I Am In Marvel Chapter 488: London Battlefield

New York, Stark Industries headquarters, in the chairman's office.

Tony Stark, wearing casual clothes, was lying comfortably on the reception sofa. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but he opened his eyes a little and secretly looked towards the direction of the office chair, where he saw Pepper Potts in a white suit.

Poz was immersed in his work at his desk, signing documents ably, without raising his head, and said calmly: "Tony, don't look at me with your leering eyes. It's working time now, and this is still an 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 looking at you?"

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

Poz raised his head, rolled his eyes at him, and asked, "Why don't you take Peter to play recently?"

"He is going to high school, and I haven't been that free lately." Tony snorted softly, rolled his eyes, and his thoughts wandered to nowhere.

This Pozzi did not deny it. Ever since the battle with the Godfather a few days ago, Tony had been thinking about making something in his exclusive studio.

‘Didi didi...’

At this moment, Tony's cell phone rang suddenly, and Jarvis voice prompts: "Sir, it's Peter the Spider, calling."

"What is the child going to do?"

Having said that, Tony still asked Jarvis to connect the communication.

As soon as the phone was connected, Peter's urgent voice sounded, "Mr. Stark, are you watching TV?"

"TV? What TV?" Tony was stunned for a moment.

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

"You kid..."

Tony frowned slightly, but still gave the instruction to Jarvis, "Jarvis, turn on the TV in the office and switch to any news channel."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, the built-in LCD screen turned on on one side of the 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 in fluent English: "Our TV station just received emergency news. Just five minutes ago, the local museum in London's Museum Exhibition Square... People are involved in a catastrophic war situation. From it, superheroes such as the symbol of peace and Thor seem to appear."

"Godfather, and Thor?" Tony narrowed his eyes slightly. He was half lying on the sofa, but he had already sat up tensely, and took a few steps forward to get closer to the LCD screen.

"Now, a local reporter will conduct a video broadcast for us."

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

The scene changed, and a male reporter was standing on the side of the square, holding a microphone in fear. In the background were the ruins of the street with billowing smoke and fire, and pedestrians everywhere were screaming and running away.

The male reporter reported in a panic, "Friends from the audience. I am a reporter from London. I am standing next to the Central Square in London. You can clearly see that five minutes ago, the streets of London were peaceful and peaceful. The bustling scene, but five minutes later, it has become a miserable ruin."

"According to my visual inspection just now, the Symbol of Peace and the God of Thunder were fighting fiercely with an alien enemy respectively. It's just that their whereabouts were erratic. They were fighting here half a minute ago, and suddenly they all disappeared..."

Before the male reporter finished speaking, a small silver hammer flew past him at high speed.

Immediately afterwards, the Cursed Warrior and Thor emerged from about ten meters away at the same time, and they fell and rolled on the asphalt road, creating a pothole. The two were just fighting with fists and kicks, but like beasts from space, they easily affected and knocked away many cars parked on the road.

The camera finally freezes on a male reporter with a frightened face, trying to avoid a car caught in the strong wind. The scene then fades into a blurry screen, and the video camera quickly turns back to the female host.

The female host patted her high chest and said in shock: "The signal from the London reporter has been cut off from the TV station. I hope they are fine, and I also hope that London can be as safe as New York half a year ago. Get through this difficult time..."

"That's enough."

Tony pressed down with his left hand, Jarvis understood what he meant and turned off the TV screen.

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

"It's not clear yet. But even the godfather couldn't solve it in time, which shows that the enemy this time is very difficult."

When Tony said this, he lowered his head slightly and realized that he had not hung up the communication yet.

The phone rang with Peter's questioning voice, "Mr. Stark, do you need me to come over and help?"

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

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

Poz did not dissuade him, but nodded and said: "Be careful and be sure to pay attention to safety."

"Of course."

Tony agreed, and while walking towards the open floor-to-ceiling window of the office, he gave instructions to Jarvis, "Jarvis, send over the latest set of armor, urgently needed!"

"Yes, sir."

"What a troubled time!"

Tony walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and more than a dozen steel parts flew out of the window, and they were fitted to his body.

A few seconds later.

The engines on the palms and soles of the feet hummed and started, and an iron man painted in gold and red turned into a stream of light and flew towards the sky in the direction of London at supersonic speed.

"Tony..."

Boz came to the floor-to-ceiling window, put his hands on his chest, and watched the Iron Man's back until he completely disappeared from sight.

At this time, London.

On the central square, a ripple gently caressed.

Kyle, burning with powerful binary energy, rushed out of the void, his feet landed on the grass, and his right hand was still in the shape of a fist. But Malekith, who was the target, was randomly teleported to someone unknown.

"Here it comes again... Can someone please finish this battle properly? ~IndoMTL.com~ Kyle also felt a little helpless. The surface of London was fine. As long as it was ten meters up in the air, the space world The wall has become blurry, and as long as a creature passes there, it will be randomly transported to a place in the Nine Realms.

In the five minutes of fighting just now, Kyle and Malekith have switched back and forth at least ten places, which means they switch fighting places every half a minute.

"Coming?"

Kyle's mind suddenly moved. He raised his head and looked straight ahead. There was another ripple in the air, which made him clenched his right fist in advance.

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

"Huh?" Kyle was stunned, remembering that Malekith was not that tall. Could this burly figure be...

The next moment.

The cursed warrior wearing bone armor jumped out of the air with a low roar. It raised its hands above its head and was about to trample and hammer down. But when the Cursed Warrior saw clearly the flaming figure in front and below, its movements suddenly froze.

This is wrong!

"No, you chose the right way to die."

Kyle smiled brightly, and punched out his right fist quickly, blasting through the cursed warrior's bone armor with just one blow, setting off waves of light and air, and splashing blood and broken bones everywhere!