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Tony had been wanting to deal with this bunch of politicians for a long time.
He skipped the President and the Secretary of State, the top two in command, and went straight for the third. Amid the furious shouts of bodyguards and officials, he grabbed the pig-like high-ranking official and pulled him into a Portal.
"Damn it! Openly attacking a high-ranking official, you're declaring war on The Government!" a junior official screamed, his face contorted in fear, his neat suit now a wrinkled mess.
"Yes, that's right! You can't just seize me! You need authorization from Congress..." The high-ranking official's pig-like face was covered in sweat, wrinkled and twisted like old leather, and shining with grease.
His fat body strained against his respectable-looking suit, making it bulge, and the meticulously drawn makeup on his eyebrows twitched along with his eyelids.
"What you say doesn't count. What Congress says doesn't count. Only what I say counts. I've been sick of the sight of you for a long time."
Tony sneered and stomped on the ground. A large crater instantly formed, and the shattered stones shot out like missiles with automatic tracking, piercing through the necks of the bodyguards who had opened fire with a series of soft thuds. Amidst screams of agony, the loyal bodyguards clutched their necks and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
In an instant, the ground was covered in fresh, distinct marks of blood from the jets that had spurted from their necks.
"Hm? A super-soldier, too? Using that fellow Sam Lane's Serum? Don't you know that I was the one who gave him that Serum?"
Tony's face was cold. He blew a light breath, and the super-bodyguard's head was blown clean off. The severed neck was smooth and even, meticulously trimmed by Allspark particles. Even without a head, it possessed a strange sense of beauty.
"Ahhh!!!"
A pretty young secretary was paralyzed with fear, collapsing to the ground and soiling herself. The stench was overwhelming.
But at this moment, everyone was fending for themselves. This usually popular young secretary was completely ignored as everyone else cowered in terror in the corners.
The high-ranking official screamed in even greater terror, but his cries were cut short as the Portal closed.
Tony appeared before the dense swarm of enemies that resembled a rioting beehive, his expression indifferent. He tossed the limp high-ranking official to the ground like a piece of trash.
This was a hidden corner. Tony didn't plan to make his move immediately. The war had only just begun.
"You should consider yourself lucky that it's the Chitauri and not some other enemy. On the cosmic food chain, the Chitauri are at the very bottom."
Tony looked at the high-ranking official, then ruthlessly threw him out from the corner of the building, making him suddenly appear dozens of meters in the air.
The fat man's piercing screams and shrill pleas for mercy, with tears and snot streaming down his face, quickly attracted the attention of the Chitauri. A small aircraft immediately changed course. Two Chitauri soldiers, in their excitement, opened fire at the same time, blasting the fat man into mincemeat.
This scene didn't attract anyone else's attention, because people were dying all over New York City. Not to mention the civilians being slaughtered at will, even the fighter jets and tanks that had rushed to the scene were utterly defenseless against the energy weapons.
Every energy gun could have its output adjusted at will. Whether it was a jet or a tank, they were just toys that would explode with a single shot.
Moreover, their aircraft possessed incredible maneuverability.
The crushing technological superiority left people feeling helpless.
With a cold expression, Tony watched the crowds running in panic and the valiant fight put up by Iron Man, Thor, and the others, his eyes filled with calm.
The Chitauri incident was a beginning—a beginning that couldn't be erased by administrative means. It was a major event that would thoroughly awaken Earthlings from their delusion of being the "darlings of the Universe," and the starting point for using external force to compel them to open their eyes to the world.
Tony would intervene to take the Mind Stone and Space Stone, but he wouldn't personally deal with those Chitauri soldiers or the Leviathans bursting into Earth's atmosphere.
Those would be left for others to handle. Earth truly needed an interstellar war filled with excitement and corpses.
In this battle, at least a million people in New York City would die, but the benefits were also obvious. Setting aside the change in mindset, the nations of Earth could shave off decades from their Technology Tree just by collecting the wreckage of the Chitauri weapons.
It was also from the Chitauri incident that energy weapons began to proliferate. A few highly intelligent individuals could develop even stronger energy weapons on their own after just a few years of secluded research.
At this moment, Tony's heart was cold.
He was a Guardian. His duty was to protect civilizations, to prevent fragile ones from being exterminated by powerful enemies. But the Chitauri were clearly far from powerful.
Tony had no obligation to be a nanny. Today, a weak Interdimensional Being comes, and he kills it. Tomorrow, a group of weak interdimensional beings come, and he kills them again...
Then what damn use would anyone else be?
If he also had to handle weak enemies, to prevent them from killing the people he was supposed to protect... by that logic, did his duty as a Guardian also include managing the birth, old age, sickness, and death of Humans?
If someone had a terminal illness, was he responsible for curing them? If someone was about to die of old age, should he extend their life, or even use the Time Stone to restore their youth?
That was a nanny's job, not his. Tony had been clear on this point for a long time. Intentionally letting some enemies through to Earth was what he was supposed to do.
A million deaths in the Battle of New York was nothing to the planet as a whole. Every year on Earth, more than a million people died from car accidents, diseases, and other causes.
On the contrary, this invasion was both a massive shock to Earth and a tremendous opportunity.
"This time, I can also let the Transformers take the stage of war and broadcast the voice of Cybertron across the entire Universe."
Tony used the Allspark to send a message, transmitting it into the Central Processors of all the Decepticons still in New York City.
Upon receiving the command, the Decepticons went from being fully prepared to taking immediate action without a shred of hesitation. Their crimson eyes flashed with fanaticism and eagerness.
"When it comes to things like slaughter and destruction, the Decepticons are more skilled. It seems I was right to send Optimus Prime and the others off to Mars."
The corners of Tony's mouth curled up. Even with his sharp eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little expectant. Although he wasn't participating in the battle, he was clearly interested in the Decepticons' performance.
In the sky, aside from the military fighter jets and the figure of Iron Man, a new group of strangely designed aircraft suddenly appeared. Some were shaped like fighter jets, others like helicopters, and some had rather bizarre forms.
Engraved on each of these flying chassis was a uniform shape resembling a human face, like a simple line drawing.
This human face was not the face of the Autobots or Decepticons from his previous life. After all, they all belonged to Cybertron now and wouldn't openly wage war against each other as they had before.
So, Tony simply redesigned a Human Face Emblem to symbolize Cybertron. Every Transformer possessing a Soul would bear this emblem.
(end of chapter)
He skipped the President and the Secretary of State, the top two in command, and went straight for the third. Amid the furious shouts of bodyguards and officials, he grabbed the pig-like high-ranking official and pulled him into a Portal.
"Damn it! Openly attacking a high-ranking official, you're declaring war on The Government!" a junior official screamed, his face contorted in fear, his neat suit now a wrinkled mess.
"Yes, that's right! You can't just seize me! You need authorization from Congress..." The high-ranking official's pig-like face was covered in sweat, wrinkled and twisted like old leather, and shining with grease.
His fat body strained against his respectable-looking suit, making it bulge, and the meticulously drawn makeup on his eyebrows twitched along with his eyelids.
"What you say doesn't count. What Congress says doesn't count. Only what I say counts. I've been sick of the sight of you for a long time."
Tony sneered and stomped on the ground. A large crater instantly formed, and the shattered stones shot out like missiles with automatic tracking, piercing through the necks of the bodyguards who had opened fire with a series of soft thuds. Amidst screams of agony, the loyal bodyguards clutched their necks and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
In an instant, the ground was covered in fresh, distinct marks of blood from the jets that had spurted from their necks.
"Hm? A super-soldier, too? Using that fellow Sam Lane's Serum? Don't you know that I was the one who gave him that Serum?"
Tony's face was cold. He blew a light breath, and the super-bodyguard's head was blown clean off. The severed neck was smooth and even, meticulously trimmed by Allspark particles. Even without a head, it possessed a strange sense of beauty.
"Ahhh!!!"
A pretty young secretary was paralyzed with fear, collapsing to the ground and soiling herself. The stench was overwhelming.
But at this moment, everyone was fending for themselves. This usually popular young secretary was completely ignored as everyone else cowered in terror in the corners.
The high-ranking official screamed in even greater terror, but his cries were cut short as the Portal closed.
Tony appeared before the dense swarm of enemies that resembled a rioting beehive, his expression indifferent. He tossed the limp high-ranking official to the ground like a piece of trash.
This was a hidden corner. Tony didn't plan to make his move immediately. The war had only just begun.
"You should consider yourself lucky that it's the Chitauri and not some other enemy. On the cosmic food chain, the Chitauri are at the very bottom."
Tony looked at the high-ranking official, then ruthlessly threw him out from the corner of the building, making him suddenly appear dozens of meters in the air.
The fat man's piercing screams and shrill pleas for mercy, with tears and snot streaming down his face, quickly attracted the attention of the Chitauri. A small aircraft immediately changed course. Two Chitauri soldiers, in their excitement, opened fire at the same time, blasting the fat man into mincemeat.
This scene didn't attract anyone else's attention, because people were dying all over New York City. Not to mention the civilians being slaughtered at will, even the fighter jets and tanks that had rushed to the scene were utterly defenseless against the energy weapons.
Every energy gun could have its output adjusted at will. Whether it was a jet or a tank, they were just toys that would explode with a single shot.
Moreover, their aircraft possessed incredible maneuverability.
The crushing technological superiority left people feeling helpless.
With a cold expression, Tony watched the crowds running in panic and the valiant fight put up by Iron Man, Thor, and the others, his eyes filled with calm.
The Chitauri incident was a beginning—a beginning that couldn't be erased by administrative means. It was a major event that would thoroughly awaken Earthlings from their delusion of being the "darlings of the Universe," and the starting point for using external force to compel them to open their eyes to the world.
Tony would intervene to take the Mind Stone and Space Stone, but he wouldn't personally deal with those Chitauri soldiers or the Leviathans bursting into Earth's atmosphere.
Those would be left for others to handle. Earth truly needed an interstellar war filled with excitement and corpses.
In this battle, at least a million people in New York City would die, but the benefits were also obvious. Setting aside the change in mindset, the nations of Earth could shave off decades from their Technology Tree just by collecting the wreckage of the Chitauri weapons.
It was also from the Chitauri incident that energy weapons began to proliferate. A few highly intelligent individuals could develop even stronger energy weapons on their own after just a few years of secluded research.
At this moment, Tony's heart was cold.
He was a Guardian. His duty was to protect civilizations, to prevent fragile ones from being exterminated by powerful enemies. But the Chitauri were clearly far from powerful.
Tony had no obligation to be a nanny. Today, a weak Interdimensional Being comes, and he kills it. Tomorrow, a group of weak interdimensional beings come, and he kills them again...
Then what damn use would anyone else be?
If he also had to handle weak enemies, to prevent them from killing the people he was supposed to protect... by that logic, did his duty as a Guardian also include managing the birth, old age, sickness, and death of Humans?
If someone had a terminal illness, was he responsible for curing them? If someone was about to die of old age, should he extend their life, or even use the Time Stone to restore their youth?
That was a nanny's job, not his. Tony had been clear on this point for a long time. Intentionally letting some enemies through to Earth was what he was supposed to do.
A million deaths in the Battle of New York was nothing to the planet as a whole. Every year on Earth, more than a million people died from car accidents, diseases, and other causes.
On the contrary, this invasion was both a massive shock to Earth and a tremendous opportunity.
"This time, I can also let the Transformers take the stage of war and broadcast the voice of Cybertron across the entire Universe."
Tony used the Allspark to send a message, transmitting it into the Central Processors of all the Decepticons still in New York City.
Upon receiving the command, the Decepticons went from being fully prepared to taking immediate action without a shred of hesitation. Their crimson eyes flashed with fanaticism and eagerness.
"When it comes to things like slaughter and destruction, the Decepticons are more skilled. It seems I was right to send Optimus Prime and the others off to Mars."
The corners of Tony's mouth curled up. Even with his sharp eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little expectant. Although he wasn't participating in the battle, he was clearly interested in the Decepticons' performance.
In the sky, aside from the military fighter jets and the figure of Iron Man, a new group of strangely designed aircraft suddenly appeared. Some were shaped like fighter jets, others like helicopters, and some had rather bizarre forms.
Engraved on each of these flying chassis was a uniform shape resembling a human face, like a simple line drawing.
This human face was not the face of the Autobots or Decepticons from his previous life. After all, they all belonged to Cybertron now and wouldn't openly wage war against each other as they had before.
So, Tony simply redesigned a Human Face Emblem to symbolize Cybertron. Every Transformer possessing a Soul would bear this emblem.
(end of chapter)
