Stepping on the blazing flames, slashing across the clear sky--no doubt, this is the moment of glory belonging to Iron Man.

"I have been in the news every day for the past six months, and before that, the frequency was once a week. What does this mean? It means that the citizens really support me." In the suit, Tony said to his artificial intelligence butler.

"Yes, sir, people have been paying attention to you for ten years." Jarvis is always so honest.

"Look below, look at the largest city in the United States. There are eight million people living on three hundred square miles of land. Every day I fly over them and insist on escorting them--I don't say that I want to emphasize that it is my credit, but I do protect their safety alone." Tony looked down at the downward city area, immersed in self-indulgence.

"That's right, sir. You are one of the watchmen of this city." A frank voice rang out.

"Oh, Jarvis, I'd be happier if you remove 'one'." The butler's words were too honest, and Tony couldn't help but shook his head to express his dissatisfaction.

"But that goes against the truth, sir. I can't lie to you." He was still sticking to his opinion, and the Stark's playboy could only raise an eyebrow.

"Sometimes you have to be ahead of your mind when doing things. You have to think so. Occasionally lying will help you get physical and mental health." He didn't plan to talk about this topic again. After a command, a small sonic boom sounded, and then Iron Man rushed to Flushing Bay at a faster speed.

The original Flushing region was established in 1645 under the jurisdiction of the Dutch West India Company. The name originated from a city called Flisingen in southwestern Netherlands. At that time, the city of Flisingen was the main port of the Dutch West India Company. Its name means "Salt Grassland". The Dutch believed that this was very suitable to describe the tide of the Flushing Bay at that time. Since then, the name has been passed down. Now the spelling of Flushingen is the English transliteration of Flisingen.

It is eleven o'clock in the morning. Winter has passed its peak momentum. The wet wind from the ocean drives away the cold air mass from the inland areas, and it feels so warm. The sun is so beautiful. The slight vibration of the ark reactor seems to be mixed with the breath of sea water in the slight vibration in his chest, and he becomes very happy unknowingly.

"Is there any new news in Worthing's laboratory? It seems that nothing unusual is that it is. I hope I won't let my trip go in vain." Through the area locked by the mask, Tony saw the convoy passing by the bridge and docking in the square in front of the building from afar.

"I'm sorry, sir." A faint apology seemed to be heard in Jarvis's voice. "The alarm signal has been revoked, and the revocation is authorized by senior executives of Watsonton Pharmaceuticals."

"Oh, it seems that I've really had a waste of time." The motivation weakened, and Tony stopped and stood in the air out of thin air. "I have to find something to do. How about going to Eric for a drink? He always has something good to do."

But this idea was also ruthlessly rejected.

“Mr. Eric left Manhattan not long ago, a fire broke out in the north of the Bronx, and the New York Fire Department issued a Level 3 fire alarm and asked the Mutant Office for help.”

"Well, then let's go to the beach and see how my renovation is going. In my experience, without me or Pepper staring, engineers would always make some stupid things until acceptance only to find out that this experience is as guaranteed as the Starks' people saving the world - damn, I'm starting to miss the former bald executive now. Only he can rescue Pepper and me from work at the same time." Tony complained, turning around and flying away, and suddenly saw a male angel with white wings jumping out of Watsonton's building.

A whistle blew from afar. Tony suddenly changed his mind.

Peter walked into the Clarion Daily newspaper listlessly. Recently, his selfies are always not sold at a good price. He can only make some money by delivering takeaways to a pizza restaurant. His life is tight and he has no place in his relationships. This kind of life is really sad.

"Eddie is so lucky, why did he seize the opportunity?" Looking at the empty chair in front, Spider-Man swallowed his tears silently.

But today, perhaps the God of Fate also tends to be a down-and-out boy. With the editor-in-chief shouting, Peter walked into the office of his long-lost boss Jameson.

"Look at this person, he is like a cat who has been chased by a dog all day long. He is covered in sweat and dust. Can he be competent for this difficult task? I am deeply suspicious!".

"He is the best guy we are now. Because the better one followed the mutant to put out the fire, we can only trust Mr. Parker now. Do you think so, Peter?" The editor-in-chief vowed to guarantee Spider-Man and pushed him opposite the boss.

Although I don’t know what they are talking about, Peter keenly felt that the opportunity came, so he naturally could not let it go easily.

"Yes, sir, I can!" He took a step forward, straightened his chest to assure Jameson.

"Okay, hurry me to Flushing Bay now, something happened to Watsonton's company there!"

With the boss' order, Spider-Man appears again in the world.

After hiding in the alley and changing his clothes, Mr. Parker was excited and shot spider silk at the tall building in the distance.

At this moment, except for Eric, who had just rushed to the northernmost end of the city to put out the fire, all the heroes received a request for help. The police sent a large number of police forces, and the military also made a secret dispatch. Their targets, including S.H.E.L.D., were pointed at the small island in the south.

Their mobilization was very timely because Tony was already in a tough battle at this moment.

"My God, what is this?" he exclaimed. "The silt at the bottom of the Flushing River evolved into a creature and ran to the surface of the earth? I should have donated money to the Queens Environmental Protection Agency last year."

In front of him was a strange creature. This creature had no original appearance as a giant rat. Perhaps it was attacked by the outside world. It was rapidly evolving into a black mucus monster, fighting against the enemies in the sky while trying its best to attack the miserable humans around.

These human beings were originally billionaires, scholars admired by the world, or members of high status, but now they have a common name, that is, victims.

The victims fled everywhere, screaming like women, using the convoy and buildings on the square to hide everywhere. Only a few people were lucky enough to find the right direction. They ran up the bridge and disappeared.

"Boom!" Another palm cannon attack, and the evolved monster was forcibly hit in the air that pounced on humans. After it rolled and fell to the ground, the charred skin quickly fell off, and then a layer of pink skin healed quickly.

Seeing that weakness, Tony immediately dived down, and at the same time activated the infrared weapon on his wrist, slashing towards the weak abdomen like a laser knife.

After a bloody light, the giant rat was cut into a huge hole in the waist, and all the internal organs, bones and blood were cut off. The pus and blood flowed out of the stomach with smelly bubbles, and almost only the flesh and blood were connected together.

"Good opportunity!" Although the attack was consumed a lot just now, Tony still did not relax. He had been fighting this monster for a while and knew how difficult it was.

"Look at my fatal blow," Tony shouted, and dived again, and the same knife was the same, slashing vertically towards the heavy-hit giant rat.

After a sharp scream, Iron Man finally felt like he was sure to win. Regardless of the unstable power caused by the peak of continuous output energy just now, Tony stood in mid-air, bombarded the monster with both hands, and white lights shot over, hitting the small area in an impeccable way.

Seeing Iron Man's cool performance, the person who was scared to death mustered his courage to poke his head out from afar. With the sound of being hit, people finally cheered, glad that they had escaped the disaster.

"Well, my skills can dominate the game between superheroes, but I'm not here for the trophy. I'm fighting for the safety of the citizens!" A whistle proudly, Tony took a demonstration and glanced at the guys who appeared. He recognized that some politicians following Senator Stan had wanted to deprive him of the most precious things.

"So I am right. I have successfully made the world peaceful with my own strength." As I was talking to myself, the smoke from the gunpowder disappeared and a huge monster was revealed.

At this moment, through the installations set around, Eric's will span most of the Bronx and Manhattan spaces and felt the changes on the island.

The situation there is still under his control so far, but Moglani's actions have touched his bottom line and must now quickly rush back to end.

Fortunately, the fire in the north has been curbed and he can quickly withdraw.

After rushing to say a few words to the fire chief, Eric shook his head at Eddie, not accepting him for the first time after the rescue.

Eddie had just heard about what happened in Flushing Bay, so there was nothing to be upset. He patiently took a few photos of the firefighters who participated in the operation and drove away quickly.

Eric flew very fast, with a magnetic field protecting him from feeling the resistance of the airflow that was coming. He traveled half of the Bronx from the northern edge in almost a few minutes.

Regardless of the guidance of the crowd below, the mutant leader dragged a long afterimage across the air. When he passed by Bronx Park, his body suddenly sank, and a strange force quietly rose and blocked his way.

Skipping in the air twenty feet above the ground, Eric looked coldly at the front, where a shadow in a red cloak was slowly emerging.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures surrounded from all directions. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!