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Are you just a filmmaker?

What's the matter with Batman?

What's the matter with Cyborg?

Is it possible that they all watched your movie and were inspired to role-play?

"You!" Tony heard his words, nearly speechless enough to vomit blood.

"What you?"

Anton rolled his eyes and replied unceremoniously, "Don't talk nonsense. Be careful I sue you for slander."

"Anton, you wait for me!"

Tony endured it, wishing he could don his portable armor and take Anton down.

As they spoke, the scene changed again.

You know, Cyborg's appearance was more eye-catching than Arrow's, causing a sensation. Even the people in the high-rise buildings outside the experimental platform had noticed the movement early, standing at their windows, looking into the distance.

They saw with their own eyes a silver figure falling from the sky.

The silver metal body had a streamlined beauty.

People near the Hudson River watched the cold-looking figure in mid-air and were inexplicably excited. They looked at each other, so shocked they couldn't speak.

Others farther away could only tell that someone was flying up, appearing to wear silver mechanical armor, but they didn't know who it was.

Nevertheless, these people knew something significant had happened, their curiosity piqued like a cat scratching.

"That is..."

And it just so happened that the figure was near a building on the Manhattan Bridge.

At a high-rise close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, a Black employee saw the silver figure and immediately thought of a superhero he'd seen not long ago, one who resonated with his own ethnic group.

"Cyborg!"

His face changed slightly as he grew excited. "It's real, it's real! Cyborg is real!"

He immediately pulled out his phone, took a few blurry pictures, and uploaded them to a Black community forum on his workstation.

Ding ding ding ding!

In just a few minutes, his computer was bombarded with notification sounds.

Though the photos were not great, the stunning image still caught the attention of countless people.

...

Coulson knew the situation had escalated and arrived at the scene with Natasha and Hawkeye in record time.

As soon as they stepped out of the car, they saw a figure falling from the sky like a meteor and then halting in mid-air, flush with the Manhattan Bridge.

Their expressions changed.

Natasha and Hawkeye were pure shock.

They stared blankly at the figure by the Manhattan Bridge, swallowing, thinking of Batman, then of Arrow, and finally of DC's many superhero characters.

No way?

"Cyborg... really appeared!"

Although Coulson was surprised, he wasn't shocked and quickly regained his composure.

As early as when Arrow had appeared, he had foreseen this moment and had already reported it to Nick Fury.

However, at that time, Nick Fury hadn't taken the information seriously.

Now, it seemed, after this incident had passed, Nick Fury would have to deal with the aftermath.

"Hawkeye, keep an eye on Obadiah, and evacuate the people in the experimental platform area on your way."

Coulson snapped back to attention and ordered the two outstanding agents around him: "Natasha, go to Anton and see if you can get anything out of him."

"Understood."

Natasha and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, nodded, and moved in separate directions.

...

Around the same time, police officers blared sirens and arrived quickly on the scene.

George arrived with the task force, followed by a special team member who emerged from a converted truck.

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles made their debut.

At first sight, they saw Anton standing nearby, subconsciously shrinking their neck.

Beside Anton, Tony opened his eyes and was dumbfounded when he saw these unusual creatures.

Having secluded himself in his seaside mansion for so long while focused on creating various kinds of armor, he hadn't kept up with the latest news. This was his first time seeing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

"Am I losing my mind?"

He muttered to himself. "It's a tortoise..."

"What?"

Michelangelo, slightly offended by the comment, walked over to Tony.

Happy quickly stepped in front of Tony, playing the role of a bodyguard.

"Turtle, I warn you..."

Before Happy could finish, Michelangelo brushed him aside with ease. Happy had no chance to resist and was shoved over.

Immediately after, Michelangelo shoved Tony with his tortoise shell and looked down at him condescendingly with a smug expression.

"Have you never seen a turtle walking on two legs?"

Tony's mouth twitched.

"You're right, I've never seen a tortoise walking on two legs..."

...

Meanwhile, as the professional arrived on the scene, near the test bench, a messy battlefield from the earlier fighting lay in disarray.

The tense atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone present. The air felt thick, as if filled with the smell of tension.

Otto, now transformed into Doctor Octopus, raised his head to observe the cyborg hanging above him. The expression on his face shifted slightly.

Although his mind was a bit off due to the influence of the intelligent robotic arms, it didn't mean his knowledge had diminished.

On the contrary, with the enhanced thinking speed from the robotic arms, his mind was sharper than ever.

The appearance of Cyborg didn't surprise him, but it did remind him of something.

Such advanced black technology couldn't just be created casually. Which cutting-edge technology lab did it come from?

"You?"

Otto didn't know Cyborg, and after a moment of thought, he couldn't recall an answer. So, he let it go.

He had been obsessed with his artificial solar experiment lately and hadn't paid much attention to new developments around him.

The only superhero he knew was Batman, whose name everyone around him seemed to chant daily.

However, judging by the reactions of the people around him, this new enemy seemed to be as well-known as Batman, not some unknown figure.

"You seem to be famous."

Otto spoke in a calm tone, adding lightly, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

Two robotic arms were pointed toward the top of his head, while the other two faced Arrow, showing an attitude of one against two.

"Victor Stone."

Cyborg's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears. His name made the crowd even more excited.

"However, I have another name."

The jets on Cyborg's feet slowly extinguished, and he landed from mid-air, coming to a stop near Otto.

He said, word by word: "You can call me... Cyborg!"

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