Knowing the movie's plot, Chen Chen was aware that the so-called "Yan Dalin" was merely an actor in the film, not the Mandarin from the comics who wielded magical power.
However, to maintain logical consistency and narrative integrity, exposing the Mandarin's true identity was essential. After all, he had promised Fury that he wouldn't cause any trouble this time.
Miami, Florida.
Outside a lavish, opulent villa, dozens of muscular bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses patrolled the perimeter, their hands gripping firearms.
Chen Chen and Tony stood across the street from the villa.
"You go first, or should I?" To Chen Chen, these bodyguards were as insignificant as ants, their strength no more than a trivial obstacle.
He turned to Tony and asked, "Can't we just go together?"
Tony rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Why can't we?"
"We could, but I think that would be making it too easy for them."
As soon as the words left his mouth, pitch-black armor materialized on Chen Chen's body, accompanied by a cloak as dark as ink. Tony, meanwhile, swiftly donned his portable armor.
"The party's about to get started, brothers."
The two charged forward with thunderous speed!
In the blink of an eye, they reached the iron gate.
Chen Chen then unleashed a punch at the gate.
*Boom!*
A surging wave of air slammed into him like a tsunami. His savage blow, like a lightning strike tearing through the heavens, shattered the multi-ton iron gate on impact, sending it flying into the villa beyond.
The black-clad guards patrolling behind the gate were instantly impaled by countless fragments of metal. They died before they could even react.
"Intruders!"
"Protect Mandarin!"
"Kill them!"
Alarms blared throughout the villa, followed seconds later by a hail of gunfire that echoed through the area. Nearly all the firepower converged on Chen Chen and Tony at the entrance.
But the bullets only passed through afterimages, striking the ground behind them.
The next moment, a series of screams echoed through the villa.
Tony hovered in mid-air as miniature tracking bullets, guided by Jarvis's auxiliary system, simultaneously struck the five bodyguards in front of him. Countless stray bullets bounced harmlessly off Tony's alloy armor, posing no threat to its metallic shell.
A palm-mounted cannon blast sent seven or eight black-clad men flying through the air like broken dolls, flung far behind him. With the thrust of his boosters, Tony darted through the air, closing the distance to each figure before delivering a series of punches.
The battle continued.
Chen Chen blurred into motion, moving at a speed imperceptible to the human eye. He instantly appeared before a bodyguard wielding an AK-47, his right hand a blur as it slammed into the man's skull.
A muffled *boom* echoed.
The bodyguard's head burst in a gruesome spray, and Chen Chen, the killer, had already vanished.
Ten meters away, another *boom* rang out, and a pool of crimson blood bloomed on the floor.
Less than a minute had passed since they began their assault, barely a few dozen seconds. Of the dozens of black-clad bodyguards who had originally been in the villa, only three or four remained. The once-dense gunfire had dwindled to sporadic shots.
"Don't be afraid! We'll take down these two bastards!"
One of the surviving black-clad bodyguards, his face contorted with rage, pulled the safety pin from a grenade and charged toward Chen Chen, raising it to throw. Chen Chen casually grabbed a piece of rubble from the ground and struck the man in the chest. He collapsed, a massive pool of blood spreading beneath him. After a few twitches, he lay still.
"I'm done on my end," Tony, who had already dealt with his enemies, announced from mid-air to Chen Chen on the ground.
"Then I'll finish this with one final blow." Chen Chen raised his fist, crouched slightly, and unleashed a punch forward.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Everything was left in shambles, as if after a tornado. Countless cracks spread out in all directions across the floor, *
___
The powerful wind pressure generated by the punch crushed everything in Chen Chen's path.
The building before him cracked like an arm as thick as a tree trunk, its surface webbed with dense, spiderweb-like fissures.
Fountains, gardens, and trees were all pulverized and destroyed.
The once-magnificent mansion was blasted to pieces, its facade facing Chen Chen completely overturned.
A man in his fifties or sixties, with a small braid and a large beard, lay face-down on the floor, clutching his head and staring at Chen Chen in terror.
"Mandarin?" Tony blinked in surprise, scrutinizing the man on the floor. This posture was nothing like the dignified and imposing Mandarin he'd seen on TV. "Is he the real Mandarin, or a body double? Where's the real Mandarin?"
"We've got the right man. He is Mandarin. And now, we're going to have a... *talk* with him."
Knowing full well that this Mandarin was actually an actor, Chen Chen said to Tony with a smirk.
*Click, click, click.*
The two men approached the trembling Mandarin step by step.
***
Meanwhile, in an extremely secretive laboratory,
inside a room resembling a confinement cell,
a middle-aged man in a white patient gown slumped on the floor. His sunken eyes and gaunt face reflected his poor condition.
At that moment, two researchers opened the cell door and entered.
Behind them stood a tall man with long, golden hair:
Aldrich Killian
The mastermind behind the Mandarin bombing, driven by a desire for revenge against Tony and a burning ambition to control the world from the shadows.
Killian had come to observe the experiment. He had always been deeply invested in the Extremis Virus, the technology that had transformed his life. After all, he too had been implanted with the virus.
"The more you understand power, the safer and stronger you become. Otherwise, indulging in its intoxicating thrill will ultimately lead to your own destruction," Killian said, speaking from personal experience.
"What's Wade's condition?" Killian asked the researcher standing beside him.
"Addiction," the researcher replied.
Wade, however, reacted with remarkable indifference to Killian and the researcher's arrival. He merely glanced at Killian from the corner of his eye and remained silent.
Unfazed, Killian listened to the researcher's report, which provided them with a general understanding of Wade's temperament and background.
"Addiction? That's not good."
Killian pulled out a syringe and began idly twirling it in his hand. Wade, seeing the syringe, immediately sat up in bed.
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