Chapter 14 Contract (Bonus)

Tony Stark, adorned in the golden-red Mark III suit, was struck by Obadiah's Iron Monger and forcefully propelled into the opposing wall.

Tony rose from the ground, his anger evident as he interrogated the approaching Iron Monger, "Obadiah, why?"

"Why? Because I want the Stark Group for myself, not you. You have no idea how much I paid for the Stark Group," Obadiah bellowed, brandishing a machine gun in his right hand and aiming it at Tony. In the next instant, accompanied by a barrage of gunfire, a multitude of bullets were densely fired at Iron Man.

Iron Man swiftly evaded the onslaught, deftly dodging as Obadiah controlled the machine gun to sweep across. Iron Man propelled towards the Iron Monger with light flames emanating from both feet, raising his right hand to unleash an arc pulse attack upon the Iron Monger.

The Iron Monger sidestepped to evade the assault, seizing Iron Man and slamming him into the ground, causing the entire surface to shatter with a resounding bang.

However, the battle was far from over. The Iron Monger lifted his left foot, attempting to crush Iron Man beneath it. Iron Man rolled away to avoid the Iron Overlord's colossal foot and retaliated by unleashing a pulse cannon from his chest, striking the Iron Overlord.

The Iron Monger was sent flying, crashing upside down and crushing a car.

Fueled by rage, the Iron Monger swiftly rose to his feet and grabbed a nearby moving car, hurtling it towards Iron Man. Acting quickly, Iron Man used both hands to prevent the car from causing harm, as it contained people inside.

Unfortunately, the terrified female driver unintentionally slammed on the accelerator. As soon as Iron Man released the car, he found himself pinned beneath its weight, crushed. [t/l-women=tea emoji]

Unyielding, the Iron Monger charged forward with a deafening boom. This time, Iron Man, equally furious, rose to his feet and fiercely confronted him.

Simultaneously, while Iron Monger battled Iron Man, more than a dozen black and white suits clashed with the army. A hail of bullets rained upon the black and white suits, including heavy-caliber vehicle-mounted machine guns and helicopter Gatling guns.

The Black and White suits soared into the sky to evade the bullets, then retaliated by firing tracking missiles, developed by Stark Group, at the gunship soaring above.

Despite the gunship's best efforts to evade, it was struck by a missile, spiraling violently before crashing into a building and exploding. Thick black smoke and flames billowed into the sky, accompanied by shattering glass.

Numerous people in the building perished tragically, while others became trapped on burning floors.

The pilots of the black and white suits chuckled as they launched missiles at the armored vehicles below, causing them to explode one after another. The soldiers and agents suffered heavy casualties.

"These damn guys," Coulson cursed, picking up a bazooka and firing it at the black and white suits.

BOOOM!

The shell exploded upon impact, causing one of the suits to plummet from the sky. Its chest armor was completely deformed, leaving it motionless on the ground.

"At least they are not invincible," Coulson sighed in relief. The materials used for the black and white suits, Mark III, and the Iron Monger varied greatly. In simple terms, the cost of the black and white suit was only twenty or thirty million US dollars, while the Mark suit cost hundred of millions, at the very least.

"Kill them!" Witnessing their comrades being defeated, the remaining black and white suits seethed with anger. They raised the machine guns in their left hands and fired indiscriminately, causing the agents and soldiers to flee into nearby buildings.

The suited men pursued them into the buildings, inadvertently causing harm to the residents inside. Cries of agony filled the air, with some establishments catching fire.

Although the soldiers and agents did not intend to harm the civilians, there was no denying that they were casualties of the conflict.

"Despite the situation not unfolding as I expected, it appears to be advantageous," Andrew raised an eyebrow, ready to commence his official duties. Simultaneously, he instructed the security personnel downstairs to secure the building's entrance. The Rebirth Building was not located too close to the Stark Building, so the conflict should not reach their vicinity.

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On the highway, a bus carrying numerous passengers was overturned by the Iron Monger, prompting panicked screams from those inside. Tony attempted to intervene and save the people, but he was thwarted by a powerful blow from the Iron Monger.

Realizing that the situation was spiraling out of control, Tony devised a plan to lure the Iron Monger into the sky. However, the Iron Monger deviated from the plan, instead unleashing a barrage of gunfire upon the bus. Tony was forced to descend and confront him.

Many passengers on the bus suffered injuries, screaming and desperately calling for help, yet no one came to their rescue.

Just when despair seemed to consume them all, they suddenly found themselves on a floating island. Surrounded by blue skies and white clouds, it was an entirely different reality.

Everyone was struck with astonishment, gazing around and noticing the presence of numerous other individuals—most of whom were in a sorry state, covered in blood or charred.

Only those overwhelmed by fear and despair were drawn into this fantasy realm. They numbered around seven hundred, consisting of office workers, injured individuals from the roads, critically wounded soldiers, and more.

In that moment, the sky illuminated with a dazzling light, causing everyone to instinctively raise their heads. They were met with a brilliant humanoid figure made of flames, prompting them to scream in unison as their eyes stung and tears flowed.

The message was clear.

[Don't look God in the eye.]

"You are here because you are on the brink of death," Andrew clapped his hands, restoring everyone's vision to normal. Speaking in a solemn and majestic voice, he continued, "If you wish to live, sign a contract with me, surrendering your soul after death."

Everyone stood in stunned silence, attempting to speak but finding their voices nonexistent. A contract materialized before them, accompanied by Andrew's words, "This is the contract's content. You have two minutes to decide whether to sign it."

"Whether you choose to sign or not, upon leaving here, you will lose all memory of this event."

Everyone remained frozen, gazing at the contract before them. Many hesitated, while some swiftly chose to sign, their rationale simple—faced with impending death, the opportunity to live again was too precious to pass up.

Influenced by various factors, some placed trust in the unexpected arrival of Andrew, some believed in the possibility of salvation, and others held devout religious beliefs.

"My soul belongs solely to God, and if I die, it is God who beckons me," chanted a middle-aged man silently. Andrew waved him away and declared, "If you wish to depart, you may do so at any time. Remember, there is only one chance."

Several individuals opted to leave, while the rest remained entangled in hesitation. As time ticked away, more and more people signed the contract. When the time expired, over three hundred individuals had pressed their handprints onto the contracts.

"The harvest is satisfactory. Next time, I should try recruiting some salespeople. The effect should be even better. For me, posing in the sky is sufficient," Andrew nodded with contentment. At that moment, a surge of new energy entered his body from the depths of Rebirth Hell, serving as a reward from the underworld.

"By signing a soul contract and declaring their allegiance, one's strength can be enhanced," Andrew contemplated, recognizing that it was Hell's duty to provide souls with a home.

With a wave of his hand, everyone was expelled from the illusion, and he commanded Howard and others, saying, "Begin the rescue operation."

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Extra chapter -25 Stone