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Just as Clark waited for Tony to think about who might be targeting him, Tony's bodyguard, Happy, answered a call at the door.
"An express delivery? Got it, I'll be right down."
Happy had received a call from lobby security, saying a package had arrived for Tony Stark. Normally, Happy wouldn't leave his post to sign for a package, but he and Tony were close friends.
He knew Tony had been doing some online shopping recently, so he didn't think twice about it. Their relationship meant he often went beyond his duties without fear of being reprimanded for dereliction.
After all, Tony subconsciously believed that with J.A.R.V.I.S. monitoring the entire building, his personal safety was never an issue. Over time, even the most cautious bodyguard, like Happy, could get a little careless.
Happy took the elevator downstairs and accepted the package from the security guard.
"Did you check it?" he asked out of basic caution.
"Yes, it was scanned with a metal detector. No metal components were found," the guard replied.
Happy nodded, and his last shred of doubt vanished. Modern weapons almost always contain some metal. Since the package had none, it was probably just a toy or some other non-metallic item Tony had bought. Further inspection wasn't necessary.
Who had the time to go through all of Tony's purchases? If they accidentally saw something they shouldn't, Tony would fire the security guards without a second thought.
Still, Happy decided to open it himself. Even if it was an "adult toy," Tony would just laugh about it. With the recent incident against Stark Industries, Happy was feeling extra cautious. Tony might act fearless, but Happy knew he cared.
At that moment, Clark, who had been watching Happy with his super vision, realized something was wrong. The item inside the package was a simple decorative piece made of polyethylene, but Clark felt a powerful energy radiating from it.
"Stark, I need to use the restroom," Clark said. "I'll be right back."
Without waiting for a reply, he left the conference room and headed to the bathroom in the hallway—the only surveillance blind spot in the building.
Meanwhile, Happy had opened the package in the lobby. The moment the box was unsealed, it was as if a switch had been flipped. The decoration suddenly released a huge burst of energy. The explosion was instantaneous; Happy had no time to react before the blast consumed him.
Just then, Clark burst out of the bathroom, grabbed the exploding package, and flew out of the building. He soared over New York, and as he broke through the clouds, the energy was fully released. The resulting explosion scattered the clouds and a thunderous boom echoed across the city.
"What... what happened!?" Happy stammered, realizing the package was gone from his hands. A burning pain shot through his body, and as he looked at the explosion in the sky and the silhouette of Superman at its center, he understood how close he had come to death.
"This is..." Tony, startled by the sound, walked over and saw Superman's figure. But when he looked down, he saw a civilian helicopter hovering outside, and a burly man with thick face paint was pointing a rocket launcher at him.
"Oh, no..."
The enemy didn't wait for Tony to process the situation. A fiery rocket, its tail ablaze, shot toward him. Without his armor, Tony's body couldn't withstand the blast.
Luckily, Superman was there. Seeing the scene unfold, Clark rushed down, intercepted the missile in mid-air before it could reach Stark Tower. The rocket exploded harmlessly, only shattering a few windows.
"It's you, Superman." The attackers didn't seem surprised to see him. They held out their hands, ready to be handcuffed. "Since you've found us, please take us to the police station."
Clark frowned, sensing a deeper plot. Without asking more questions, he complied, delivering the "terrorists" to the New York Police Department.
A moment later, Tony, who had slumped to the floor, shook his head to clear the broken glass from his suit. He couldn't believe it. He had just been a hair's breadth from death. If Superman hadn't been in New York, he would be dead. His shock was quickly replaced by rage.
An assassination attempt? No, this was a full-blown terrorist attack!
There was no need to guess who was behind it. It had to be those damned terrorist organizations.
"Oh my God, Mr. Stark! I just went to the bathroom for a second. What happened?" Clark said, pretending to have just returned.
Tony, of course, was fooled. For Clark, his every movement was a form of psychological hypnosis, separating his identity from Superman's. Only someone like Nick Fury, who had access to information from multiple sources, could ever hope to break through the mental block and see through Clark's disguise.
"Mr. Kent, let's go. We don't have time to stand around. Those rats hiding in the dark have already made their move!" Tony declared.
Clark, still feigning ignorance, looked surprised, then nodded. "Okay. Where are we going?"
"Where?" Tony sneered. The attackers wouldn't have been able to escape in New York with Superman on the loose. They had to be at the police department. "Those damn bastards, it seems the desert isn't enough for them anymore. Only Stark's weapons will do, huh? If that's the case, I'm going to make sure they lose more than just a little skin."