"Battle suits?"
Tony's expression changed instantly, his brow furrowing deeply into the shape of the character '川'.
"With the tech level of those Russians? They can handle battle suits? I bet they can't even shrink a miniature arc reactor properly." Tony wore an expression that practically screamed, 'Don't make me laugh.'
Peter, on the other hand, had a faint inkling of what might be happening, though he didn't pay it much mind.
"I don't know the exact details either." Natasha shook her head gently. "Although Melina is still technically affiliated with the Red Room, she has been out of the core circle for a very long time, so she couldn't obtain more granular intelligence."
"Doesn't matter~" Ultimately, Peter made the final call. "Regardless of what tech they have or how many elite experts they boast, their tech won't be harder than ours, and their experts won't be stronger than us."
"Now that's what I like to hear!" Tony wagged his eyebrows at Peter. "No matter what hidden cards they hold, the three of us are just going to steamroll the entire way through!"
After the stealth jet flew at full throttle for roughly three and a half hours, the holographic map showed that they were extremely close to their destination.
At the same time, the Wheel of Fortune issued a warning through the cockpit's PA system:
"Warning! A large number of anomalous thermal signatures have been detected on the ground!"
As the words fell, the holographic display shifted to show the live camera feed of the terrain below.
On the screen, the seemingly desolate snow-capped wasteland was shifting silently. Six massive, circular metallic silo covers rolled outward like unfolding flower petals, revealing the pitch-black missile silos hidden beneath.
"Holy shit." Tony's reaction was even faster than Peter's, because his armor's scanning array had already locked onto the payloads inside those silos.
"Surface-to-air tracking missiles manufactured by Hammer Industries. Exactly eighteen of them, with a tactical range fully capable of covering our current altitude."
"Since when did that hack Hammer start doing business all the way out here?!"
Even as Tony complained, the eighteen missiles erupted from their silos one after another, trailing long, white plumes of exhaust. Like a pack of rabid white serpents, they locked on and surged directly toward the Quinjet.
"Can the jet's interception array handle it?" Peter asked.
Tony fired off a quick glance at the radar screen before replying, "At maximum throttle, we could easily outrun them with raw speed coupled with the onboard anti-missile countermeasures. But if we intend to execute a landing sequence right now, it's going to be tricky."
Hearing this, Peter immediately made a decisive call: "The construction cost of this jet wasn't cheap. There's no need to sacrifice a perfectly good aircraft just for the Red Room. Let's execute a direct HALO jump, and I'll leave the plane's evasion to my magic."
As he spoke, Peter placed his hand on Natasha. The black-and-gold armor responded instantly, flowing like a liquid symbiote to seamlessly envelope the Black Widow.
The moment she was fully suited up, Peter issued a direct mental command to the Wheel of Fortune.
The jet's rear hangar doors slammed open instantly, and a terrifying vortex of high-altitude slipstream instantly threw the entire interior into chaos.
Under normal circumstances, any flesh-and-blood passenger caught in such violent turbulence would likely be slammed to death on the spot.
However, shielded by their advanced battle suits, Natasha and Tony remained entirely unfazed, casually pressing forward against the roaring wind to leap from the bay.
Compared to them, Peter took his theatrical flair to an entirely different level.
A barrier of crisp, pale-green wind magic manifested before him. Facing the brutal, howling slipstream, not a single strand of his hair was out of place. With leisurely, measured steps, he walked right to the edge of the ramp and executed a flawless leap of faith.
"Shit~" Watching this from below, Tony couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over him. 'Would this kid literally die if he didn't show off for five minutes?'
The exact second Peter cleared the hangar door, the Quinjet's engines let out a piercing, thunderous roar, executing a high-speed maneuver that completely defied traditional aerodynamics. Its acceleration was so blindingly fast that the trailing tracking missiles couldn't even catch its shadow.
Down in the subterranean facility, the automated defense systems detected three unidentified flying objects hurtling toward the ground at terminal velocity.
The completely unmanned watchtowers and automated turrets scattered across the perimeter opened fire simultaneously. A dense, roaring barrage of heavy machine-gun fire and anti-aircraft rockets surged up into the sky toward the descending trio.
Tony let out an ecstatic, wild shout as the repulsor flames beneath his boots expanded several times over, his flight velocity spiking dramatically.
The flamboyant red-and-gold armor moved like a butterfly weaving through a field of flowers, effortlessly dancing past the incoming rockets. Braving the absolute downpour of lead, he skimmed across the snowy plains at a near-ground-level trajectory.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The heavy bullets clattered against the nano-Vibranium plating without so much as scuffing the metallic paint job.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In retaliation, Tony's armor panels deployed dynamically across his entire frame. Palms, shoulder pods, chest piece—every single weapon bay opened fire simultaneously.
Countless micro-missiles fanned out like a blooming flower of destruction, each one scoring a pinpoint, direct hit on the automated turrets and missile silos scattered across the surface.
Sequential detonations tore through the snowy plains, blooming into a series of brilliant, orange-red mushroom clouds that scorched the pristine white landscape into blackened ash.
In a matter of barely a dozen seconds, the entire exterior defense perimeter of the base had been completely wiped clean.
"Damn~"
Tony hovered steadily in mid-air, mimicking the exact arms-wide-open posture Peter had used during his leap of faith, declaring with ultimate, unadulterated smugness:
"I am honestly just drop-dead gorgeous~!"
Unfortunately, the glory lasted for less than three seconds.
The main entrance of the base—a heavy, half-meter-thick alloy blast door—slammed open to either side. A strike force of female agents clad in black leather tactical suits and wielding electromagnetic weaponry surged out.
An array of electromagnetically accelerated sniper rounds slammed squarely into Tony's chest. While the kinetic impact was completely absorbed by the Vibranium layer, the sudden burst of electromagnetic interference caused his Mark armor—which hadn't yet deployed its specialized insulation shields—to instantly seize up and stall.
Tony: ...
We're both trying to show off here, so why is it that the moment I start posing, someone immediately jumps out to ruin my vibe?
A thoroughly disgruntled Tony initially wanted to go on a massive offensive, but the moment his HUD scanned the sheer facial aesthetics of the female agents rushing out, he immediately shifted his stance.
"Peter, to be completely honest, this situation is far pricklier than I anticipated... You know me, I make it a strict rule never to hit women!"
On the other side, Natasha looked down at the young girls whose expressions were as hollow and icy as programmed machines, an incredibly bitter feeling welling up within her heart.
The Black Widow, who had always been renowned for her cold-blooded, absolute operational efficiency on the battlefield, found herself seized by a rare wave of profound compassion:
"Peter, is there any way we can completely subdue and restrain them without causing any physical harm?"
"You know their story... they're honestly just a group of tragic, broken souls, much like..."
Natasha originally wanted to say 'much like Captain America's best buddy, Bucky Barnes'. But considering that mentioning that specific name might cause Tony's temper to instantly redline and lead to an irrational escalation, she forcefully swallowed the rest of the sentence.
However, even though she didn't finish the thought, Peter—who had already shared the deepest intimacies with her—instantly grasped her true intent:
"I know exactly what you mean. Leave it entirely to me~"
As he spoke, Peter's descent accelerated. Even without mechanical thrusters like Tony or Natasha, his physical descent was blinding, hitting the snowy ground in the blink of an eye.
Standing before the oncoming battalion of female warriors, Peter's calm gaze swept across their ranks.
The very next fraction of a second, a terrifying, absolute aura erupted from his frame like a cataclysmic shockwave.
Conqueror's Haki!
Under the absolute, crushing weight of this overwhelming spiritual pressure, the female warriors possessed no capacity to resist whatsoever. One after another, their knees buckled, and they collapsed heavily to the frozen ground.
Thud, thud, thud, thud—
The entire battalion knelt in flawless, synchronized unison, as if bowing their heads to welcome the undisputed arrival of their supreme Emperor!
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