Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

As Tony grumbled, eighteen missiles, trailing white plumes of flame, rose one after another from the silo, like a swarm of crazed white snakes, heading straight for the Quinjet.

"Can the fighter jet's interception system handle it?" Peter asked.

Tony glanced quickly at the radar screen and replied:

"At full speed, we can handle it with our higher speed and the anti-missile system on the aircraft, but it will be difficult if we need to continue landing."

Upon hearing this, Peter immediately made a decision:

“This fighter jet isn’t cheap to build. There’s no need to spend a whole jet on a red house. Let’s just make a quick landing. I’ll leave the fighter jet to my magic.”

As he spoke, Peter placed his hand on Natasha's body, and the black and gold suit instantly covered Black Widow's body like a liquid.

After Black Widow was dressed in her battle suit, Peter immediately gave the Wheel of Fortune the order.

The fighter jet's cabin door opened instantly, and the terrifying high-altitude airflow disrupted everything inside the cabin.

Under normal circumstances, passengers in the cabin would have a very high probability of being killed instantly if they were hit by this terrifying turbulence.

However, Natasha and Tony were completely unaffected by their suits and could easily fly out of the fighter jet against the strong airflow.

Compared to the two of them, Peter was even more of a show-off.

A layer of cyan, gentle shield had appeared in front of him without his noticing.

Despite the terrifying turbulence, he didn't even mess up his hair, and strolled leisurely to the cabin door, where he performed a leap of faith.

"Shit~" Tony couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he turned around and saw this scene.

"Will this kid die if he doesn't show off?"

The moment Peter jumped out of the cockpit, the Quinjet's engine let out a sharp roar and began to maneuver at high speed in a manner that completely violated conventional flight mechanics.

Its speed was so great that the tracking missiles behind it could not keep up.

In the underground base below, three unidentified flying objects were seen plummeting rapidly from the sky.

The machine guns and turrets on the surrounding watchtowers, which were completely unmanned, opened fire automatically, and a barrage of bullets mixed with rockets attacked Peter and his two companions in the air.

Tony let out an excited shout, and the flames from the thrusters beneath his feet instantly expanded several times over, causing his flight speed to increase dramatically.

The flamboyant gold and red armor dodged the missiles like a butterfly flitting among flowers, braving the hail of bullets, and sped across the snowfield at almost touching the ground.

Ding Ding Ding ~

The bullets hit the armor but didn't even scratch the surface metallic coating.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In contrast, Tony's entire body instantly deployed—his hands, shoulder armor, chest—all weapon bays opened fire simultaneously.

Countless miniature missiles exploded like a shower of flowers, each one hitting the machine gun turrets and missile silos on the ground with pinpoint accuracy.

A chain of explosions created orange-red mushroom clouds on the snowfield, turning the white earth scorched black.

In just over ten seconds, the entire outer perimeter of the base was completely cleared away.

"Damn~"

Tony hovered steadily in mid-air, mimicking Peter's earlier leap of faith with his arms outstretched, and boasted with a smug look on his face:

"I'm absolutely stunning!"

Unfortunately, his coolness only lasted three seconds.

The massive, half-meter-thick alloy gate at the front of the base slid open with a roar, and a group of female agents dressed in leather and wielding electromagnetic weapons rushed out.

The sniper bullet, accelerated by electromagnetic force, struck Tony, although the impact was completely absorbed by the vibranium.

However, electromagnetic interference caused the Mark suit, which did not activate its shielding function immediately, to malfunction instantly.

Tony: ...

We're both just making cups, so why do people jump out and nitpick as soon as I start making them?

Tony, who was a little annoyed, originally wanted to go on a killing spree, but he immediately changed his mind after seeing the good looks of the female agents below.

“Peter, to be honest, this situation is more complicated than I thought…you know, I never hit women!”

On the other side, Natasha looked down at the young girls below, whose expressions were as empty and cold as machines, and felt a pang of unease in her heart.

Black Widow, known for her ruthless and efficient tactics in combat, was unusually moved by compassion:

"Peter, is there any way to control all these people without harming them?"

"You know, they are actually a pitiful group of people, just like..."

Natasha meant to say something like Bucky Barnes, Captain America's best buddy.

But considering that the name might make Tony red-faced and cause him to do something irrational, he swallowed his words for the time being.

However, even if she didn't say everything, Peter, who had already been intimate with her, could understand what she meant:

"I understand what you mean, leave it to me."

As they spoke, Peter, who was only made of flesh and blood, was faster than Tony and Natasha, who were using thrusters. He landed on the ground almost in the blink of an eye.

Then, Peter's calm gaze swept over the group of female warriors below.

The next second, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted.

Conqueror's Haki!

Under the influence of this domineering aura, these female warriors were powerless to resist and fell to their knees one after another.

It was as if... they knelt down in perfect unison to welcome their emperor!

Chapter 219 Whip and Rope x Red House

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

"Don't think of everyone as the worst."

Peter gently patted Natasha on the shoulder, then said:

"Perhaps it was just that bastard named Drekoff who planted some 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 at this moment.

"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 delivered yourself right to my doorstep?"

"A thief?" Tony frowned slightly, clearly not understanding what this guy was going on about.

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?"

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 previewed 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 turns out to be that good-for-nothing old dog's son who clung to my father's leg and 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 retorts, 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.