He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

“Anyone capable of carrying out this kind of mission is not some naive brat who would be preoccupied with the means of winning or losing,” Lei said calmly, looking at him. “You must be up to some trick.”

But it doesn't matter, I have some questions to ask.

If you can satisfy me, I will spare your life and turn you into one of my subordinates.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Total Annihilation (Please Subscribe)

Who the hell wants to work for you?

Tony cursed inwardly.

But glancing at Jarvis's analysis progress, he could only stall for time and reply, "Go ahead and answer me, maybe I'll be happy to!"

"You have such a sharp tongue!"

A cold glint flashed in Lei's eyes. He hooked his right index finger, tightening the innermost layer of spider silk, which slowly sank deeper into the armor.

"Surface armor damage level 1, 2, 3, 4"

Jarvis's battle damage report was like a countdown to his death, making Tony extremely anxious, but he couldn't find a solution.

In desperation, he shouted, "Then you'd better be careful. If you lose control of your strength and kill me, you won't know anything!"

"It's okay, you can ask other people!"

"Do you think other people are like me?" Tony seemed to see a glimmer of hope in the other's answer and replied, "I'm Iron Man. Those extras can't possibly know as much as I do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tony felt the spider silk covering his armor relax a little, and Jarvis's damage report stopped.

He was immediately overjoyed: There's hope!

The next second, the loosened spider silk tightened again, and with even greater force than before.

Lei looked at him indifferently and said, "Your tortoise shell is harder than you can imagine, so it's indeed possible that the situation you described could occur."

But I hate threats.

Especially when they are weak themselves, yet try to take a dominant position through an aggressive approach.

In fact, feeling tired is not just about disliking threats.

Rather, he got a general idea of ​​what kind of person Tony was from his tone and attitude.

If he threatens me here and I obediently let go, he won't answer; instead, he'll continue to use his clever tricks to fool me.

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Tony glanced at the analysis progress and quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake, "I was wrong, ask me anything, I will answer everything I know."

Upon hearing this, Lei released the spider silk and calmly asked, "What is your relationship with the escapees?"

"The escapee?"

"It's Tamayo."

"Her!"

Tony suddenly realized and asked, "Why is she an escapee? Were you two in cahoots before? Did she betray you?"

"click"

The spider silk tightened once more.

Upon hearing the battle damage report again, Tony immediately became quiet. "I have a terminal illness and went to her for treatment. After hearing that she was in trouble, I decided to help her out!"

""

His tired gaze grew even colder.

He stared at Tony's rice dumpling for a moment, sighed, and said indifferently, "Do you really think I'm a child just because I look like one?"

I was so stupid. I knew what kind of person you were from the very first time you opened your mouth, yet I kept asking you questions, still hoping.

So, you should just die!

As the words fell, Lei tightened the spiderweb once more.

"Wait, I'll talk, I'll talk, please give me another chance."

Tony shouted anxiously.

But this time, no matter what he said, Lei remained unmoved, and the spider silk wrapped around the armor tightened more and more, as if it would not stop until it killed him.

"Depend on!"

Tony swore and stopped talking nonsense, focusing all his attention on finding a solution.

Just then, the sound of oars turning came from the sky.

Five armed helicopters flew high in the sky, firing down ultraviolet searchlights.

But it didn't work.

Ghosts are afraid of sunlight, not ultraviolet rays.

This large ultraviolet searchlight is useless except for making the tired person feel glared at and raise their hand to shield their eyes.

Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't that naive; they were just using it on a trial basis and didn't really believe such an unreliable guess would work. Seeing that the ultraviolet searchlights weren't effective, they simply activated the mounted Gatling gun.

With a caliber of 30mm, six barrels, a belt of 3,600 rounds, and electric power, this advanced weapon developed by Stark Industries can easily tear apart armored vehicles.

With its arms outstretched, the spider silk shot out, instantly building a spider nest with a diameter of ten meters centered on itself.

The nest was built from blood-red spider silk, layer upon layer, covering the area completely without leaving a single gap, like a giant spider egg.

Bullets powerful enough to tear apart armored vehicles struck the targets, sending up brilliant sparks that were quite a sight to behold.

But in reality, it only removes a shallow layer, like peeling off skin.

Moreover, every time about a centimeter is cut off, spider silk immediately wraps around it to fill the gap, making it impossible to achieve any breakthrough.

"Use missiles!"

Coulson gave the order over the communicator.

We didn't use it before because we were worried about accidentally hurting Stark who was standing nearby.

But now that the enemy has built a defensive stronghold, there's no need to worry about that anymore.

Without hesitation, the drivers pressed the missile launch button, and missiles were launched one after another, igniting flames on the crimson nest and sending shockwaves whistling and spreading.

Everyone stared intently at the explosion, eager to know the outcome.

"shhhhhh"

Before the flames had subsided, a scarlet spider silk shot out and entangled a helicopter.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure flew out of the flames and jumped onto the helicopter.

Before the driver could react, a flash of cold light appeared in the night sky, and his head separated from his body.

Tired without pausing, he flicked his right hand, sending out spider silk that stuck to another helicopter. He leaped over, beheaded the pilot again, and then repeated the process.

Lei moved quickly, completing a five-jump, five-kill streak as soon as the first helicopter showed signs of losing control.

Five helicopters went out of control almost simultaneously and crashed to the ground.

Coulson stared in horror as he watched the boy rise from the flames of the explosion.

Are there really such big differences between ghosts?

He looked to the person beside him for help, "Ms. Tamayo, Mr. Yushiro, is there any way now?"

"The difference in strength is too great!"

Tamayo remained silent for a moment, then gently shook her head.

Of them, only Iron Man, who had been caught off guard and lost his life, could fight head-on; the others could only buy time at best.

""

Upon hearing this, Coulson fell silent.

He knew that with Tamayo and Yushiro's abilities, they actually had a chance to rescue Tony.

But he didn't say anything stupid like asking us to think of a solution.

When the power disparity reaches a certain level, rescuing someone using non-combat methods is extremely risky. Besides, they only have a cooperative relationship; they're not close enough to risk their lives for each other.

But he couldn't possibly abandon Tony and run away on his own.

After a long silence, Coulson said, "If I don't come back soon, you're on your own!"

After saying that, he picked up his pistol and went straight out the door.

Tamayo and Yushiro looked surprised, then fell into deep thought.

"Lord Jushi"

Seeing the woman's obvious hesitation, Yushiro advised, "Let's run away!"

Tamayo looked at Yushiro, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Mr. Coulson is a good person."

Chapter Eighty: A Man Like the Sun

"Crack!"

After being bombarded by missiles, Crimson Nest has been reduced to burning wreckage.

Lei strolled through the area and slowly approached Iron Man, who had broken free halfway thanks to the flames. With a flick of his right index finger, crimson spider silk shot out again, wrapping him up like a dumpling once more.

"Since you failed to escape while I was dealing with those toys, you're doomed!"

Exhausted, he tightened the restraints again, intending to strangle Iron Man to death.

"stop!"

Just then, a loud shout came from afar.

Upon hearing the sound, they looked over and saw a middle-aged man whose hairline was receding rapidly approaching.