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Chapter 413 "Saving the World" - Hammer Industries

Those are rockets specifically designed for anti-material warfare. Theoretically, the kinetic energy generated by the explosion is enough to penetrate the protective armor of a main battle tank!

Even if this metal monster is incredibly advanced, if it takes six shots at close range, it will definitely...!

Just as Sitwell was lost in thought, his smile suddenly froze on his face.

Because, from his perspective, the Iron Monger was slowly moving, emerging from the dust like an indestructible war god.

At this moment, the dark gold armor was covered with charred marks, and there was a noticeable dent and crack on the left shoulder armor, but the overall structure was intact.

It was as if, having withstood so many missiles, it was nothing more than being bitten by a mosquito.

"This is impossible..."

Sitwell muttered to himself, his mind blank.

But the next second, he suddenly understood.

Hammer Industries!

Damn Justin Hammer!

It turns out that ever since Tony Stark closed the weapons division, the military's procurement orders have been forced to flow to other arms dealers, with Hammer Industries accounting for the majority of them.

As a result, the quality of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s equipment suffered a severe decline. Hydra, which parasitizes and infiltrates S.H.I.E.L.D., naturally couldn't escape this impact on its weapons.

Hammer Industries' products have always been known for "cutting corners" and "falsely labeling performance."

This resulted in those rockets appearing to be incredibly powerful, but their actual explosive charge and armor-piercing capability were less than 70% of their nominal values.

Even more ridiculous is that, in order to reduce costs, Hammer even used a cheap fuse, which had problems with trigger sensitivity. That rocket just now likely exploded prematurely before it even made contact with the Iron Monger armor, with most of its energy being released into the air.

Sitwell almost laughed in anger. Their Hydra, the secret organization that aspired to rule the world, had been ruined by a third-rate arms dealer's shoddy workmanship!

But what he didn't know was that the attack wasn't completely ineffective.

Inside the Iron Monument, damage alarms are flashing frantically.

[Warning: Chest armor integrity reduced by 31%]

[WARNING: Leak in the hydraulic system of the left shoulder joint]

[WARNING: External communication array damaged, unable to establish remote connection]

[WARNING: The energy output of the arc reactor is unstable, with fluctuations ranging from ±17%]

The last one is the most fatal.

The Iron Monger's core energy source—the small arc reactor that Tony Stark improved upon Arc Reactor technology—suffered a slight displacement of its internal wiring due to the impact of the explosion. While the reactor itself remained intact, the output pipelines were now compromised.

Sensor estimates suggest that if high-intensity combat continues, there is an 8.3% chance that the reactor will overload within 4-7 minutes; if high-speed maneuvers such as flight are performed, this probability will rise to 22.1%.

The consequence of reactor overload is an explosion equivalent to 500 kilograms of TNT.

Iron Monarch's processor completed all calculations in 0.2 seconds.

The top priority: Eliminate Sitwell Jasper, a Hydra agent.

However, the mission environment is Times Square, with a population density of 1.2 people per square meter, and the people are in a state of panic.

Additional risk: Instability in its own energy system may cause large-scale collateral damage.

Conclusion: The risks of continuing the mission outweigh the value of the mission objectives.

The Iron Monger made a decision.

It glanced one last time in the direction where Sitwell was hiding—the sensors could still lock onto that target—then turned and strode toward the side where the crowd was least.

But it chose a "shortcut".

In order to leave the densely populated area as quickly as possible, the Iron Monger did not take a detour, but crashed directly into the back wall of a building.

Boom! ...

The brick and stone structure was as fragile as paper before it. The three-meter-tall body smashed through the wall, entered the building, and then crashed out from the other side to continue its advance.

It crashed into a second building—an empty shop.

The third building is under renovation; there are no workers inside.

The fourth building—

"It's destroying buildings!"

"It's out of control! It's completely out of control!"

"Report this immediately! That robot is demolishing the building!"

The screams from the crowd grew even more piercing. Countless cell phone cameras captured the scene: the dark golden metal giant, like a wild beast out of control, brutally smashed through building after building, sending bricks and rubble flying everywhere.

No one knew that it was choosing the safest evacuation route—specifically targeting buildings where sensors indicated no one was there.

No one knew that the reactor inside it was emitting an unstable hum.

They only saw destruction. They only saw violence. They only saw an "out-of-control killing machine" rampaging through Times Square.

All of this was witnessed by the two figures who had just arrived.

The first one was Peter Parker, who had come from the nearby streets, swinging on his webs. He was crouching on the roof of a building, his eyes wide open behind his mask.

"Oh no... Mr. Stark is telling the truth..."

The second one was the gold and red Mark III armor, rapidly descending from the sky. Beneath the visor, Tony Stark's face was ashen.

He received Sitwell's accusation and was still wondering on his way there—could it be Obadiah secretly testing the armor? Or could it be a system malfunction?

But now he saw it with his own eyes: the Iron Monger was smashing up buildings and rampaging through crowds.

Moreover, his armor sensors detected radiation signatures from the unstable arc reactor inside the Iron Monger—Stark Industries technology, without a doubt.

"Jarvis, try to access the Iron Monger's control system," Tony commanded in a deep voice.

"Attempting... Unable to establish a connection, sir. The Iron Monger's external communication module appears to be damaged."

Tony clenched his fist.

On the ground, Sitwell emerged from his hiding place.

He straightened his tattered suit, wiped the dirt off his face, and walked towards where Tony had landed. His face now wore an expression of relief, anger, and grief.

"Stark!" he roared, his voice still clear amidst the ruins and sirens. "Look at your 'masterpiece'! Look at the destruction you've caused! How many people are injured! My men... all my men..."

He choked up at just the right moment.

Tony landed on the ground, his visor opening. He looked at Sitwell, at the surrounding chaos, and at the still-smoking buildings in the distance.

Then he saw the Iron Monger—that dark golden giant, which had just crashed through the fifth building and was moving towards the Hudson River. Something was definitely wrong with its movements; its gait was unsteady, and its right leg was clearly dragging.

"I'll handle it," Tony said coldly, "but first, I need to know what happened. Let's start from the beginning, Sitwell."

Sitwell took a deep breath and began to weave the lie he had carefully prepared for so long.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the Iron Monger had already rushed out of Times Square and into the relatively less crowded warehouse district. Its sensors indicated that Sitwell had not followed, but remained where he was.

In its processor, the core instructions and the personality module are conflicting.

Command: Eliminate the threat in Sitwell.

Personality: Prioritize protecting civilians.

Current situation: They themselves have become unstable time bombs, and remaining in the crowd would cause even greater casualties.

Ultimately, the personality module prevailed over the core instructions.

It chose to continue its evacuation, moving away from the crowds and towards open areas.

But it didn't know that this choice would solidify its reputation as "out of control" in Tony Stark's eyes.

Little did anyone know that Sitwell's lie would soon turn this misunderstanding into a deadly conflict.