Chapter 1397: Low-Class Friend and a Female Assassin Who Can’t Be Provoked

Looking at Big Dipper’s kill count in the comms channel, Tony wouldn’t go over.

In the subway station last time, this Big Dipper had killed that strange witch. If Tony tried fighting for kills with a ruthless character like this, he would always be last.

Thinking that, Tony quickly swept past Williamsburg and entered Queens.

At that moment, several helicopters were hovering above Queens.

TV reporters were always so dedicated; New York reporters in particular were absolutely the most efficient in the entire country.

In the few minutes that Tony had spent observing his teammates, reporters had already gathered from all directions.

Tony realized that he only needed to go where the helicopters were gathered to find his temporary teammates.

Of course, a simpler method was to tune into a TV station’s live feed, directly mute the host’s chatter and watch the live broadcast.

Tony suddenly cursed. “Motherf*cker! Where the hell did this guy come from?”

On the screen, a red and blue suit of armor was leaping between buildings.

However, its jets were only an auxiliary system. Instead, stretching out of the back of the armor to help the suit move flexibly were four… tentacles?

Using a mix of suction, coils, and grappling hooks, the armor was extremely agile, and completely ignored inertia and impact.

As the octopus-like suit moved outside a building, the tentacles on its back quickly grabbed the test subjects inside the building and smashed them to the ground.

Unlike Batman and Black Cat, who didn’t like to show themselves in front of reporters, this octopus suit didn’t avoid being followed by the helicopters, and allowed them to take close-ups.

What was even more annoying was that an overly excited female reporter fell from a helicopter.

The octopus suit turned around and activated its jet propulsion system. With a wave of one hand, a tentacle wrapped around the female reporter dozens of meters away, before the suit slowly landed.

After the shock of almost dying, the female reporter was still a little dazed, but her professionalism kicked in and she subconsciously chose the most advantageous approach — she lunged forward and kissed the octopus suit on the face.

She left an obvious lipstick mark on the suit. Stunned for a moment, the octopus suit suddenly said, “You’re my favorite reporter tonight.”

He then flew back to the helicopter with the female reporter in his arms.

As if she knew he was going to leave, she quickly shouted, “What’s your name? What’s your relationship to Iron Man?”

The octopus suit paused for a moment before it chuckled. “Electric Cable! Of course, you can also call me Mr. Bruce.” With that, the suit turned around and flew off, leaving behind an excited female reporter.

The cameraman who was with the female reporter recorded the scene and praised in his heart: Thank god! Finally, a superhero who is considerate of us reporters! Look how he cooperated with the camera lens, and how he followed the script and dialogue! He should be an actor instead!

Tony frowned and flew off.

He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like Electric Cable; it definitely wasn’t because of how the guy postured in front of the camera.

Also, “Mr. Bruce”? Wasn’t that Batman’s name? This guy was clearly just using it.

Tony didn’t think that Batman happened to have the same name as this guy. Charcoal Head wouldn’t have such a low-class friend.

Vaguely, he felt that there was something wrong with this guy, but the strange tentacles and the female reporter’s brazenness made him unhappy, so he didn’t pursue it.

After dismissing the flashy Electric Cable, Tony finally started killing more monsters.

The areas which Electric Cable and Lady Deathstrike were covering overlapped. Electric Cable had wasted time rescuing the female reporter, and many of the test subjects were still wreaking havoc.

After paying attention to Lady Deathstrike’s battle report, Tony gradually approached the area, only to see one or two helicopters hovering aimlessly.

With Tony’s arrival, they had found a new target, and they immediately followed him.

Tony couldn’t be bothered with them. As he quickly took down test subjects, he checked Lady Deathstrike’s strength.

Her count wasn’t outstanding; it was only a little higher than Angel Dust’s, and was far from the counts of the top three: Big Dipper, Ninja Squad, and Black Cat.

Also, Tony knew that Ninja Squad had a few members, so the kill count per person wasn’t too high.

However, there was the least amount of movement from Lady Deathstrike; most of the other temporary teammates had been caught on camera, but there was no mention of her.

Several minutes later, Tony locked onto her position based on the battle report.

After tying up two test subjects with a net, he rose into the air and looked in the direction of Lady Deathstrike. All his monitoring and scanning functions were fully activated, along with the drones that had come with him to monitor all of Jackson Heights.

A moment later, Jarvis replayed a few videos.

In the most complete video, an indistinct and transparent shadow quickly jumped around the building; it was always invisible, and rarely used jets, and its movements were extraordinarily covert.

Thanks to special processing by Jarvis, the video finally revealed her figure.

In the image, two test subjects were unaware that Lady Deathstrike had appeared behind them as they lunged at the residents.

Her gentle movements didn’t alert the test subjects. Claws similar to Black Cat’s instantly stabbed them in the back of the head, before the test subjects were stabbed again in the neck, back, and waist.

There was no audio, but Tony felt his back go cold. What a grudge!

In just a second, more than ten holes appeared in the backs of these two test subjects.

Not only that, Jarvis also replayed the video to show that the claws were twisted at a 90-degree angle to ensure that the test subjects’ mobility was destroyed when they were stabbed in the back of the head and the heart.

After killing the two test subjects with a few stabs, Lady Deathstrike didn’t stop and disappeared into the darkness again.

The mother and daughter whom she had rescued didn’t know what was going on. They were still screaming for help when they saw the two test subjects collapse to the ground and start twitching.

The mother and daughter thought that the test subjects were about to go crazy. They were so frightened that they screamed again, and didn’t notice the wide open door closing quietly.

Tony’s lips twitched. This lady probably wasn’t a superhero, but a professional assassin!

No matter how confident he was in his charm, the tycoon didn’t want to get close to a woman like that, just like with Black Widow.

Who the hell knew what this woman’s emotional threshold was.

Flirting with other women meant throwing money around; flirting with this sort of woman could mean throwing away his life.

The life of the chairman of the board was very valuable. He couldn’t waste it.

Besides, he already had Pepper. All other women were like clouds and not worth mentioning. Telling himself that, he decisively slipped away..