The world's situation is deteriorating rapidly.
Kilian is secretly supporting Lord Mandarin leading the Ten Rings to create terrorist incidents everywhere, even broadcasting a declaration of war against the entire United States.
After Tony Stark declared war on Lord Mandarin, Uehara Naraku directly ordered S.H.I.E.L.D. to provide some of Lord Mandarin's information to Tony.
This was the only support from Uehara Naraku.
Even after sending the information email, Uehara Naraku also sent a video he recorded himself, advising Tony Stark to focus on the serious matters.
"Tony, there's no need to bother with those clowns..."
"We are Avengers, our first target should be to eliminate Hydra, and we should be avenging Director Fury, not focusing on those suicidal terrorists. The military will handle those minor troubles."
"..."
After watching Uehara Naraku's video, Tony Stark was deeply confused, feeling a bit guilty towards Uehara Naraku…
Because Tony Stark knows that Nick Fury is only faking his death.
What he didn't expect was that this guy Uehara Naraku, seeking revenge for Nick Fury, went around striking and retaliating against Hydra, even eliminating Alexander Pierce…
If Uehara Naraku knew Fury was only faking his death...
How would this stubborn and proud guy react?
Tony Stark quickly had no time to think about what Uehara Naraku would do because, as he was reviewing Lord Mandarin's data, a missile suddenly flew in and hit his home...
Several armed helicopters flew over, turning Tony Stark's beachside mansion in California into ruins in an instant, with Tony Stark's survival unknown!
No one expected…
Tony Stark would be taken out by a few armed helicopters!
This morning, this terrorist attack just happened in California… by evening, the entire American press was covering the news of Tony Stark's death.
The entire world went crazy.
This matter seemed utterly irrefutable.
Since Tony Stark's beachside mansion was left in ruins, and current Stark Industries CEO Pepper Potts did not issue a clarification, everyone seemed to assume Tony Stark had perished.
Many people refused to believe it, who would believe that the renowned Iron Man could be taken out by a few armed terrorist helicopters?
Kilian certainly didn't believe it either.
Facing his nemesis Tony Stark, Kilian would not give up without seeing his corpse, he also sent many people to hunt down Tony Stark.
Of course.
At least now he held the advantage; Tony Stark did not dare to show his face, and didn't even know the real culprit, assuming it was Lord Mandarin's doing.
But…
Some people will always learn the truth sooner.
Florida.
An estate that appeared somewhat desolate.
This vast estate was filled with dozens of armed guards, with many hounds being kept inside to safeguard the estate's security.
This was the hidden refuge of Lord Mandarin.
The mysterious terror threat videos that aired on television lately originated from this estate, which was also Kilian's temporary residence.
Two men were approaching the estate's gate.
The leading young man was wearing a black leather jacket, and behind him walked a man with light purple hair in a white robe, with a samurai sword hanging from his waist.
"Hey!"
The armed guard at the estate's gate carrying an automatic rifle came over, ready to stop their advance: "This is private prop—"
Clang!
A clear sound of a blade rang out!
With the light purple-haired man drawing the sharp blade from his waist, the flash of the sword instantly slashed through, severing the guard's neck, making a head fall directly to the ground…
"What a bunch of ignorant humans..."
The light purple-haired man squinted his eyes, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Looks like a cleansing campaign is needed here..."
"Haha, I'll leave it to you then, Gin."
The young man in the black leather jacket chuckled, continuing straight to the estate without pausing, as if he didn't even see the armed guard with the guns.
No gunshots rang out.
The entire estate was filled only with the sound of crisp blades ringing, a suppressive battle, or rather a massacre, silently unfolding within the estate.
Every armed guard they encountered inside the estate was quickly killed by the light purple-haired man with a single slash, as blood began to flow on the floor, filling the air with the stench of blood…
In the surveillance room.
A middle-aged man biting into a piece of bread was looking nervously at the one-sided slaughter in the estate, his pupils involuntarily widening bit by bit…
He was frightened.
The man in the surveillance room saw the young man in a black leather jacket walk under a camera, revealing a bizarre smile towards it.
A hint of green light flickered faintly in the young man's eyes.
The middle-aged man's heart within the surveillance room subconsciously tightened, reaching out in panic for the walkie-talkie on the table; this was an unprecedented crisis!
However…
Just as the middle-aged man reached for the walkie-talkie, he didn't notice that a hint of green light had silently entwined him…
The middle-aged man was horrified to see his own hand, looking like the withered bark of an old tree, as his vitality quickly waned, unable even to pick up the walkie-talkie!
"This is..."
The middle-aged man looked at his hand in disbelief, clearly feeling time within him slipping away rapidly, pushing his life quickly towards its end…
The power of the Time Gem...
Isn't something a normal man can resist.
The slaughter outside the estate had ceased, unnoticed within the estate.
The young man with black hair in a leather jacket adjusted his jacket, smiling as he stood before the door, knocking a few times with his fingers.
Knock knock knock…
Knock knock knock…
The eerie knocking seemed to garner no attention.
The people in the house were inside a soundstage where a noisy shoot was underway, preparing to film a new terror threat video by Lord Mandarin, no one seemed able to hear the knocking from within the house.
The young man with black hair in a leather jacket and the light purple-haired man waiting outside the door maintained their patience, standing outside as if, disregarding the bloodshed within the estate, they were courteous guests waiting peacefully for the host to meet them.
Inside the soundstage.
Kilian, dressed in a white suit, watched the terrorizing performance of Lord Mandarin before the cameras, a lingering smile on his lips.
This bearded Lord Mandarin was his puppet.
He was also the scapegoat in his plans.
According to Kilian's plan, this scapegoat named Lord Mandarin by him was shouldering responsibility for the humanoid bomb terror attacks appearing across America and even the world.
In the future, this Lord Mandarin would take the blame for the President's assassination.
Kilian, with satisfaction, waved his hand once the arrogant video filming of Lord Mandarin concluded: "Well done, you can leave now…"
"OKOK!"
The arrogant and domineering bearded man nodded his head carefully, gesturing peace and turning to leave with a smiling face.
Knock knock knock…
Knock knock knock…
Once the filming site quieted down, someone finally heard the knocking.
Kilian's face showed a hint of displeasure, turning slightly to a bald young man beside him, whispering: "Go ask the folks outside what's happening…"
Damn it…
They're terrorists!
Just report directly if there's an issue, what's with the knocking!
The bald young man nodded slowly, a hint of fiery color on his face, as he made his way to the door, reaching to pull it open.
Then he saw the two young men at the door.
As well as the bodies of guards laid out across the estate.
Before the anger on the bald young man's face could emerge, the black leather-jacketed young man at the door spoke with a smile: "Sorry, I knocked for five minutes, I thought the owner of this house wasn't home… Excuse me, is Aldrich Killian here?"
"By the way."
"Allow me to introduce myself."
The black leather-jacketed young man reached out his hand towards the bald young man before him, speaking seamlessly: "I'm Uehara Naraku, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."