I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 408 The Villain Accuses First

"...Sitwell? Jasper Sitwell? Wait, I don't quite understand what you mean... What monster are you talking about? What does this have to do with me? I'm currently..."

"Stop fucking playing dumb!"

Sitwell continued to shout as he turned into another street, narrowly escaping the Iron Monger's machine gun fire amidst a series of bullet-splitting sounds.

"That three-meter-tall, dark gold metal killing machine! It chased me all the way from Stark Industries to Manhattan! It just blew up one of my cars on the West Side Freeway! Now it's attacking police on Seventh Avenue and is moving towards Times Square!"

He deliberately confused the timeline, confusing the death of the "bait" with his current being hunted down, and even adding the charge of "assaulting a police officer"—although in reality, Iron Monger did not attack any police officers at all, and Sitwell was more deserving of the charge of "assaulting a police officer," but Sitwell took advantage of Tony's temporary ignorance of these facts and confidently distorted the truth on the phone.

"Wait, slow down. What metal machine? I've been dealing with the company's backlog lately; I haven't been developing anything—"

"Then explain why it came from Stark Industries!" Sitwell interrupted him, a perfectly timed spiel of hysteria in his voice. "I order you, in the name of the World Security Council, to shut down that monstrosity immediately! Otherwise, I guarantee you'll spend the rest of your life in prison! All your so-called 'clean energy' projects, your company, will be wiped out!"

More silence followed. This time, Sitwell could hear the change in breathing on the other end of the phone—from casual to rapid, then the sound of fast typing.

"I'm on my way, Sitwell. I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm coming right away." Tony's voice turned serious. "Give me the exact location."

"Near Times Square subway station! It had already chased me underground, and I had to escape to the surface to avoid harming innocent civilians!"

Sitwell added menacingly.

"Listen, Stark, if any civilians are injured or killed because of your 'experiments,' I guarantee you'll regret being born! My men have already notified the media; news helicopters from all over New York are on their way here!"

This is a lie, but it will soon become the truth.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. Until then, stay away from that thing as much as possible and protect the civilians." For the first time, there was genuine tension in Tony's voice.

"You'd better hurry!" Sitwell hung up the phone.

He immediately smashed his phone against the wall, watching it shatter into more than a dozen pieces. He couldn't leave a call log, at least not a complete record that could be used to analyze audio characteristics.

The wicked party files a complaint first; done.

Now Tony Stark would assume it's some AI or device he developed that's gone awry. He'd rush over to "fix" it, only to find Iron Monger "attacking" the police and "threatening" civilians when he arrives.

A perfect frame-up.

Sitwell continued running, the pain in his left arm now numb. He dashed across two blocks, the neon lights of Times Square clearly visible in the distance.

About 150 meters behind him, Iron King was standing up again.

Its right-foot thruster is indeed severely damaged. Sensors show that propulsion efficiency has decreased by 87%, rendering it unable to provide lift and allowing only limited attitude adjustments. It can now only move on the ground using its left-foot thruster and its own mechanical structure.

But its core program instructions remain clear: hunt down Sitwell Jasper, a Hydra undercover agent, and eliminate the threat.

It took a step and began to chase. Its steps were slightly uncoordinated due to the injury to its right foot, but its speed was still not slow—about 25 kilometers per hour, faster than a human running, but far below its original maneuverability.

The police have begun to intervene.

"Target is moving! Keep up! Maintain distance!" SWAT Commander Lawson ordered. He had just witnessed Sitwell using the police as shields and saw that terrifyingly precise strike. This "UN Security Council agent" was definitely not as simple as he appeared.

Two patrol cars followed slowly behind the Iron Monger, maintaining a distance of about forty meters. The police dared not get too close; Sitwell's actions had made them realize that they might be being used as pawns.

The Iron Monger ignored the police. Its sensors remained locked on the direction of Sitwell. But its current mode of movement made it easier to intercept—unable to fly over obstacles, it could only move along the street.

It crossed the street, and pedestrians scattered in fear. It passed a café, where people behind the floor-to-ceiling windows took photos with their phones. It stepped over a broken-down taxi, and the driver jumped out of the car in fright and fled.

It did not attack anyone throughout the entire process.