Tony Stark was directly furious at a constant temperature.
Damn it!
The dignified Iron Man almost had a live broadcast viewed by others. Can this not make him lose his composure?
"Hey, Tony, there's no need to be so excited. I'm not interested in your live broadcast at all; otherwise, I wouldn't have interrupted you at the crucial moment."
Nick Fury watched the room's walls rapidly crack open, with various weapons emerging from inside.
Mini missiles, mini Gatling guns, rocket launchers, RPGs…
A dozen different kinds of weapons directly pointed at his head, giving Nick Fury quite a headache.
But he was never someone who put his life in others' hands.
So, he pressed a small button.
Immediately, a noise filled the entire room.
The next moment, all the weapons emerging from the walls lost their aim, and the barrels pointed to the ground.
