Tony Stark, undoubtedly, the name has a peculiarity.

Iron Man, a charity-loving billionaire, a cynical playboy, and a top scientist and engineer, have been at the top of Vanity Fair's "The Man You Want to Have a Monkey For" readers' poll for fifteen weeks.

The Howard Hughes-like legend stepped out of the sports car, straightened his collar slightly, and smiled reservedly and haughtily at the long-awaited reporters.

Stark was an arms dealer, but he was also a philanthropist, with numerous charitable foundations, including but not limited to African humanitarian organizations and the dying wishes of children with leukemia.

At this time, he was going to attend a large-scale charity gala.

Mr. Stark was opened by a middle-aged gentleman, suited in leather shoes, oiled hair, a low-key watch, and other exterior features that would allow a courtesan in an open-back outfit to quickly assess his worth of tens of millions of dollars.

"Hey, Tony, it's been a long time...."

The middle-aged gentleman just wanted to say hello and give Stark a hug, so that the reporters next to him could take a photo of the two of them and appear on the pages of tomorrow's newspaper, in order to save the decline of the company's company.

Unfortunately, before he could finish this sentence, the gentleman bent down and spit it out.

"Gott~"

Pale mushy fluid poured out of his nostrils and mouth and splashed all over the ground, and Tony Stark subconsciously took a few steps back to avoid the "friend" who was vomiting and didn't know very well.

Reporters are like vultures sniffing carrion, and the sound of camera shutters is one after another, taking in the picture the unsung gentleman's plight and the look of disgust on Tony's face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the security personnel on the side hurriedly stepped forward and tried to pull the gentleman away.

"Roar!"

The gentleman stood up suddenly, and countless tentacles poured out of his throat, piercing the throats of the guards with lightning speed.

Half a second later, the crowd began to scream and run, those glamorous Shang** Ying fled in a hurry, and some reporters did not forget to use their cameras to take pictures of the scene in front of them while retreating.

The crowd was still at a loss when they saw the others screaming and running.

The herd mentality is so strong that a bunch of men and women in a dark corner at the very edge of the charity gala were separated by the crowd before they could zip up their pants.

However, the situation is even worse than they imagined.

The tentacle pierced by the neck staggered to their feet after twenty seconds, and they, along with the earliest gentlemen, raised their heads and hunted down the innocents who were running a little slower with the whiskers that protruded from their throats.

Tony Stark was lucky, his sports car doors were light and sturdy, and the whiskers of the long whip only left deep grooves in them, and it was still some time before they could be pierced.

That's enough.

Tony pressed his hand on the steering wheel of the sports car, and the voice of Stark Group computer AI Jarvis was heard on the car radio: "Fingerprint confirmed, armor dressing program activated." ”

The steering wheel suddenly dented downward, and the extremely precise parts continued to overflow, completely covering Tony's arms.

At the same time, the driver's seat also folds inward, and the robotic arms that extend from all corners of the seat piece together the various parts.

In a matter of seconds, Tony Stark has gone from being a weak playboy to an Iron Man who represents the aesthetics of modern industry.

Without waiting for the car to open the sunroof according to the established procedure, Iron Man kicked the door open, and the flamethrower at his feet, assisted by a vector control system that was ahead of the curve, perfectly helped the steel body fly into the air, allowing Iron Man to condescend and look down on the chaos below.

Each "tentacle" is capable of splitting thirty tentacles, which are flexible and tough, and can be injected with the "petals" at the top of the tentacles as long as they come into contact with other humans.

The infected person will vomit frantically at first, until 20 seconds have passed, at which point the corpse, which has lost brain activity, will stand up again, dragging its body in search of its next prey.

The identification information from the armored AI made Tony Stark's face quickly gloomy, and as a superhero, it was necessary for him to control the situation.

Iron Man flying in mid-air was undoubtedly very conspicuous, and as soon as the tentacles burst out, his initial velocity was almost touching the sound barrier.

But in the face of the terrifying amount of calculations, the so-called tentacles are too slow and slow, and the AI can even calculate the predetermined orbit of the tentacles based on the muscle texture of the whiskers.

Iron Man raised his palm, and the energy cannon that spewed from his palm easily slammed into all the tentacles, blasting them apart.

The tentacles below let out a shrill chirp, and the newborn tentacles used them towards Iron Man as they tried to entangle the rest of the general public.

"Don't even think about it."

Tony Stark unleashed his shoulder armor with a blank face, and the ten miniature missiles that emerged from the armor with the help of the AI locked onto all the tentacles in 0.2 seconds, and with the miniature warheads, they hit their eye sockets.

The faint light of the fire flickered, and the arms creations from the Stark Group were far from being something that flesh and blood could compete with, and most of the heads of the ten tentacles were smashed to the ground.

"Huh? And that's the end of it? ”

Tony Stark raised his eyebrows, still hovering in mid-air, the energy cannon in his hand firmly aimed at the corpses.

"Whoa..."

The sound of air leakage kept ringing, and in Iron Man's stunned eyes, the stomachs of those dead corpses continued to swell, bulging to the extreme.

Eventually, bam.

Like a balloon bursting, the belly of the corpse exploded, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, and a curling green mist rose and drifted in the wind.

The diluted green mist drifted away with the wind and scattered into the panicked crowd.

The skin of those people was first stained with a slight layer of green moss, and in the screams, the green moss continued to spread, breaking through the skin sacs, burrowing through the surface of the skin, and devouring the flesh.

Iron Man looked at the situation in front of him at a loss, although the steel suit could help him invincible, but it was far from being able to deal with small and slender microscopic creatures.

Half a minute later, the "people" staggered to their feet.

Their bodies were covered with a layer of green moss, and the shapes of their hands and feet and limbs were completely distorted, some of them became knife-shaped, some of them became long whips, some of them were full of misshapen fangs, and some of them were simply unspeakable gaudy sarcomas.

Iron Man's eyes cracked, and he muttered to himself, "God, what have I done?!" ”

"Just now, your act of killing the mutants will only allow them to fulfill their mission - to spread the plague."

A cold echo was heard in the distance, and Leon, dressed in a white lab coat, stepped out of the darkness and looked with interest at the mutants who rushed towards him.

"It's so interesting that this plague is not just a strain of bacteria as those CDC officials imagined.

More precisely, the plague was a carnival of bacteria, viruses, fungi, parasites, prions, nerve worms. ”

The mutant who rushed to the front had already stretched out its long hand knife, and in the next second, it was about to slash Leon's head into the sky.

Iron Man didn't have time to think about it, and the energy cannon in his hand sprayed out in a row, wanting to save the Chinese young man who suddenly appeared before the mutant finished killing.

Leon looked indifferent, picked up Tony Stark's streamlined sports car parked on the side of the road with one hand, lifted it into the air, and stood sideways on the ground.

He kicked out, and as the white coat flew into the air, the sports car flew sideways.

Rumble!

A furrow was plowed out of the concrete floor, and any mutant that stood in front of it was engulfed by the tremendous force, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and smashed into the roadside flower bed along with the vehicle.

Rubble splattered, flesh blurred, and the mutant, compressed into a cake, twitched twice unconsciously, spewing out a cloud of green mist weakly.

"Is that your sports car?"

Li Ang looked at Iron Man who was stunned in the air and said with a smile: "It feels good." ”