right eye.

Erica left immediately after succeeding.

Seeing this, Jessica turned and disappeared into the night. Her goal was to kill Obadiah on the spot, and now that she had achieved her goal, there was no need for her to stay and fight Tony.

A somewhat disheveled Tony Stark walked up to Obadiah.

"Old man, you've offended quite a few people," Tony Stark said with a wry smile.

He could tell that the two women were not working together; they both had the same goal: to confirm that Obadiah had died at the scene.

"Jarvis, find me some information on those two women," Tony said.

A short while later, a document appeared on the projector in front of him.

Erica Natchis

Nationality: Greek

Height 5 feet 9 inches (approximately 175 cm)

Weight: 130 pounds (approximately 59 kg)

Introduction: The daughter of a Greek diplomat, she developed a strong interest in martial arts after her family suffered a tragedy in her childhood and showed amazing talent. At the age of 19, she went to the United States to study and joined the Innocents. Later, she was expelled and joined the criminal organization Hand, becoming a professional assassin for the Hand.

"The Hand? How could Obadiah have offended such scum?" Tony thought, frowning.

Tony then asked, "What about the other woman?"

"A mysterious force is interfering with me, and I cannot obtain information about the other party."

Upon hearing Jarvis's reply, Tony frowned even more deeply.

Tony was speechless when the words "mysterious power" came out of the mouth of an artificial intelligence, because it was completely unscientific.

"Mysterious power? Is it a programming problem, or something else?" Tony asked.

"No program vulnerabilities were found during the self-inspection. It was a force I don't understand that was interfering with my judgment and goals."

After receiving confirmation from Jarvis, Tony was also intrigued by the female enhanced human.

Could a special force capable of interfering with artificial intelligence be a higher level of artificial intelligence?

Tony didn't think about other possibilities; instead, he believed that Jarvis was simply being suppressed by a higher level of artificial intelligence in terms of computing power.

But his pride and arrogance prevented him from believing that anyone in the world could invent an artificial intelligence more advanced than Jarvis.

As the distant sirens grew closer, Tony, clutching his injured shoulder and dragging his injured leg, limped towards the Stark Industries underground garage. The night wind blew into his tattered armor, chilly and carrying the smell of burning and the dampness of pre-rain.

In the distance, the sound of sirens grew closer.

He raised his hand and pressed down on the reactor cover on his chest.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, sir."

"Call Potts. Tell her to wait for me in the garage."

"Understood, sir. But your condition..."

"I'm fine," Tony said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I'm Iron Man."

As soon as he finished speaking, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on one knee at the entrance of the underground parking garage.

He gasped for breath, bracing himself against the ground, gazing at the distant Stark Tower, and muttered to himself, "It's all over."