Chapter 61

“Breathe deep, breathe deep, hold on—Lester!”

“Yes, just like that, that’s the look!”

“What? You’re willing to talk now?”

“No, hold on just a little longer, please—you’re Target Eye!”

Fifteen minutes later, Alvin wiped the sweat from his brow and exhaled in relief: “Alright, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Target Eye.”

【Killed Target Eye (Benjamin Boindexter)】

【Obtained Source Power: 1000 units】

【Fixed current world anchor point: requires 1500 units of source power】

“Now that’s what a villain looks like.”

Alvin nodded in satisfaction, holding a human skeleton in his hand.

Infused with adamantium, the skeleton gleamed with a silver luster under the sun.

“Thank you, Emperor, for knowing how hard my life is and sending me adamantium~” To obtain this complete skeleton, he’d gone through immense effort, painstakingly stripping away every bit of flesh—luckily, there was no risk of damaging the adamantium, or he’d have had to melt it down in a furnace.

What?

Think Alvin seems too extreme, almost heretical?

No, compared to some Inquisitors and Oilmen, he considered himself far from extreme.

But unfortunately, this skeleton was merely infused with adamantium—not pure adamantium bone like Wolverine’s.

“Whatever, wash it off and give it to Tony. Let him melt it down.”

Alvin floated toward the villa, carrying the skeleton.

Seeing Alvin return with that skeleton, Tony felt utterly ill, veins bulging on his forehead: “Don’t tell me… this thing is the guy who just attacked us!”

“Uh, what if I said I picked it up on the street? Would you believe me?”

Alvin nervously rubbed his nose and immediately changed the subject: “By the way, I know where Pepper is.”

“What?!”

Naturally, the moment Pepper was mentioned, Tony’s attention snapped away.

What skeleton? Forget it. Was anything more important than Pepper?

“Pepper was kidnapped by Obadiah and taken to Hell’s Kitchen, Fisk Tower,” Alvin said slowly. “She’s not in immediate danger—Kingpin has her locked in a room. He probably plans to kill us first, then deal with Pepper.”

“Then what are we waiting for?!”

Tony was impulsive—he shouted without hesitation: “JARVIS, prepare Mark 3!”

“Wait a minute, don’t be so hasty.”

Alvin grabbed the impatient Tony and, in his confused gaze, explained calmly: “Hell’s Kitchen isn’t that simple. What if they run? We’re here to rescue someone—we need to prepare properly.”

“What’s there to prepare for? You think my Mark 3 isn’t good enough?”

Tony was brimming with confidence in his upgraded Mark 3, proud as a rooster: “Hell’s Kitchen? I can wipe it out alone. No preparation needed—just watch me perform!”

What kind of ragtag rabble is Hell’s Kitchen?

The upgraded Mark 3 had been fully enhanced in both basic defense and firepower systems!

Especially against invisible forces, with layered armor nesting and long-range locking firepower—even “Alvin” himself would be no match!

“Uh… what are you two talking about?” Black Widow felt left out; she couldn’t understand how Tony had the confidence to sweep through Hell’s Kitchen.

“Mr. Stark, I must remind you—Hell’s Kitchen isn’t that simple,” she cleared her throat and spoke slowly. “According to our intel, Kingpin possesses extraordinary physical strength and combat ability. Hell’s Kitchen is a chaotic mix of factions. No single person can rescue Ms. Pepper.”

Tony didn't bother explaining, rolling his eyes: "You have no idea what you're talking about."

“……” Black Widow was furious, her chest aching—was she developing fibroids from anger?

She finally understood why Alvin and Tony were friends—two foul-mouthed people together? Of course they’d get along.

“Mr. Alvin, won’t you try to reason with him?” Black Widow helplessly turned to Alvin, hoping he could calm the impulsive Tony and plan carefully.

“Reason about what?”

Alvin glanced at her coolly: “Someone attacked our doorstep. Can S.H.I.E.L.D. just sit there?”

They’re after you—what does that have to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.?

“I mean, even if we’re rescuing Ms. Pepper, shouldn’t we have a plan?” Black Widow rubbed her temples—she was worn out from dealing with these people.

“That makes sense. We do need a plan.”

Alvin thought for half a second, then nodded in agreement: “Call Fury. Tell him I need to speak with him.”

“What are you planning?!”

Black Widow eyed him warily, sensing something ominous.

“Am I a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“Uh, yes, but…”

“No buts. Just answer: am I a member of the Avengers?”

“Yes, but…”

“No buts. Now, someone is assassinating Avengers—how do you classify that?”

“We can’t intervene…”

“When I joined, Fury said the Avengers exist to protect humanity and Earth. Was he just lying?”

“No…”

“So, assassinating me—isn’t that endangering humanity and Earth?”

“...I suppose so?”

Black Widow was dizzy from his logic, nodding dazedly.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Alvin pressed harder, speaking with righteous conviction: “Organizations that endanger humanity and Earth—we, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., have the duty and responsibility to eliminate them, don’t we?!”

“Mr. Valthius, we can’t do this…” Black Widow was utterly exasperated. Though S.H.I.E.L.D. held immense power, eliminating Hell’s Kitchen required political compromise.

After all, Kingpin had Congressional backing—they couldn’t act rashly.

“Give me the phone. I’ll call Fury myself.”

Without hesitation, Alvin snatched the phone from Black Widow and dialed Fury’s number.

He suppressed the sound with psychic energy, so Black Widow heard nothing of their conversation.

Moments later, Alvin handed the phone back: “Your director has a message for you.”

Black Widow took the phone, hearing Fury’s voice: “Romanoff, in fifteen minutes, the military will seal off the Hell’s Kitchen district. S.H.I.E.L.D. will take full control of this operation. I’m sending Hawkeye to assist you—follow Alvin’s orders!”

What had Alvin possibly said to the director in just a few minutes?

Black Widow stared at Alvin in shock. At that moment, the slightly awkward teenager seemed shrouded in a veil of mystery before her eyes.

She knew Director Fury well—this kind of thing? He’d never agree.

Not to mention, he’d committed S.H.I.E.L.D. fully, even coordinating with the military to seal off Hell’s Kitchen, as if aiming for total eradication.

“W-what did you say to the director?” Black Widow swallowed hard, stunned.

“Nothing much.”

Alvin smiled mysteriously: “Just made a deal with him. That’s all.”

As he spoke, Tony finished his preparations, standing on the central platform in the living room.

Several mechanical arms extended from below, systematically assembling armor pieces onto Tony’s body.

The heavy energy pack was mounted, spewing scorching energy streams from its rear.

Thick semi-circular shoulder plates flanked both sides; his legs and chest were reinforced with heavy armor; the helmet added multiple functions.

Finally, a grotesquely modified explosive rifle was lifted into place by the mechanical arms.

Aside from the gaudy gold-and-red color scheme, he looked like a miniature Space Marine—Alvin genuinely feared the Emperor would come after him for copyright fees!

“Watch closely, Alvin!”

Tony stepped proudly onto the central platform, gazing at Alvin with full confidence: “This armor? I designed it specially for you!”

Special… for him?

Alvin fell silent, then asked: “JARVIS, what’s the name of this armor?”

Oh no!

Tony’s eyes twitched wildly—he tried to stop it, but it was too late.

JARVIS replied honestly: “Mr. Stark named this armor the ‘Anti-Alvin Armor,’ Mr. Valthius.”

Alvin’s face darkened as he glared at Tony: “Care to explain, my dear friend, Tony Stark?”

Tony turned away guiltily, muttering: “It’s just a name—I swear to my ex-girlfriends, it’s not aimed at you.”

Fine, fine—of course, that’s just like you.

Modified Mark 3 was bad enough, but now it’s called “Anti-Alvin Armor”?

Fuming, trembling, cold—when will psychic users ever stand tall?

Alvin gritted his teeth, vowing to dismantle this damn thing someday.