I'm really not a superman in Marvel

After driving the car for dozens of kilometers, Tony stopped on the road and began to read the information carefully.

After looking through this information over and over again, Tony suddenly found a very familiar name.

It is at the top of the file and represents the "AIM" of an organization.

Tony had seen this name not long ago, it was in the Killian information he checked after being reminded by Happy.

Not only that, Tony also remembered that the modification of the war machine was also handled by this think tank.

On that night 13 years ago, Tony casually rejected Killian's invitation to join, and left him hanging on the roof overnight, and went to spend the night with Hansen by himself.

Tony, who associated all this, finally understood: Killian, who had a grudge against him, had developed some kind of body modification technology and sold it to the terrorist leader Mandarin for revenge.

After figuring this out, Tony immediately called Rhodes, because adding some small back doors during the refitting process couldn't be easier.

In this way, the war machine is likely to fall into the hands of Killian and terrorists, and no one can predict this.

However, the call didn't go through, and Tony suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In desperation, Tony hurriedly drove around looking for a place where he could use the computer.

If there is indeed a problem with the aim, there is likely to be some information left in the database of the war machine that has been transformed by them.

Not long after, Tony was lucky enough to find a working computer in one place.

After many attempts, Tony hacked into Gears of War's database with ease.

In one of those folders, Tony found what he was looking for.

In this folder called "Ultimate Transformation", there are a large number of videos.

Tony learned from the video that AIM recruits disabled veterans for body transformation, and these soldiers will become super soldiers or human bombs under the control of AIM.

In these materials, Tony found some clues about the location of Mandarin.

Later, Tony contacted Harry Jr. to ask about the situation of the Iron Clothes and the address of this clue.

Knowing that the coordinates were somewhere in Miami, Tony hung up the phone and drove to a 24-hour supermarket.

After doing some shopping, he took these things and found a motel to stay in and fiddle with his equipment.

……

At dawn, Tony has made a practical lethal weapon with various household appliances and cleaning supplies bought in the supermarket.

The functions of these ugly equipment include guns, grenades, electric shock gloves, etc., which are very easy to use.

With these equipment, Tony drove a long distance, all the way to the residence of the Mandarin in Miami.

The location of the coordinates is a villa. Tony observed it outside for a long time, and then climbed in from the top of the wall.

Inside the gate of the villa, a group of bodyguards in black were patrolling with dogs and guns in hand.

Tony squatted in the corner, spied on the bodyguards' actions for a while, and planned his attack route.

Afterwards, Tony took two deep breaths and rushed out from the corner.

The first bodyguard who noticed the movement was about to turn his head when Tony's big hand wearing an electric shock glove pressed directly on his head.

After being shocked like this, the bodyguard groaned and fell down.

Tony supported the fallen bodyguard, placed him on the ground, and continued to touch the villa.

"Who?"

A bodyguard on patrol ran into Tony and immediately let out a low cry of alarm.

Seeing this, Tony no longer hid, lifted his hat, raised the nail gun in his hand, and directly brought down the bodyguard.

After a dash, Tony finally entered the villa.

Holding a stolen pistol in hand, Tony fumbled cautiously inside.

Soon, Tony came to the hall.

In the hall, a man was talking into the intercom.

One step, two steps...

Tony approached the man and directly pinned his head with the shock glove.

Skillfully putting the man down on the ground, Tony continued to grope into the bedroom of the villa.

He had already heard the sound from inside, so he moved very carefully.

Holding the gun low, Tony walked slowly, his eyes widened, and he was alert to any unexpected situations that he might find.

Fortunately, the sound in the bedroom seemed to be some kind of healthy bed exercise, and they completely failed to notice that an outsider had entered the bedroom.

Tony came to the bed very easily, and then violently lifted the quilt that was constantly shaking!

"do not move!"

Tony yelled, and the three people on the bed froze immediately.

"My lord?"

Seeing the skinny man lying on top of the woman with a signature beard, Tony was a little unsure.

"Turn around! Don't make extra moves."

"My God! My God!"

The Mandarin "exclaimed" in a funny tone, and turned around innocently with his hands raised, a soft caterpillar under his crotch.

"Put on this!"

Tony flung a towel in disgust so that he could hide his ugliness.

"You can take whatever you want, these guns are all fake, because those bastards won't give me real ones..."

The Mandarin babbled, wrapping himself around his lower body.

"what?"

Tony, who was overwhelmed by the Mandarin's nonsense, was stunned.

Why is this Mandarin different from what I imagined?
"Hey! Do you want to take these two babes? They're awesome..."

The man showed a flattering and lewd smile.

"To shut up!"

Tony yelled violently, turned his head to let the two women go out, then pulled the bolt and approached the Mandarin and asked loudly:

"You are not a Mandarin, where is the real Mandarin? Say it!"

"Wow wow wow!"

The Mandarin yelled strangely to avoid Tony's gun, and squatted on the ground to defend himself:
"He's here, but he's not here, it's complicated..."

"What does it mean?"

With his gun raised, Tony pressed forward step by step.

Seeing that the muzzle of the gun hit his forehead, the Mandarin became more honest and replied seriously:
"My name is Trevor, Trevor Slightly."

"what is your job?"

Tony frowned and looked at the clown-like figure in front of him. He really couldn't connect him with the mysterious and powerful Mandarin on TV.

"Are you a bait or a stand-in?"

"No, what substitute? I'm not a substitute..."

Trevor forced a few words, causing Tony to aim his gun at his head impatiently.

"Please don't hurt me! I'm just an actor!"

Trevor, who couldn't hold on, finally had a showdown. After all, he might die if he said it. If he didn't say it, he would die now. He can still figure it out.

Tony froze for a moment, then threatened with an unkind face:

"I'll give you a minute to make things clear."

"It's just a character, 'The Mandarin' isn't real!"

Trevor gestured with his hands, trying to make Tony understand what he was saying.

"Forehead……"

Trevor dragged his tone and began to recall with blurred eyes.

"I like to take a little bit of that and then do something bad..."

While talking, he also nodded his head, as if to confirm that his memory has not become unclear because of the knock.

"Yes, I did some bad things in the street."

"and then?"

Tony interrupted.

"Then they approached me and told me about the role, they knew I had an addiction..."

"So they're going to help you quit that?"

Trevor replied with a smirk on his face:
"They said they would give me more!"

Tony was speechless.

"They gave me a lot of things, such as this palace, and they even gave me a plastic surgery. Anyway, they just gave me things..."

As he spoke, Trevor lowered his voice, then closed his eyes, and let out a soft snore.

"Are you asleep?"

At this time, Tony couldn't control his fingers, and wanted to shoot this guy.

He can guarantee that the strangeness of this wonderful special actor can definitely be photographed among the people he knows!
"Hey! Wake up!"

Crazy Tony can only kick Trevor with his feet.

"No!"

Trevor shuddered and woke up directly, pretending to be nonchalant and continuing:
"And a beautiful speedboat, the main reason is that he needs someone to take responsibility for these 'accidental bombings'."

Hearing this, Tony's face darkened.

"Him? Is it Killian?"

Tony asked.

"Yes! Killian!"

Trevor's answer was exactly what Tony expected.

"He created you?"

"Yes, he made me."

"Threats are also concocted by them?"

"Yes! The think tank designed this good show, designed a perverted serial murderer, and portrayed an image of an extremely evil person..."

Tony gritted his teeth a little unacceptably, and sat aside.

By this time, he had almost fully understood the ins and outs of the whole thing.

There is no Mandarin at all, and all the terrorist attacks are made by this guy Killian.

Tony couldn't help but think about what the real purpose of this guy was, was it just to revenge Tony Stark for neglecting him 13 years ago by creating so many horrific incidents and creating a character like Mandarin?

This is absolutely impossible!

He definitely has a more far-reaching purpose!

As he was thinking, Tony suddenly noticed that Trevor, who was eloquent, stopped.

Tony looked up suspiciously, and saw Trevor facing him with two cans of beer, but his eyes drifted to the bedroom door.

Oops!

Just as Tony was about to turn around, his head felt dizzy and he lost consciousness.

……

When Tony woke up again, his hands were already tied to the iron railing, and there was a person she didn't expect sitting in front of him.

Sensing the movement behind, Hansen turned his chair and said with a smile:
"It feels like stepping back in time, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it's tied up this time, it's very cool."

Tony looked at Hansen, full of thoughts.

"So that day, you took his business card, right?"

"I took his money."

Hansen looked calm.

"After all this, Tony, I'm almost done."

With that said, Hansen walked up to Tony.

"The ultimate transformation is basically stable."

"Not stable at all!"

Tony yelled:
"People are blown up in the streets, blood is staining the walls, Maya! You're kidding yourself!"

"Then help me finish it!"

Taking out an old card from his body, Hansen looked sincere.

The card had lines of formulas written on one side and "You know who I am" written on the other.

"I wrote this?"

Tony asked hesitantly.

Hearing this, Hansen showed disbelief.

"Yes!"

"Have you been looking for an answer to this?"

"Do not you remember?"

Hansen was a little broken.

"I can not help you."

Tony refused:
"You used to be ethical, ambitious, and bent on helping others, but now, look at you..."

Hansen didn't speak, just stared at Tony dully.

"Let me go, the matter can be redeemed..."

Taking advantage of Hansen's trance, Tony persuaded him.

Before Hansen could react, a voice came from the entrance:
"You know what? My dad used to always tell me this: 'The early bird gets the worm, the second mouse gets the cheese'."

Killian came in with his bag like a victorious general.

"Are you angry about things in Switzerland?"

"How could I be mad at you, Tony!"

Killian put down his bag, then turned around and spread his hands with a serious face.

"I came here specifically to thank you, you gave me the best gift!"

He walked into Tony, his expression gradually changing.

"It's despair! What did you say back in Switzerland? Meet me on the roof? Right?"

Killian chuckled and continued:
"I waited for 10 minutes, I still thought you would come, and then an hour passed..."

He licked his lips, tilted his head and whispered:

"I thought about taking that step and going directly to the hall, you know what I mean?"

"I'm still wondering why the first mouse couldn't eat the cheese."

Tony wasn't interested in what he was saying that resembled a victory speech, and got off track.

Killian ignored him, and said while walking on his own:

"But when I looked down at the city and no one knew I was there, no one could see me, no one was even looking, an idea came to me and stayed with me all these years..."

Next, Killian talked about his mental journey over the years and the process of shaping Mandarin.

But seeing Tony's unmoved, he opened the suitcase he brought.

After throwing a few small instruments on the ground, there was an extra image in front of everyone.

Pepper, who was wearing a sports underwear, was filled with transformed red light, shouting something in pain.

"This was broadcast live, can you see it? Her body is deciding whether to accept the desperate transformation. If it fails, believe me, the explosion will be very spectacular."

Seeing Tony start to struggle wildly, Killian's expression turned pale.

"Enjoy it."

Killian sneered and left.

……

"Trust me, you'll fall in your own blood!"

Tony threatened the guards guarding him with an arrogant tone, as if he was the guard.

Several guards ignored him, because their boss still needed Tony to complete the Extremis technique, so they couldn't do anything to Tony.

"Countdown 543..."

Tony stretched out his hand, his face trembled, and he shouted:
"bring it on!"

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

Several guards looked at each other, a little speechless.

"Well, I'm actually giving you a chance, put down your weapons now, and tie yourself to a chair, you can still live..."

"To shut up!"

A guard couldn't bear Tony's verbal attack, and waved his gun as a warning.

But Tony counted down again with a serious expression:
"345..."

Counting and counting, Tony seems to have sensed the speed and said:
"54321!"

"you……"

"boom!"

Just as the impatient guard was about to show Tony some color, he was shot directly to the ground by a sharp arrow.

"Who?"

The other guards nervously looked in the direction of the arrow, but suddenly found a big man in uniform rushing towards the entrance.

This guy moved fast and was so powerful that he knocked down all the guards in just a few breaths.

"team leader?"

Tony looked at the visitor with some surprise and surprise.

"Tony..."

Captain America picked up the shield he threw just now, with a solemn expression on his face:
"The president was hijacked by them..."

……

In a quaint palace, a big man dressed in old aristocratic costumes sat on a large dragon chair, looking down at the people under his feet.

"...My lord, do we need to punish those who destroy your great reputation?"

"Do not……"

The voice of the big man seemed to come from the long hell, and it was far more eerie and terrifying than the "Mandarin".

"I will come and tell the world that their king has returned."

As he spoke, he stood up suddenly, and the ten rings on both hands shone with inexplicable light.