Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Pepper Potts walked up to Tony Stark, who was staring at the equation thoughtfully, and said, "My chairman, what are you thinking about?"

"I have an idea." Tony Stark glanced at Pepper Potts.

"Hmm?" Pepper Potts raised her eyebrows.

"That is to install my intelligent system on the formula car. I have even thought of a name for it, it's called the Super Intelligent Formula." Tony Stark nodded, looking proud, waiting for Pepper Potts' praise.

"Wow, you are amazing. If you enter the racing or automobile industry, our company's stock will surely appreciate rapidly. I have even thought of a name for it: Tesla." Pepper Potts said sarcastically and unhappily.

"Hahaha, you're worthy of being my secretary, you're so smart." Tony Stark smiled mischievously and put his arm around Pepper Potts' waist.

"Hmph." Pepper Potts broke free from Tony Stark's dirty hands and walked away with a pout.

"Hey, don't you want to say something?" Tony Stark called out to Pepper Potts, looking at Pepper Potts who turned around and looked at him with speechless eyes.

"Be careful when driving, you are not a professional driver." Pepper Potts said, and left quickly without waiting for Tony Stark to react.

Pepper Potts's concern made Tony Stark feel good.

"Really? I came here to discuss business, but I ended up driving." Pepper Potts ran away quickly. She couldn't let her business partner wait too long.

Tony Stark sat in the red Formula One car seat, his eyes fixed firmly on the track ahead. The roar of the engine filled his ears, he could feel the speed spreading, and an obsessive sense of excitement arose spontaneously.

The Monaco street circuit is winding and steep, challenging the driver's skills and reaction. Tony skillfully manipulates the steering wheel, flexibly shuttling between curves and straight lines, and every turn is full of extreme challenges.

"Cool!"

Tony Stark couldn't help but shout in his heart.

But suddenly, Tony felt a sharp pain coming from his chest. He frowned and tried to resist the pain, but the toxin spread mercilessly. He knew that there was something wrong with his reactor, which was the power of his heart and the key to his being Iron Man.

Tony's vision became blurry, and he felt his body gradually losing control. The Formula One car began to lose balance, and he tried to keep the vehicle stable, but as the toxin spread, his body could no longer support it. He gritted his teeth and began to steady the steering wheel, then began to slow down.

Just when Tony felt despair, a lightning-fast figure appeared, and the electric lock opened with a swish and crackling sound.

The vehicle was knocked down and flew backwards.

Tony was thrown out of the car, his body rolling on the ground in pain, blood and dust mixed together.

"Oh! Tony." Pepper Potts, who saw this scene in the VIP room, was anxious and shouted immediately: "Happy, go and give Tony the battle suit!"

"quick!"

"I saw it!" Happy Hogan rushed over quickly.

Pepper Potts immediately called the police.

Tony Stark was struggling to dodge Ivan Vanko's attack. His body had been corroded by toxins and his strength was weakened, but he was still able to hold on with gritted teeth.

Ivan Vanko's exoskeleton armor made him extremely powerful, and he held an electric chain in his hand and attacked Tony mercilessly. The electric chain whizzed through the air, bringing terrible destructive power, and every time it hit, the air was filled with the "burning smell" of electric arcs.

"I finally found you, Tony Stark, the sole survivor of a clan of thieves. Soon, you will join them as well."

"die."

He stared at Tony Stark's miserable appearance, his mouth corners raised, his eyes flashing with excitement. Every time he swung the electric chain in his hand, he could feel that his revenge on the Stark family was getting closer and closer.

But Tony Stark was not defeated by Ivan's attack. Although he was seriously injured, he relied on his strong willpower and desire to survive to continuously avoid the fierce attacks of the electric chains.

"you."

"You, who are you?" Tony Stark gasped and looked at Ivan Vanko who had an evil smile on his face.

"Tony Stark, you don't need to know who I am. If you really want to know." Ivan Vanko raised his knife and slashed. "That is, the god of death." He waved the electric chain and locked his eyes fiercely on Tony Stark. He swung the electric chain fiercely, and the chain with destructive power whistled towards him.

But Tony Stark managed to dodge his attack with his amazing agility and reaction.

Tony's body was in a mess as he stuck to the Formula One car. He held his breath. As Tony dodged, the electric chain left a lightning arc in the air. Tony used his agility to quickly jump over the hood of the Formula One car and flipped over from one side. The electric chain hit the hood of the car hard, making a loud crash.

Tony Stark kept his balance when he landed. The wounds on his body caused him severe pain, but he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and focused on the confrontation with Ivan.

"I can't hold on any longer." Tony Stark looked at Ivan Vanko, who was walking slowly with an electric chain in his hand.

"I was originally planning to use a whip, but someone told me that chains would be more useful. Now I realize that this is indeed the case." Looking at Tony Stark who seemed to be exhausted, Ivan Vanko no longer suppressed his inner joy, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"Die!" Ivan Vanko walked forward and raised the electric chain and smashed it down.

boom!

Ivan Vanko was instantly blasted away by the special portable palm cannon in Tony Stark's palm.

"Tony!" Happy Hogan arrived breathlessly.

"You came just in time." Tony Stark, panting heavily, said nothing more and took the portable suitcase of Iron Armor handed to him by Happy Hogan.

"Transformers: Start!" Nathan Hawke, who was watching this scene in the VIP room, recalled the words that came to his mind when he was young and watching Tony Stark's transformation in front of the computer desk.

Tony Stark quickly put on the Iron Man suit, which was perfectly integrated with his body, giving him great strength and protection. He felt the power of the suit flowing through his body, and was determined to completely destroy Ivan Vanko's exoskeleton suit.

"I don't know who you are, but this clown farce is about to end."

The steel armor exudes a metallic luster, and each piece of armor shines with cold light. Tony's eyes become firm, and he stands on the Formula One car like an unshakable fortress.

"This!" Ivan Vanko looked at Tony's transformation, anger and fear intertwined in his eyes. He realized that his advantage had disappeared, and facing Iron Man, his exoskeleton suit became fragile and vulnerable.

"Time, time." Ivan Vanko murmured subconsciously.

Tony swung the steel glove in his hand, carrying huge power, and attacked Ivan. His fist hit the exoskeleton armor hard, making a deafening roar.

Ivan was repelled by Tony's attack, and his exoskeleton began to flash with sparks. Ivan Vanko, with blood on the corner of his mouth, showed a hint of resentment. Tony did not give Ivan a chance to breathe, and quickly launched a series of attacks. Every impact of his fist made the exoskeleton armor more fragile.

Ivan Vanko fought back desperately, but the gap in their equipment became apparent at this moment. Tony took the opportunity to activate the rocket thrusters, accelerated instantly, got behind Ivan at a rapid speed, and then punched the back of his exoskeleton.

Then he pulled it and with a ripping sound, threw Ivan Vanko aside.

Ivan Vanko rolled on the ground and climbed up with difficulty. He roared angrily, "Damn it, damn Stark family."

The police from the Monaco Police Department finally arrived at the scene. They rushed out and subdued Ivan Vanko. Ivan's eyes were filled with anger. He stared at Tony Stark with the corners of his mouth raised, laughing wantonly.

\"Stark, do you think you won? Do you think you can get away with it forever?\" Ivan's voice was filled with endless anger and hatred.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Ivan's anger burned more and more, and he struggled, trying to break free from the police's restraints. He stared at Tony with gritted teeth, and there was a crazy light in his eyes.

\"You will pay for what you have done, Stark! You and your entire family will fall into the abyss of destruction!\" Ivan's voice was full of hatred and threats.

\"This isn't the end!\"

Ivan Vanko was taken away.

Iron Man fell on the track and his death was unknown.

"Die, die, die, die, die, die..." Nathan Hawke looked at the excited Justin Hammer in silence. Justin Hammer was looking at the Iron Man lying on the track and muttering frantically.

Nathan Hawke saw Happy Hogan, saw Pepper Potts, saw the police, saw the paramedics, saw the demolition workers…

"Boss, Operation Hedgehog has begun." A security guard who was actually a member of the Umbrella Group's internal special forces said in Nathan Hawke's ear.

"Got it." Nathan Hawke nodded and said nothing more. The commander-in-chief of this operation was Wesker, so Nathan Hawke was relieved to leave it to him.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The red alarms sounded continuously, and the footsteps of people coming and going were dense.

The Umbrella Company's special forces are engaged in a fierce battle with Hydra. Hydra's soldiers occupy advantageous terrain and counterattack cunningly, making it difficult for the special forces to gain a clear advantage.

The special forces launched a precise attack, working closely together to suppress the Hydra soldiers with cover and firepower. Sephiroth directed the team members with calm and sharp tactics, moving between the enemies, looking for flaws and weaknesses.

The Hydra soldiers fought back hard, forming a tight defense line to try to resist the attack of the special forces. The sound of fierce gun battles echoed in the base, explosions continued to sound, and the battlefield instantly became a mess.

The special forces team members worked closely together, exchanged shooting and covering tacitly, and protected each other. Sephiroth showed excellent command skills, and his shooting was accurate, and every shot could hit the enemy's vital points.

However, the enemy's stubborn resistance brought the battle to a stalemate.

"Sir, the enemy has too great an advantage in numbers." The adjutant looked at Sephiroth standing aside.

Sephiroth thought calmly and knew that he needed a more domineering entrance to change the situation.