Howard Stark Death

The entire New York is currently under martial law. Police officers and soldiers can be seen patrolling the streets, with James's Photos displayed throughout the city.

James, wearing a hat, strolls casually through the streets, contemplating how to infiltrate Stark's laboratory.

His eyes scan the patrolling soldiers, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "It seems I'll have to make use of you."

Entering an alley, soldiers run past. James swiftly blocks the last soldier's mouth and drags him into the alley.

James Sarcastically remarks, "Thank you, soldier, now you have to die here but don't worry I will make your death painless after all, you've helped me."

Breaking the soldier's neck, James quickly undresses him, dons the uniform, and admires himself. "Cool, I look like an upright person now."

"Good luck. In the next life, you'll be a millionaire for sure." James bows to the soldier's dead body, a shameless act considering he just killed the person.

Is saying this even useful when the person is already dead?

As a soldier, James easily infiltrates Stark's laboratory, given the presence of many soldiers and researchers.

In the men's restroom, James and a lab-coated researcher stand side by side. Glancing at the researcher's private area, James jokes, "Seems like you have a big one there."

The researcher, embarrassed but somewhat proud, responds, "I know." After examining James's private area, he exclaims, "My goodness, Yours is huge!."

"That's how I was born. I heard big ones are impressive; want to give it a try?" James teases.

The researcher's expression changes. "What? Hell no, I am not gay, I rather die than be gay."

"Who said anything about that?" James grabs the researcher's neck, lifting him. "I want you to try and feel how death is"

The researcher shuffled his feet, fear in his eyes as he saw James' face under the hat. "You, you..." he can't convey his thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm a wanted man and not happy about it" James grins and twists the researcher's neck.

"Thanks for giving me your lab coat." James throws the body on the ground, swiftly takes off the researcher's lab coat, removes his military uniform, and puts on the lab coat.

Looking at himself in the restroom mirror, James remarks, "No matter what I wear, I still look handsome." With that, he exits the restroom.

Approaching a heavily guarded iron door, guarded by soldiers, James appears as a researcher. The soldiers open the door without verifying James's face.

Entering, James sees researchers earnestly working on various projects. No one pays attention to him.

Surveying the surroundings filled with developed weapons, James smiles. He notices an unpainted round shield made of Vibranium.

Howard Stark studies the shield, unperturbed by James passing by.

"Mr. Stark, this shield looks strong," James says with a smile.

Stark merely gazes at the shield. "Indeed, It's made of the strongest alloy on Earth and can render attacks futile, but unfortunately, the material is too scarce."

"It's fantastic. Can you give it to me, Mr. Stark?" James snatches the shield from Howard Stark's hands.

Howard Stark looks at Jamed in astonishment. "What are you doing?, Who are you?."

"My name is James Smith, Mr. Stark." James smiled, pointing his gun at Stark's head.

Boom!

Amidst the gunfire, bullets hit Stark's head.

Stark's body trembled violently, taking a few steps back in disbelief, gazing at James, then slowly falling to the ground.

The death of "Mr. Howard Stark" shocked everyone. All eyes were on Hogward lying on the ground, and the women in the vicinity had already started screaming.

"Attack, attack."

Whether soldiers or researchers, everyone here held guns and fired at James.

Bang! Bang!

James leisurely blocked the shield forward, and shell casings fell to the ground, causing no damage to the shield.

"Truly impressive." James smiled, suddenly throwing the shield, and hitting two soldiers.

The two soldiers screamed, hit by a shield, and it bounced back. James caught the rebounded shield, landing in front of a soldier.

The soldier quickly pulled the trigger of his pistol, but it was too late. James's shield struck the soldier, who screamed and flew away.

"Kill him, attack." Roars and screams filled the air.

Another group of soldiers rushed in, no need for further words. A gunshot rang out, bullets sweeping towards James.

James lifted the shield, stepped on the table, soared into the air, twisted his body, and fiercely threw the shield.

"Ah, ah," several screams, as the shield shattered a few soldier's bones.

The shield bounced in a certain direction, hitting the wall and penetrating halfway.

"Fire, kill him."

James directly grabbed two soldiers, blocking in front. The bodies of the two soldiers shook like a sieve, making nauseating sounds. The two soldiers turned into honeycombs under the gunfire.

James arrogantly threw the two soldiers out, loudly proclaiming, "I'm here, come and kill me."

"Kill him, kill him."

James sprinted again, running along the wall towards the shield. As he ran, bullet holes were left behind on the wall.

James grabbed his hand, took the shield, continued running, and hid behind a table.

Bang! Bang!

The other side of the table was hit by bullets, and a round object fell in front of James.

"I found something good." James smiled, catching the dropped round object.

"Everyone, time to take medicine." James stood up, throwing the round object.