Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Watching Peter easily subdue the female agents who had caused him considerable trouble using his Conqueror's Haki, Tony's expression turned somewhat pained.

Okay, I'm tired of saying "I'm envious"!

Tony and Natasha landed and came to Peter's side.

Natasha frowned almost the instant she landed:

"Why did they act as if they were prepared all along? Could it be... that Melina used me?"

Don't assume the worst of everyone.

Peter gently patted Natasha on the shoulder, then said:

"Perhaps it was just that bastard named Drekoff who planted some kind of listening device around your mother."

Natasha glanced at Peter, but ultimately didn't say anything like "that's just my fake mother."

"Why bother with all that!" Tony chimed in from the side.

"They all rushed out at once, which saved us some effort... Let's go in and see what other tricks that old bastard named Drekoff has up his sleeve."

After saying that, Tony was the first to rush into the underground base.

Seeing this, Peter and Natasha naturally had no choice but to follow him deeper and deeper underground.

Just as Tony said, because most of the troops rushed out all at once, the resistance in this underground facility was extremely weak.

Peter and his team broke through the first four layers of defense with little effort.

But when the three of them arrived at the fifth underground level, the situation instantly reversed.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sound of iron gates slamming shut came from behind them, indicating that the four passages they had previously broken through had all been sealed off!

Immediately afterwards, a dark mass of people poured out from behind the door.

All of them were women, all dressed in black battle suits.

These suits are very crudely designed and do not even provide 100% armor coverage.

However, one can tell just by looking at the nuclear reactors emitting a faint blue light on their chests and the two metal whips with crackling electric arcs wrapped around each of their arms.

These suits are all genuine, and they were clearly made by the same person.

Almost the instant the name flashed through Peter's mind, the army of whiplashes parted to the sides like a tidal wave.

A tall, burly man with a sinister face and long hair strode out, a strange smile on his face.

He was wearing a significantly more advanced steel suit, not only was he larger, but the whip in his hand was also noticeably thicker, dragging on the ground with a sickening scraping sound.

It was Ivan Vanko, whom Peter had previously investigated but only learned of with his death!

"This is such a pleasant surprise!"

Ivan Vanko, in a slightly manic manner, pointed at Tony:

"Before I could even set off for America to find you, you thief, you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep?"

"A thief?" Tony frowned slightly, clearly not understanding what was wrong with this guy.

Seeing his bewildered, tilted-head look, Ivan felt a surge of anger and began to shout wildly:

"Damn Starks, your whole family are hypocrites!"

"Your father stole my father's technology, sent him back to Siberia to die, and now you have the nerve to pretend you don't know anything about it?"

Do you think you can just sit back and enjoy your wealth by constantly stealing other people's research results?

Upon hearing the keywords "father" and "Siberia," Tony, who had previously watched Howard Stark's videotapes, instantly turned cold.

"Oh, it's you." His tone suddenly became casual, even somewhat mocking.

"Who do we have here? It's that good-for-nothing old dog's son who clung to my father's coattails, painstakingly developed the reactor, then tried to steal the technology to sell for money, and still refused to repent after being discovered."

When Ivan heard Tony dare to call him a son of a bitch, his face turned ashen.

His hands gripped the handle of the whip tightly, the whip crackling loudly in his hands due to his emotions.

"Kill them!"

Ivan, who was not good with words, couldn't think of any way to retort, so he could only take the initiative.

At his command, dozens of Red Room agents in armor simultaneously activated their whips, arcs of electricity weaving into a blinding net of light that surged toward Tony and his two companions.

Seeing the female agents rushing towards him aggressively, Tony reacted almost instinctively.

He raised his hands, and the energy beams in his palms knocked the female agents at the front to the ground.

Tony thought that was enough.

But to his utter surprise, the three female agents got back up in a fraction of a second after being knocked down.

Despite the fact that their mechs were partially paralyzed and that they had suffered severe burns from being grazed by energy beams, their expressions remained unchanged.

It's not about gritting your teeth and enduring the pain; it's about not feeling any pain at all!

"What the hell?" Tony was completely dumbfounded.

If it weren't for the fact that red blood was actually flowing from the female agents, he would have almost thought they were some kind of new type of android.

"This is what spies who come out of the Red Room are like."

Natasha's cold voice came from behind:

"The mission takes precedence over everything. As long as we can complete the mission, it doesn't matter if we die."

"I understand the logic, but this is completely beyond human instinct!"

Tony watched as a female agent's armor shattered, leaving her trapped beneath the heavy armor.

But she seemed completely oblivious to the pain, continuing to crawl forward with all her might, until... she didn't even realize that her legs, which were pinned under the mech, had been ripped off!

He watched as the female agent in the red room, who could only move her upper body, was still frantically waving her hands toward the woman he was grabbing.

Tony felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took a half-step back.

Because of that momentary carelessness and retreat, a whip lashed out fiercely from the side.

Then came the second, the third... countless whips lashing Tony's body.

Tony initially dismissed it.

He now has 100% confidence in Vibranium.

Even if he were to suffer a hundred consecutive hits like the plantation workers of over a hundred years ago, his armor would not be damaged in the slightest!

Vibranium Technology, kid!

However, before he could activate the kinetic energy release function, he saw a series of red warning pop-ups appear in front of him.

"Warning, abnormal energy loss detected, sir!"

"Weapon system temporarily disabled!"

It was only then that Tony suddenly realized what was happening.

These whips weren't meant to whip him! They were... meant to steal his energy!

"Damn it!" Tony's face paled. "Their whips are draining energy from my reactor!"

Seeing that Tony had finally realized what was happening, Ivan Vanko let out a sinister and triumphant laugh:

"Do you like it, Stark? This is a gift I designed especially for you."

"Let's see how long you can hold out, you thief!"