You Think You’re the Only Super Hero?

In just three hours, Fitz copied all of Whitehall’s memories regarding Hydra infiltrators onto another storage device.

Two hours later, a Quinjet landed outside The Laboratory. Egghead came personally and decisively declined Old Wang’s invitation to stay for a meal. He left clutching the storage device, taking two virtual helmets with him as well.

The moment he boarded the plane, Egghead impatiently put on a helmet and began reviewing the contents.

The more he saw, the more shocked and grim he became.

Hydra’s infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. shocked him. He had never expected the mastermind to be Dr. Zola—the epoch-making scientific giant who had become one with S.H.I.E.L.D., a great man on par with Dr. Erskine and Dr. Stark.

That meant S.H.I.E.L.D. was completely transparent in Hydra’s eyes. No wonder Hydra had developed so well.

And when Pierce appeared in the memories, he nearly bit through his thick black lips. His heart pounded, and even his breathing grew heavy.

"It was him!"

His former superior, his most trusted friend, was actually Hydra’s biggest mole. Egghead was deeply unsettled, questioning his whole life.

I treated you as a friend, and you wanted to screw me over?

This was too terrifying!

It meant that all of S.H.I.E.L.D. had likely long since become Hydra’s nest. Who knew how many more people could still be trusted?

He had thought that with this intelligence, uprooting Hydra would be easy. But now it seemed he had been too young, too naive.

If he truly wanted to kill every Hydra agent, probably more than half of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s upper and middle management would have to die.

Even Pierce was one of Hydra’s people. Apart from the secret base Egghead had secretly built and the covert agents he had developed, everything else in S.H.I.E.L.D. belonged to Hydra. Without outside help, it would be impossible to eliminate Hydra.

A direct confrontation would likely result in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s complete destruction, leaving not even its name behind.

Even secretly taking out Pierce would be useless. Hydra had several heads and simply would not care.

"I can only ask for outside help."

At that moment, Egghead was immensely glad he had not taken extreme measures against Master Wang back then, and had instead latched onto this thick, sturdy iron thigh.

"Immortal Iron Fist, Quake, Ghost Rider, Daredevil, Stick, Black Sky, Black Widow, Hawkeye… and Tony!"

Egghead calculated in secret. With these people helping, they still had a chance of winning—a considerable one.

As for what price they would have to pay?

He could only hope S.H.I.E.L.D. would not be destroyed because of this.

Although he had obtained crucial intelligence, Egghead had no intention of acting rashly.

He had to plan carefully and minimize the losses as much as possible.

After thinking it over, he took off the helmet and dialed a number.

Egghead was highly efficient.

A few days later, three Quinjets flew to Azeroth Laboratory and landed in the central plaza that had been prepared in advance.

The pilots were covert agents. Very few people knew about the entire matter, and they were all people Egghead trusted most.

"They’re all old models that were retired long ago. They’re much worse than the ones currently in service." With just a glance, Fitz made his judgment.

Old Wang smiled. He had expected it.

It was not really Egghead’s fault.

After all, Quinjets were S.H.I.E.L.D.’s main combat aircraft and extremely expensive. The movement of any one of them could attract the attention of interested parties, such as Pierce—especially those still in service.

In comparison, retired old models attracted far less attention. With Egghead’s capabilities, quietly obtaining three of them would not be much of a problem.

"Check them out," Old Wang ordered.

Fitz hurriedly did so and quickly gave his answer.

"Boss, these three planes don’t have visual stealth systems. Their energy systems are too outdated, their weapon systems have all been removed, and everything else is long obsolete. Still, their condition is pretty good. They’re old, but well maintained, so they can still be used," Fitz said.

Old Wang tapped the fuselage and asked, "They need to have everything they’re supposed to have… Can you handle it?"

"Uh… probably not."

Fitz looked troubled, even a little aggrieved. "Boss, I just graduated from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. I only studied there for a year. I can make small equipment, but I can’t handle a large military aircraft involving so many different systems. I don’t even understand visual stealth systems. Unless you give me a few months to study it properly…"

A man could not say he could not do it. Even if he could not, he had to make it work… Old Wang nodded. "I’ll find someone to help you."

He picked up the phone and dialed.

Tony was enjoying the thrill of being a Super Hero.

After replacing it with a new Arc Reactor, his armor had been upgraded from Mark 3 to Mark 6. The more powerful output gave it greater speed and more functions, making it stronger overall.

Although he had fully taken control of Stark Industries, holding over fifty percent of its shares and becoming its undisputed sole authority, completely shutting down the weapons division, there were still plenty of weapons that had previously been sold to terrorist groups and warlords around the world.

What he did every day now was have J.A.R.V.I.S. track the orders, locate those terrorist organizations’ hideouts, then put on his armor, fly over, and take them out.

It felt great. There was a thrill to it—a sense that I alone am protecting the world, that I am the world’s police. It made this self-centered playboy feel absolutely fantastic.

"Call request from Master Wang," J.A.R.V.I.S. said.

"Master Wang is calling me?"

Tony froze for a moment, then quickly said, "Put him through."

The call connected. Before Old Wang could speak, Tony said in an exaggerated tone, "Master Wang, do you know what I’m doing? I’m cruising at twenty thousand meters!"

That’s worth bragging about? Tony, your ambitions are getting lower and lower… Old Wang decided to deal the playboy a heavy blow and said blandly, "You’ve been showing off everywhere lately. Don’t tell me you really think no one knows? S.H.I.E.L.D. and the United States military have both noticed you. Before long, you’ll have to make a trip to Washington D.C. The Senate Armed Services Committee is waiting for you."

"I won’t admit anything, Master Wang."

Tony shrugged. "Catch me if you can. The United States is a nation of laws. Besides, my armor isn’t a weapon. It’s just… uh… a high-tech prosthetic, the kind that helps disabled people."

"The United States military may hesitate because of your identity, but S.H.I.E.L.D. won’t. One day, you might come home and find an extra-large Egghead waiting for you."

Old Wang casually warned him, then asked, "Interested in virtual technology stronger than J.A.R.V.I.S.?"

"Not interested." Tony rejected him decisively, thinking, You’re trying to fool me. That’s impossible.

J.A.R.V.I.S. was ten or even twenty years ahead of the rest of the world. Could there really be a computer genius more impressive than Tony Stark?

"Then are you interested in Quinjets?" Old Wang asked again.

Quinjets?

Tony raised an eyebrow. "S.H.I.E.L.D.’s main combat aircraft?"

"They’re in San Juan, at my lab."

Old Wang said, "I’ll wait for you."

"Sir, the remaining energy is insufficient to support a long-distance flight exceeding ten thousand kilometers," J.A.R.V.I.S. said.

"Fine. Next time, I’ll have to bring an extra Arc Reactor."

Tony said helplessly, "I’ll head home first. I’ll be there in two hours."

He quickly returned to his villa, took off his armor, and figured he still had time for a hot shower.

But the moment he stepped inside, a low, magnetic voice rang out.

"Cruising at twenty thousand meters is cool, isn’t it?"

"You think you’re the only Super Hero?"

"Mr. Stark, there are many people like you."

Tony rubbed his eyes. Only then did he see a man in a black trench coat, staring at an extra-large Egghead with his back to him, blending into the night.

No wonder he had not noticed him just now.