Chapter 167. Gifts (Part1)

"What are you doing?"

Kingpin turned to look at Ivan Vanko and asked with a cold expression on his face.

"Nothing, I just added a bit of my own touch."

In response to Kingpin's pressuring questions, Ivan Vanko grinned back without a care in the world.

"It seems you've forgotten who you're working for, Ivan. Without my protection, did you think you would have been able to get out of prison without having to live on the run?"

As early as the first day Ivan appeared, Kingpin had already found his identity through his sources.

"Looks like, instead of being grateful, you did something to my cyborg army in secret." As he spoke, Kingpin pointed his cane at Ivan. With a cold voice, he added, "I'll give you one last chance. Put away your little thoughts, and I might forgive your rudeness, or ..."

"Or what?"

"Kill me with your little toy?"

Hearing Kingpin's threat, Ivan didn't back down. He came forward and pressed his chest against the cane, and raised his hand to grip the cane with a bit of force. In the next moment, a strong electric current erupted from his hand, instantly destroying the internal firing mechanism of the cane in Kingpin's hand.

Looking down at the smoking cane, Ivan sneered disdainfully, "Looks like your cane isn't as useful as you thought."

Releasing the cane from his hand, Kingpin silently glanced down at the palm of his hand, which had been burned by the electric shock, and frowned.

Ivan looked at the silent Kingpin and turned back to the cyborg army in front of them. Everything he did was for one goal -- Tony Stark.

Thinking of the name, Ivan's expression changed, and his ugly grin came out, "Time to look for our target. Move! "

As Ivan said so, the cyborg army instantly changed expressions. They nodded their heads and flatly answered in unison, "Understood."

The grin on Ivan's face grew crazier and crazier as he witnessed the vast army of cyborgs moving out.

"This time, you're going to die, Stark!"

...

"What the hell is going on?"

Landing from her flight, Jessica watched as the army of cyborgs ignored her group and left. She looked puzzled and asked.

"Why did they suddenly stop and leave?"

"Looks like there's some conflict between Kingpin and that guy beside him. Something we don't know about." Frank gloated, pointing to Kingpin and Ivan, not too far away.

"Well, lucky us."

Danny breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his sore arms.

He fought several cyborgs in a row. Even if he had mastered the iron fist, he felt that his physical strength was still lacking.

"Luck?" Hearing Danny's words, Frank subconsciously turned to look over at Luke. He remembered the previous battle with the Russians. Luke once said that he was lucky, and this was fully proven in that battle.

Meeting Frank's gaze, Lucky Luke fiddled with his cowboy hat, looking calm and composed.

'Perhaps, luck really had something to do with it?'

Inside the antique shop, Ryan noticed the current situation, especially Ivan's sudden betrayal, and secretly made his assessment of it.

Ryan wasn't the slightest bit surprised about Ivan's betrayal. After all, Justin Hammer's ending had already made that point twice. However, he couldn't completely deny that perhaps luck really did play a small role in this matter. As a result, the skill-holding clone simply got out of the dangerous battlefield without doing much.

"We can't let these cyborgs go out to the streets."

Although the immediate crisis was temporarily resolved by Ivan's betrayal, Matt clearly had a darker scenario in mind.

"If these robots rampage in Hell's Kitchen, the people would be in danger!"

"So, we still can't avoid a battle?"

Hearing Matt's words, the other Defenders' faces slightly changed. Everyone had a weary smile on.

"But, with our strength, we can't stop these guys. We just faced them a moment ago, those guys are stronger than we thought." Cage spoke out, pointing out the predicament the Defenders were in at the moment. Whether in attack or defence, the cyborg army had the means to suppress them.

"Maybe, we can ask the authorities?"

Matt understood that the situation had changed, but this wasn't something they could deal with. This was an army of cyborgs, something they obviously couldn't go up against with just a few people.

"Authorities? You mean the police?"

Hearing Matt's words, Danny frowned, "You've gone up against one, the police force is simply no ..."

"I'm not talking about the police." Matt shook his head. He knew they couldn't rely on the police right now, "Do you guys remember that agent who came with Master Ip when Danny was in the hospital?"

"You mean, S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Cage asked as he recalled that day.

...

"The usual. Golden Ratio Steamed Dumplings."

At the doors of Stark Industries, Tony raised an eyebrow at the familiar face inside the food truck and spoke amicably.

In silence, the dumplings were wrapped up and placed on the counter of the food truck.

Shell looked at Tony, who seemed relaxed. He couldn't bear to tell him that someone was coming for him right at this moment.

Not far away, the cyborg army from Hell's Kitchen was on their way.

Not knowing the danger he was about to face, Tony swallowed a steamed dumpling and involuntarily nodded, "No matter how many times I eat them, I never get bored. They're great."

Looking at Tony, who was enjoying himself, Shell pretended not to know and asked, "You look better than you did last time. Looks like you healed that problem of yours."

"Oh... About that ..."

Hearing that, Tony quickly swallowed the steamed dumpling in his mouth. He looked up at the tall figure in the food truck. There was a rare sincere expression on his face, "I've been meaning to thank you. If you didn't tell me about Peng Lai, I would've been dead by now."

"You survived because of your own efforts; it doesn't have anything to do with me." Shell shook his head and continued to act curtly.

"I knew you'd say that."