Captain America was stunned.
He even suspected that he had heard incorrectly. After fighting for so many years, this was the first time he'd heard someone asking him to hide.
"I'm not that old yet, kid."
He wasn't angry. After smiling, he swung the shield in his hand with tremendous force. The shield drew a perfect arc in front of Peter's surprised eyes and accurately struck the energy core of the machine.
Suddenly, the two-meter-tall robot fell down with sparks flying.
"See that?"
Steve raised his arm, and the shield flew back into his hand as if it had eyes: "I can still fight all day long!"
Peter shouted in amazement. He jumped and landed next to Captain America, reached out and knocked on the round shield, but no sound came out.
"Hey man, how did you get this? Did you steal it from the museum?"
"The ones in the museum aren't the real thing," Steve shook his head, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a missile flying toward Peter.
He immediately raised his shield to protect the young hero.
At the same time, Peter's spider-sense naturally detected the danger. He raised his hand and shot webbing at the robot that was attacking them, then pulled hard—
He effortlessly lifted the robot weighing several tons and swung it like a meteor hammer, heavily sweeping away a row of machines.
This operation simply left Captain America dumbfounded.
To be honest, given the weight of these robots, he might be able to lift them, but it was simply impossible for him to swing them around like toys as easily as Peter did.
Therefore, seeing Peter's actions, Captain America's thousands of words were summed up in one thought:
Damn, this kid! Isn't this strength a little too much? Could it be that after so many years, not only have I become outdated, but even the super soldier serum has become obsolete?
For a moment, Captain America missed the simpler world where he had been the only one with super powers.
"So this is the real thing?"
Peter pointed at the shield and his voice became more surprised.
"Not only it, I'm the real deal too," Captain America said with a smile. "You're incredible, kid. Where did you get your abilities?"
The two of them briefly introduced themselves and once again plunged into the battle against the mechanical monsters.
Originally, Peter had wanted to ask Ben for help because there were so many robots.
But as he fought, he found that the power of these robots seemed a little too weak.
Not only him, even Captain America thought so.
After destroying a robot with his backhand, Captain America said in confusion: "I don't know why Hammer Industries designed them like this... Tanks that walk on two legs? They're worse than real tanks..."
He looked up at the sky. Those flying machines were better than the ground units, but instead of deploying such things, why not just use conventional aircraft?
"It's hard to say. Think about it, this thing is the same as Gundam," Peter said, spreading his hands. "We all know that the shape of a fighter jet is more suitable for combat, but in comics, humanoid mechas have that special appeal. Even if it's an interstellar civilization, they still have to use their fists when fighting."
"That makes sense," Captain America nodded, and then he asked in confusion: "But what is Gundam?"
"You don't even know Gundam?"
Peter put a hand to his face. "Now I believe you really are Captain America."
To be honest, Peter was already the type who really enjoyed watching old movies and cartoons, but he never imagined that there was someone more old-fashioned than him.
But on second thought, it wouldn't be surprising if this person was Captain America.
Meanwhile, since Captain America had already been deployed, Coulson and Natasha, the two S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, would naturally not remain idle.
Both of them were equipped with special equipment, ready to fight those machines to the death.
However, they also found that these robots seemed a little too vulnerable. Their shells were far from being as tough as Iron Man's armor, and their shock-absorbing capabilities were also very poor.
Natasha stopped what she was doing and took out a device: "You know, Ben gave me this just now."
Coulson touched his almost bald forehead and thought that Primus had invented so many things, just like having a magic pocket. If this continued, they might even be able to invent a shampoo that could generate hair.
"It's not a new gadget, it's just a signal jammer."
As she spoke, Natasha pressed the button on the device.
The invisible electromagnetic field spread, interfering with the signals of all mechanical armors.
In an instant, all the armors crashed.
Natasha casually patted her thighs with both hands, looking completely at ease.
"Easiest mission I've ever done."
"Is it really over?" Coulson asked, eyes scanning the frozen robots around them. They were all locked in place, like they'd suddenly crashed—but he wasn't convinced.
And for good reason: his phone still worked perfectly, with full signal bars.
"That's because you're using a Primus phone," Natasha replied with a smirk. "Hammer's junk doesn't even compare to Primus tech."
"Fair point," Coulson admitted. "But doesn't this mean anyone relying on electronic systems is probably in deep trouble right now?"
Natasha shrugged.
"Then we just develop a specialized jammer to deal with that."
Coulson nodded thoughtfully.
Of course. Primus would invent a new phone, then invent a jammer to counter the threats, then invent a phone immune to that jammer—and the cycle would go on and on.
That was just how Primus operated.
Look, this is what it means to make money!
"However, it seems that these robots from Hammer Industries are not very good in terms of software or hardware. The military spent so much money, but they didn't expect to get such junk."
He shook his head, grinning from ear to ear, feeling sorry for the military.
There had always been an invisible competitive relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military.
On the surface, they were all serving the country, but behind the scenes, the two sides were confronting each other in a fight for more military funding.
This time, these products from Hammer had obviously made the military a laughingstock. It was conceivable that military spending would probably shrink in the future.
The total amount of funds was limited, and the military was a behemoth, so the money saved, even if it was just a fraction, was an astronomical figure.
S.H.I.E.L.D. could fight for this money!
Coulson didn't know how happy Nick Fury would become after knowing this news, but he knew that he had the budget to modify his beloved car!
At the same time, Justin Hammer bent over like a mouse and hid in the Primus venue along with the crowd.
He had already cursed Ivan Vanko hundreds of times in his heart. If words could kill, Ivan would probably have turned into dust by now.
He really didn't expect that Vanko would give him such a big "surprise" with this stunt.
Although, he had told Vanko at the time that he wanted Tony Stark, the arrogant egomaniac, to die.
But to be honest, for a businessman, he had not been referring to the death of Tony Stark himself, but the "death" of Stark Industries.
With this Russian madman's behavior, it wasn't Stark who would be killed, but his Hammer Industries.
Even if Ivan could kill Tony Stark, what would be the point? He would also lose everything because of this attack!
He know, Hammer Industries had now accepted orders from the military. This represented national strength!
I am dead!
His face was pale and his whole appearance was gloomy. Although he was dressed in a suit and looked respectable, he appeared as miserable as a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to kill.
Obviously, Justin Hammer was aware of what his next ending would be.
For a crime like this, even if he wasn't executed, he would at least be sentenced to several hundred years in prison. Even if his sentence was reduced again and again, he would never see the light of day again.
As for being rescued by someone else, that was even more impossible.
The fall of Hammer Industries was like the fall of a towering tree. Countless smaller companies underneath were waiting to absorb its resources, then grow branches and leaves and cover the entire market.
Justin Hammer wasn't a genius scientist, nor was he a super villain. Without Hammer Industries, he was nothing, and no one would bother to save a loser.
But he still couldn't suppress his anger toward Ivan Vanko.
That hateful guy! A bastard from Russia!
If it weren't for him, Vanko would have died in prison a long time ago. He had been kind enough to rescue him, but this was how he was repaid?!
If he could do it again, Justin Hammer would rather the person who was killed in the prison had not been a scapegoat.
But now, it was too late to say anything.
No one could save him.
He crouched down and kept dodging, fearing that he would be recognized by others.
Although he knew that he would not be able to escape from prison, at least he could stay alive in prison. If he was discovered by these people, they would probably rush over and beat him to death with one punch each.
Ben had noticed him a long time ago, but he ignored the clown and was discussing the next steps with Norman Osborn backstage.
"After we take control of Hammer Industries, we can expand the ecological park. By then, the accumulated orders can be completed as soon as possible, and Primus will become a company as powerful as the Osborn Group."
After saying this, Norman still felt like he was in a dream.
Too fast! It had only been a few months since Primus was founded. In a few months, it would become one of the top companies in the country. This speed of development had left Norman, who had started from scratch, speechless with surprise.
In addition to good luck, the decline of Osborn and Hammer Industries had given Ben an opportunity, but more importantly, Ben himself had the ability to capitalize on it.
But Norman also noticed that Ben seemed a little anxious.
He immediately asked the reason.
Norman Osborn didn't know that soon the earth would be filled with monsters and demons, and people with all kinds of strange powers would appear on the scene. Ben needed to quickly build a power base.
Another reason...
Ben gave a slight smile, turned to Norman, and asked—almost casually, but with unmistakable intent:
"Tell me, Uncle Norman… ever thought about becoming mayor?"