New York, Stark Industrial Headquarters, Inside the Chairman's Office.

Tony Stark, wearing a casual suit, was lying comfortably on the reception sofa. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but his eyes opened a slit and secretly looked towards the office chair. Little Chili Potz in a white suit.

Potz buried his head in his desk, signed the documents skillfully, and said lightly: "Tony, don't look at me with your lustful eyes. Now it's working hours, and this is still the office."

"Ahem. Thinking about it this way... it feels more exciting."

Tony coughed a few times and said in surprise: "How do you know I'm watching you?"

"So, are you really looking at me lustfully just now?"

Pots looked up, rolled his eyes at him, and asked, "Why haven't you taken Peter to play lately?"

"He is about to go to high school, and I'm not that free lately." Tony snorted, his eyes turned, and his mind was floating.

Potz did not deny that since the battle with the godfather a few days ago, Tony has been thinking about what to create in his exclusive studio.

‘Didi…’

At this moment, Tony's phone suddenly rang, and Jarvis voice prompted: "Sir, it's the little Spider-Peter call."

"What's that kid going to do?"

That being said, Tony still lets Jarvis connect to the communication.

As soon as the phone was connected, Peter's anxious voice sounded, "Mr. Stark, have you watched TV?"

"TV? What kind of TV?" Tony was stunned.

Peter continued: "You turn on the TV now, any news channel!"

"You kid..."

Tony frowned slightly, but still issued an order to Jarvis, "Jarvis, turn on the office TV and transfer to any news channel."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, the embedded LCD screen turned on by one wall of the office.

On the New York News Channel, the female host sat in front of the stage with a serious face and said fluently in English: "Our TV station just received the urgent news. Just five minutes ago, in the Museum Exhibition Square in London, local people were involved in a disaster-like battle. From it, there were suspected signs of peace symbols and superheroes such as Thor."

"Godfather, and Thor?" Tony narrowed his eyes slightly. He was half lying on the sofa, and he sat up tensely and walked a few more steps forward to approach the LCD screen.

"Now, local journalists are on video broadcast for us."

After the female host finished speaking, she switched the video to the local reporter.

As the picture turned, a male reporter was standing by the roadside in the square, holding a microphone, and there were street ruins with thick smoke and fire in the background. Pedestrians screamed and fled everywhere.

The male reporter reported in panic, "Accountants. I am a reporter from London. I am now standing next to the Central Plaza in London. You can clearly see that five minutes ago, the streets of London were still peaceful and prosperous, but five minutes later, it has become a terrible ruin."

"According to my visual observation just now, the symbol of peace and Thor were fighting fiercely with an alien enemy. But their whereabouts were erratic, and they were still fighting here half a minute ago, and suddenly they all disappeared..."

Before the male reporter could finish his words, a small silver hammer flew over him at a very fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, the Cursed Warrior and Thor emerged from the side at the same time, and they fell and rolled on the asphalt road, creating a pit. The two were just simple fights, but they were like space beasts, easily affecting many cars parked on the road.

The camera finally freezes the male reporter's face full of fear and avoids a car wrapped in wind. The picture then falls into the screen, and the video camera quickly turns back to the female host's side.

The female host patted her tall chest and said in a panic: "The signal from London reporters has been interrupted from the TV station. I hope they are fine, and I hope London can overcome this difficulty without any danger, just like New York half a year ago..."

"Enough."

Tony's left hand pressed, Jarvis understood his meaning, turned off the TV screen.

"Tony, Godfather and the others are in trouble again?" Pozro looked at Tony worriedly.

"I can't explain it clearly. However, even the godfather failed to solve it in time, which means that the enemy this time is very difficult."

When Tony said this, he lowered his head a little before realizing that the communication had not yet been hung up.

Peter's inquiry sounded from his cell phone, "Mr. Stark, do you need my help?"

"Just stay in New York. School is about to start, don't run around! Otherwise, I will go to Aunt Mei to complain!"

Tony hung up the phone directly, thought for a while, and then said to Potz in a deep voice: "Sorry, it seems that I can't go to dinner with you."

Potz did not dissuade him and nodded, "Be careful, be sure to be safe."

"certainly."

Tony agreed and walked towards the open floor-to-ceiling window of the office while giving instructions to Jarvis, "Jarvis, send a set of the latest armor, urgently!"

"Yes, sir."

"It's a turbulent time!"

Tony came to the floor-to-ceiling window on his own, and more than a dozen steel parts flew out of the window, fitting them on his body.

A few seconds later.

The engine of the palms and soles of the feet buzzed and started, and a gold-red painted iron man turned into a stream of light and flew towards the supersonic speed of the sky towards London.

"Tony..."

Potz came to the floor-to-ceiling window, put his hands on his chest, watching the iron man's back until he completely disappeared from the end of his sight.

At this time, London.

A ripples gently caressed in the central square.

Kyle, who was burning with powerful double-star energy, rushed out of the void, landed on the grass with his feet, and his right hand was still in a fist shape. However, Malekes, who was the locking target, was unknown where he was randomly teleported.

"Is it coming again... Can you let someone finish this battle?"

Kyle was also a little helpless. The surface of London was fine. As long as it was ten meters above the sky, the space boundary wall had become blurred. As long as creatures passed by there, they would be randomly teleported to somewhere in the Nine Realms.

In the five-minute battle just now, Kyle and Malekes had switched back and forth at least ten places, which was to switch to the battle venue once every half minute.

"Come?"

Kyle suddenly moved his mind and looked up straight ahead. There was another ripples in the air, which made him clench his right fist in advance.

Sure enough, as the ripples were caressed, a tall and burly figure emerged from it.

"Huh?" Kyle was stunned. I remember that Malekes' figure was not that tall. Could this burly figure be...

The next moment.

The cursed warrior wearing white bone armor roared out of the air, raised his hands high and was about to trample and hammer down. But when the cursed warrior saw clearly the light-burning figure in front of him, his movements suddenly froze.

This is not right!

"No, you chose the right one - dead end."
Chapter completed!