A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"As long as you don't encounter an enemy deliberately lying in ambush like I did last time, you won't die in battle."

"Damn it, we're powerful, okay?!" Colonel Rhodes roared.

"We undergo rigorous physical training every day, and we operate and maintain our weapons every day. Every one of our soldiers is no less capable than the soldiers of any powerful country in the world!"

"We're not cowards hiding in our weapons and equipment, okay?"

“Oh right, right…” Tony said with a sneer, “You’re doing physical training just to better bully the residents near the base, and you’re maintaining your weapons just to intimidate the local government…”

"Damn it, Tony, who are you on?!" Colonel Rhodes was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he kicked Tony in a bad mood.

"That bastard, he's even worse now that he's a man," Principal Rhodes sighed. He missed the long-haired Tony Stark so much.

That Miss Toni isn't sarcastic... I don't know, maybe... hehehe, being sarcastic is even more powerful.

Tony Stark's face darkened. What kind of perverted thing was this guy thinking now?

"You two really have a lot of energy," Killian remarked. If he hadn't been injected with the Extremis virus, he might have been worn down by years of relentless research.

"No, we're just dying and looking for something to do," Colonel Rhodes grumbled, having lost all hope in life and only wanting to die as soon as possible.

“No, you’re wrong.” Killian shook his head with a smile. “I won’t kill Tony, I’ll only kill you.”

"Wang Defa?" Colonel Rhodes was immediately enraged: "Why? This is discrimination!"

“You’re right, it is discrimination.” Killian smiled. “I’m white, he’s white, but you’re different, you’re black.”

“…Fuck you!” Colonel Rhodes cursed angrily.

"Should I wear a white cloak or a white cone hat?" Killian chuckled. "That might make you feel better."

Just as the three were rambling on, a roar sounded from the sky, and the Steel Patriot flew back, trailing a long flame.

At the port, atop a bridge crane, Cao Gui sat cross-legged, somewhat bored, watching the people below. He was pondering whether to wait until that so-called Grand Commander was eliminated before making his move…

With a thud, the Steel Patriot crashed down in front of Killian, Tony, and the other two.

With a snap, the visor opened, revealing the face of the current commander-in-chief. His face was somewhat pale; the rapid flight had taken a toll on him, after all, he was approaching sixty and in his prime.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my commander. Welcome aboard.” Killian raised a finger to his forehead, gave the man a two-finger Boy Scout salute, and said with a smile.

"A ship?" Tony and Colonel Rhodes were taken aback. Killian clapped his hands, the lights came on, and they realized they were in the ship's cockpit.

"This is a port in Miami. As for the ship you're standing on... have you ever heard of the 'Elephant Graveyard'?"

“The Pensacola oil spill…” Tony said in a low voice.

“That’s right.” Killian nodded. That’s exactly right. This feeling is exactly right. This is exactly what he wants. Tony is constantly playing the straight man with him.

“How did you know?” Colonel Rhodes asked.

“Your intelligence is absolutely rubbish,” Tony said to Colonel Rhodes with disdain. “Remember the accountant the ‘Mandarin’ killed? He worked for Loughs Oil Company, the same company that caused the Pensacola oil spill.”

Tony said with a look of disgust. He was now working on new energy sources and looked down on old energy sources the most, especially those that caused accidents.

“Shit…” Colonel Rhodes’ face twitched. He seemed to remember this incident, and it was related to the President.

“Tony is right,” Killian laughed. “Thanks to the president’s wise decision, no one at Laux Oil Company was held accountable for this, not even a fine.”

"One hundred million gallons of oil just leaked out. Florida was busy and worked hard to fix it, but the federal government didn't pay a penny. That's why it's called the 'elephant graveyard'."

"You... what do you want to do?" The president's face turned pale, and he retreated repeatedly. He was a member of the Donkey Party, not the Elephant Party. He should have taken advantage of the situation. If he hadn't, the people behind him would have come after him.

“Uh…” Killian was stunned by the stern question from the Grand Commander. He had just spoken so righteously that he almost forgot that he was a villain.

“Do nothing.” Killian shrugged and smiled. “I’m saying all this just to find a reason to kill you, especially in front of the entire American public.”

"Guys, tie him up."

Killian laughed, and his burly bodyguards swarmed forward, stuffing the president into his Iron Man suit and then strapping him to atop a pile of oil tanks.

“Sir, you are about to undergo the greatest death ritual, to be burned alive by oil,” Killian said with a smile. Meanwhile, a large group of photographers and lighting crews were busy capturing the moment perfectly, to tell the world that this man was finished.

On the elevated road, Cao Gui's face twitched. What the hell? The US president was right below him. They were going to burn not only the US president, but also him, Cao Gui.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to play anymore, let's get to work." Cao Gui clapped his hands, stood up, and in a flash, he transformed into a helmeted man with a black head and black armor, without a cloak.

Superhero: Black.

Cao Gui borrowed his outfit, well... actually it's not really borrowing, since he also copied Batman and Deadpool, so it's copying the copyist, not plagiarism.

Killian stood behind the photography team and clapped his hands: "Guys, is everything ready?"

"Boss, we're ready!" everyone shouted in response.

“Okay, then let’s give our sir his final funeral…” Killian laughed heartily, saying with satisfaction.

Before he could finish speaking, a small knife suddenly flew out of the darkness and pierced Kirian's eye with a soft thud.

"what……!"

Those who witnessed this scene were startled and immediately panicked, but Killian did not fall down. Instead, his neck and face began to turn a bright red.

With a soft "plop," Killian pulled the dagger out of his eye, standing perfectly unharmed, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the dagger had come.

Cao Gui slowly emerged from the darkness, his eyes slightly narrowed beneath his black helmet. This Extremis virus actually possessed such a powerful self-healing ability?

This extremist virus is quite interesting.

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Chapter 383 Divine Artifact: Pants!

“That’s why I don’t want to be in the spotlight…it’s too much trouble!” Killian sighed, looking at the figure slowly emerging from the darkness.

Since the hatred began to ravage Fifth Avenue, there have been too many strange people and strange things happening.

In the driver's seat, Colonel Rhodes and Tony exchanged a glance, filled with doubt. Someone had actually come to their rescue? Who would be so kind?

"Kill him!" Killian's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he shouted.

With a few thuds, several muscular and imposing figures emerged from behind the container, their bodies flashing with fiery red light from time to time.

The Extremis Virus Soldiers, and the full version at that, won't self-destruct as easily as before.

In her Los Angeles villa, Beth's fingers flew across the keyboard, and soon a scene appeared: the battle at the Port of Miami.

"How did you find the security camera?" Maya asked curiously, munching on a cucumber. "It's a port area; they don't usually install security cameras there."

“It wasn’t a surveillance camera,” Beth said, slowing her typing. “It was Colonel Rhodes’ armor. I hacked into his armor and turned his eyes into our eyes.”

"A pair of Black eyes?" Maya Hansen curled her lip in disdain.

“It’s the eyes of the Iron Man armor…” Beth said irritably, “Colonel Rhodes is not important. He’s just a passerby in the Iron Patriots. Someone will replace him.”

"Then why don't you just control the armor to help your boyfriend fight?" Maya asked.

“I can’t help you.” Beth sighed. “The control system of this suit was designed by the U.S. Department of Defense. I don’t know the underlying logic code, so I can’t hack into it. But I can still do it with his eyes. And… this is a backup plan left by S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D…” Maya Hansen curled her lip, “A bunch of trash rats who only know how to hide in the shadows.”

“Stop talking and take a good look at the full-scale combat capabilities of these Extremis viruses,” Beth said.

In the scene, seven or eight soldiers from the Desperate Situation roared, their bodies and faces glowing red, and pounced on Cao Gui, who had just emerged from the darkness.

Cao Gui remained silent. Xuan Se's persona was that he couldn't speak, so he kept quiet. Facing the seven men who were lunging at him with a sinister grin, Cao Gui flicked his finger, and a flash of silver light appeared.

With a "whoosh," seven or eight arms glowing with fiery red light instantly fell off.

sizzle...

The arm that fell onto the iron plate immediately heated and softened the plate, and finally both turned into molten iron that flowed into the sewer.

"Ahhh...!" The soldiers with severed arms clutched their wounds and howled in pain.

"Wang Defa...?" Beth exclaimed in shock, "The Extremis virus has such a terrifying temperature?"

“It’s not just the temperature.” Maya Hansen pointed to the seven or eight people with severed arms. At the point where the arms were broken, a fiery red light began to rapidly condense. In the blink of an eye, the severed arm was as bright as molten glass, so dazzling that it was impossible to see anything.

But at the same time, their severed arms began to grow back little by little, very slowly, but the growth rate was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing his soldiers suffer a setback, Killian stomped his foot, leaped into the air, and kicked Cao Gui.

Cao Gui dodged to the side, and the foot, glowing with fiery red light, grazed past the hard armor on Cao Gui's chest. However, to his surprise, a charred black mark appeared on the hard armor on his chest.

The material of the hard armor on the chest was Kevlar, the most common bulletproof material. A burning smell kept wafting from the clothes on the chest and into Cao Gui's nose.

But the problem is... Cao Gui looked at Killian's pants, which were perfectly fine, and wondered what was going on.

Does everyone in the Marvel universe have super-powerful pants? The Hulk has them, Wolverine has them, even Killian has them—are their pants just so durable they never wear out?

"Helmeted man, state your name."

Killian grinned. He was now only one step away from success. As long as he killed this troublesome person, he would become the ruler of this world before dawn.

"Tony, do you know this person?" Colonel Rhodes looked curiously at the helmeted man below.

"I don't know him..."

Tony's face twitched. Although he didn't know this helmeted man, he knew another helmeted man, and that man was really annoying, but he couldn't beat him. Later, that man even defeated Abomination head-on, so he could never beat him.

"What do we do now?" Colonel Rhodes struggled slightly, only to find that he couldn't break free at all.

Tony remained silent, his composure unwavering, as he gently pressed the buttons on his watch with his right hand.

"Wang Defa? What are you doing?" Colonel Rhodes asked hurriedly, sensing Tony's unusual behavior.

"Call for backup," Tony said. There were no more enemies around, so he didn't need to be on guard anymore.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner?" Rhodes was so angry his nose almost twisted.

"Heh...shut up, you fourth-class citizen!" Tony said irritably.

"Use your oil-filled brain to think. When has Killian ever left our sight this whole time? I only have this one chance, so I have to be careful!"

Rhodes: "..."

I am an Air Force colonel, not a Marine, not a fourth-class citizen, and my brain isn't filled with engine oil.

Tony ignored him and whispered, "Jarvis, bring out all the armor... no, all the Lady armor."

“Yes, sir… It’s so good to be able to get in touch with you, sir.”

"Me too, Jarvis."

Looking down, above the ground.