The top floor of Vanguard Technology Tower.
Killian had comforted Maya Hansen, and under his comfort, Maya Hansen had stabilized her emotions and returned to the laboratory to work.
He, on the other hand, returned to his top-floor office, preparing to inquire about the progress of the human trials there and urge them on.
He opened the thick, heavy mahogany door.
He saw a figure, sitting with his back to him, in his original seat, casually leaning back in the chair, looking at the view outside the building.
"Who are you?"
Killian's pupils constricted; he felt something was wrong.
He had just uttered a question.
Suddenly, two iron hands appeared from either side of the door, gripping his shoulders like lightning. He was pulled into the room as if he were a weightless Scarecrow, then thrown heavily to the ground.
With a bang, the door closed.
"Who?"
Since founding Vanguard Technology, Killian had not been in such a sorry state for a long time. He turned his head back in annoyance.
When he saw the two Vibranium Sentries, the anger in his heart was immediately extinguished as if cold water had been poured on it.
"Wakanda robots?"
Killian recognized the Vibranium Sentries at a glance.
The team he had sent out had sent back a video before they were captured, and in the video, they had been intercepted by robots of this design.
If these were Wakanda robots, then who was the person sitting in his seat?
Killian's pupils constricted, his heart trembled, and he turned his head in disbelief.
"You dared to set your sights on my country."
Ron didn't turn his head, looking at the view outside, and said coldly.
"You have a lot of guts, Killian."
Upon hearing this, Killian's face drastically changed as if he had heard the Death knell. He instantly sprang up from the ground with incredible speed and strength, as if electrocuted, turning to flee.
He knew the jig was up.
"Get lost."
Under his skin, fire surged, emitting thousands of degrees of high temperature. He waved his hand, intending to destroy the two robots and escape.
"Why?"
Knowing who was sitting in the chair, Killian cursed and growled inwardly: "Why was I found?
And he didn't even send someone; he came in person."
The tall Vibranium Sentinel was not an ordinary Sentinel. Killian's thousands of degrees of high temperature burning couldn't even make their bodies glow red.
With a casual force of over ten tons, Killian was pressed back to the ground with a backhand, like a chick trying to escape, and forced to kneel in a deeply humiliating posture, facing Ron's direction.
"Ah, let me go!"
Killian desperately unleashed heat, but it was useless.
"Why did you come in person?"
He growled, panicked and unwilling.
Logically, even if he were found, even if Wakanda disregarded international law and chose to act directly, they would send someone to capture him, and it wouldn't be impossible for him to escape.
How could this damned, overwhelmingly powerful Lord Superman directly come here?
"Nothing much, so I came to take a look."
Slowly turning his chair, Ron played with the Mind Stone in his hand, giving an answer that made Killian so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood. He never expected to be so unlucky.
"Vanguard Technology was actually founded by Killian."
Ron's eyes moved slightly, a little surprised by what he had just learned.
He only remembered Killian as the villain in Iron Man 3, who researched the Extremis, but he didn't know that he founded Vanguard Technology.
Vanguard Technology, also known as A.I.M. in Marvel comics, is an evil advanced technology organization composed of outstanding scientists and villains dedicated to obtaining huge profits through violence.
It is a quite powerful villain organization, which once accidentally created Modok, a highly intelligent villain with psychic abilities and a huge head, captured and imprisoned Hyperion from a parallel World, and created the Cosmic Cube, which possesses vast power and can alter reality, distort time and space.
As a result, in this Universe, it was founded by Killian, a third-rate villain, which proves that it is unlikely to have the grandeur of the comics.
Bang!
The door was suddenly broken open.
"Boss!"
Several of Killian's subordinates and bodyguards burst in, their expressions startled, spitting fire as they tried to rescue him.
Whoosh!
Ron gently raised his finger, and a emerald light shot out. The four people were frozen into a green ice block, their mouths open and expressions vivid, frozen in the ice.
"What kind of ability is this?"
Killian's eyes widened in astonishment. He had never seen this ability used by Ron in any news about him.
"An experimental subject doesn't need to know that much."
"Experimental subject?"
Ron chuckled: "Not many people who received the Extremis didn't immediately explode. You and your subordinates will all become valuable experimental subjects.
To research how to improve the Extremis."
"You wish."
Killian's expression was fierce. His early inferiority, after the Stark incident, had become an unstimulable taboo. He would rather die than be treated as an experimental subject and manipulated at will.
"Even if you are called Superman, you can't control my life and Death."
But it wasn't a desperate situation yet. He prepared to unleash heat to create an explosion, to see if he could escape in the chaos.
"Those injected with Extremis must control the heat within their bodies to avoid dying from self-detonation. Conversely, even if you capture me, it's useless; let's die together!"
A fiery glow lit up Killian's body. He cunningly tried to deceive Ron with words, making him think his next action was self-detonation, so he could find an opportunity to escape.
"Actually, I can."
But Ron didn't even lift an eyelid, looking at him calmly.
"Let alone your life and Death, if I tell you to kneel down and lick the floor, you'll have to do it."
He raised his staff and shot a brilliant blue light, hitting Killian.
The next second, Killian, who had been roaring and unleashing his powers, stopped. His eyes flashed with a dark glow, then he lowered his head and knelt down.
"Master."
Ron had casually taken out the Mind Stone before coming here.
The Mind Stone itself had the ability to control people's minds, and when activated by him, who possessed considerable psychic power, it gained some abilities it didn't have when Loki held it.
"For example, remotely projecting mind-controlling power."
Slowly getting up, he casually used the staff as a walking stick. He prepared to leave. He said.
"Organize your research and take it to Wakanda to report."
Why did one person with two Sentinel robots come so easily?
Because there was no need for extra personnel to organize and receive the results of the Extremis.
Killian himself would obediently cooperate and bring the data to them.
The Vibranium Sentinel released Killian, who lowered his head and replied, "Yes."
"Hmm."
Ron prepared to leave and return to Wakanda.
But before he left, he casually used his psychic ability to scan Killian's memories for the location of the secret human laboratory.
Suddenly, he discovered an unexpected person.
He turned his head, his gaze seemingly spanning dozens of miles.
In the brightly lit corridor of the laboratory, a pair of nervous siblings were being escorted by armed laboratory security personnel to receive virus injections.
"Scarlet Witch?"
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
Asgard, within the magnificent Heavenly Palace.
Odin, the ruler of the Nine Realms, the All-Father of mythology, lay weakly on his bed.
His face was ashen, like an ordinary old man on the verge of Death, showing no trace of his former glory and majesty.
"My children."
Before his Death, he once again forcibly awoke from his Odin Sleep, using his remaining life to see his loved ones one last time.
A sorrowful atmosphere enveloped the bedchamber.
Behind him, Frigga's eyes were red, and she was weeping softly.
Loki, in shackles, was forced to kneel on the ground, also looking sorrowful.
"Father!"
Thor, the God of Thunder, excitedly grabbed his hand, unable to accept that his Father was about to pass away like this.
"Do not grieve."
Odin's gaze swept over them one by one: his wife, who had accompanied him for thousands of years; his reckless and brave eldest son; his cunning and rebellious adopted second son.
And his eldest daughter, whom he once thought had been killed by his enemies due to her arrogance and stubbornness, but who had returned to his side before his Death.
Audreyf looked at Odin, who was gazing at her with eyes full of loving guilt. Her expression was sad, mixed with a little discomfort; she hadn't gotten used to having a Father.
"I have no regrets left. I only hope that after my Death, you can safely pass through Ragnarok."
He instructed in a weak voice.
"Thor, you must protect your Mother and sister, and your brother."
Loki's body trembled, and sorrow and regret appeared between his brows.
"I will, Father."
The tall, muscular Thor's eyes were red, and he quickly promised.
"Finally, remember, if in the end, it still doesn't succeed, Asgard never just represents a place. Take your Mother and siblings and leave here."
Warriors must bravely face hardship and not fear danger.
As Gods, they should not be afraid to retreat.
But as a King and a member of a family, choosing to retreat to protect his family and people is not shameful.
After he finished speaking, Odin's body on the golden bed rapidly decayed, and his entire being transformed into specks of light and disappeared.
"Father!"
A burst of sorrowful wailing filled the bedchamber. Thor felt a powerful force transmit into his body through the bloodline connection. He looked at his hand, which was sparking with lightning, without the slightest joy.
Audreyf's eyes were red, and her face showed sadness, no longer the heroic and awe-inspiring appearance, looking somewhat fragile.
At the same time, on a patch of grass in Norway, Earth, a green light spread, as if a portal to another World had opened.
A woman with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and a graceful figure, her face as cold as ancient ice, exuding a strong aura of Death, walked out.
The green grass, affected by her aura, quickly decayed and died.
"Old man, you're finally dead.
You can no longer imprison me. I will reclaim everything that is mine and let the Nine Realms be soaked in a sea of blood once more."
Hela, the Goddess of Death, who had been imprisoned for thousands of years, looked up at the sky with a complex expression, her body radiating monstrous resentment, and murmured.
She elegantly ran her hand over her head, and her spiky war helmet appeared.
"Now, let me see how to get back to Asgard."
"After more than two thousand years, the technology of Midgard, Earth, should have advanced somewhat."
Asgard's Bifrost Bridge could not be opened for her. She needed to find a spaceship capable of space travel first to fly back to Asgard.
Soon, by the coast of Norway, in front of several blank-eyed fishermen, Hela, who was proficient in many magic, got what she wanted.
"Wakanda, the most technologically advanced country on Earth?"
A faint smile played on her lips, and her eyes flashed with ruthlessness.
"Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff."
In the laboratory corridor, Ron teleported in, looking at the woman before him with interest.
"Who are you?"
Pietro, flustered but resolute, stood in front of his sister.
This handsome man had just appeared suddenly, and the two security guards escorting the siblings to the laboratory were so frightened they wanted to shoot.
But with just a glance from this majestic man, they obediently put down their guns and retreated to the side, like a devil who could control minds, making people fearful.
Ron looked at Pietro and recalled Quicksilver, whom he had seen before.
"As Quicksilver, this speed is far too inferior compared to that one."
Even when his abilities were activated by the Mind Stone, he was only around the speed of sound, and in the end, he was actually killed by machine gun fire.
Comparatively, Scarlet Witch was more interesting.
"You… you're Ron?"
Wanda's eyes widened in surprise; she recognized him.
Sokovia had now become a poor country due to internal rebellion, and the two siblings were in dire straits, not even owning a television.
But news of Ron, the most powerful and strongest man on Earth, was hard to ignore.
"Why are you here?
Did you come to kill us for your friend Stark?"
Her lips trembled, slightly afraid, and her eyes burned with deep-seated hatred.
Wanda felt a bit of despair in her heart. Was this where they would die today? They were so close to seeing the dawn of revenge.
They were just a step away from revenge, but were they to fall here now?
"Come to kill you for Stark?"
Ron shook his head and chuckled.
Looking at the curvaceous Wanda in front of him, it seemed to really prove that saying: big chest, no brain?
It's worth mentioning that both siblings' thought processes were somewhat abnormal.
Their hometown, Sokovia, had been ravaged by war due to internal strife many years ago, and it had not been resolved even now.
The siblings' parents died in that disaster. If it weren't for young Wanda having awakened her abilities early, being able to modify probabilities and turn that bomb into a dud, the siblings would have followed in their parents' footsteps.
But after they survived, what they hated most was not the warlords and rebels who started the war, but Tony Stark, who produced those two missiles.
And they had always insisted that Tony Stark, upon learning they were not dead, would surely come to eradicate them to prevent future trouble.
The siblings seemed to have been traumatized and driven mad that year, developing persecutory delusions, and their psychology became somewhat abnormal.
"But thinking about it, after they became orphans at around ten years old, they probably never went to school and lacked family education, so it's not surprising they're not very bright."
He thought to himself.
"You are Ron, the King of Wakanda!"
Pietro, who had just thought the man in front of him looked familiar, finally recognized Ron, and his hair stood on end in fright, his scalp tingling.
The news said that Ron, King of Wakanda, could easily flatten a building with a single punch. If Ron wanted to kill them, wouldn't they surely die?
"Tony Stark can't even afford to hire me."
Misunderstood again, Ron became expressionless.
"This is not the place to talk."
He activated his super speed and instantly appeared behind the two.
Bang!
Before the two could react, he activated psychic teleportation.
Wakanda, in the King's Estate.
"Where is this?"
Wanda and Pietro appeared, standing close together, looking around in surprise and fear. Even the bright and solemn Villa and estate brought them no sense of security.
Ron slowly sat down on the sofa, picked up a glass of red wine, and gently swirled it.
"This is Wakanda, my place."
"Wakanda?
Ron, what do you want to do to us?"
Wanda bit her silver teeth, gathered her courage, and took on her sisterly responsibility, stepping in front of Pietro.
"Whatever you want, do it to me. Leave my brother alone."