At this moment, Killian's smug smiling face popped up on the TV, along with George Stacy's forced, awkward, and embarrassed smile.
"My A.I.M. is not a small-time enterprise, but a multinational group with the greatest biomedical technology and military strength in the entire U.S."
"A.I.M.'s security is also world-class, every single one is an elite among retired soldiers, a one-in-a-thousand elite, no one can break through A.I.M.'s security system."
"A mere Headless Maniac squad is not worth mentioning."
"Arrogant? I'm not arrogant, I'm confident."
"I'll say it here, I, Killian, will be waiting in the A.I.M. building. Those pathetic rats who only dare to hide in the shadow, if you have the guts, come and take my head."
He's just asking to die at this point.
Originally, Aaron had thought of letting A.I.M. live a little longer. But now it seems, if he didn't take Killian's head tonight, how could he continue to operate?
"Alright, then I'll grant your wish."
Aaron immediately called Erik.
They're just a bunch of Extremis Soldiers, look how Killian is boasting.
Does he really think that by repelling a few Symbiotes, he's the king?
He immediately started blasting Aaron Industries and Stark Industries, and even included Fisk Industries and Hammer Industries.
Who doesn't know that the leader in biomedical technology is Aaron Industries ?
Who doesn't know that the Big Boss of the Arms Industry was the former Stark Industries and now Hammer Industries?
The Fisk Industries has been reduced to a small, insignificant company playing house.
Aaron didn't care that Killian was blasting Stark and other companies, but he couldn't tolerate someone secretly slandering him.
"Boss, what are your orders?" Erik's powerful voice came from the other end.
Aaron vaguely heard the sound of Crossfire coming from that side.
"What are you doing?"
A scream came from that side.
"I'm still in Sokovia! The local gangs are incredibly rude, they actually dared to bomb my private jet!"
"Oh, and boss, those mercenaries targeting the group and all related organizations associated with them have been completely rooted out."
"Absolutely no one was mistakenly killed, and not a single one was allowed to escape!"
Aaron raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and said, "Charles?"
"I'm here!"
It was still Erik's voice, but it was much softer.
"Mr. Miracle, I was worried about Erik killing innocent people indiscriminately, so I've been helping him choose targets during this time."
Good grief, you two really are best buddies. Even when doing a mission, you have to go together and you even share a body.
Charles, how little faith do you have in Erik?
Aaron felt he had misunderstood.
Charles is a goody two shoes? I think he's quite ruthless when he takes action.
When it comes to killing, he's even more efficient.
Aaron was silent for a moment. "You did very well. Keep it up."
"Understood, Boss."
Erik's voice switched back again.
Aaron gave up the idea of asking Erik to take action, and instead thought of the Cybertronians.
Originally, the Cybertronians were also hired muscle. Let them make a move this time.
"Let these fools witness the technology of the future."
Aaron stood up and walked onto the balcony.
His thoughts surged and a rift suddenly tore open in the New York sky.
Following a deafening Dragon roar, a steel Dragon, with a wingspan of over two hundred meters and a length exceeding forty meters, emerged from the rift.
It was none other than Dragonstorm, formed by the Twelve Guardian Knights.
And atop the Dragonstorm's head, there were three women, as well as Bumblebee, who stood ten meters tall.
They were Mikaela, Carly, and Tessa.
After Tessa, along with her father Cade, was saved by Aaron during the restoration of Earth, the rebellious Tessa found a chance to follow a Tractor Autobot and sneaked onto the spaceship.
She came along to Cybertron and was teleported to the Marvel Universe.
Aaron had sensed Tessa's aura back when he opened the Teleportation Gate. At the time, he didn't pay attention to this bonus item.
But now it seems Tessa and Carly have a decent relationship?
"Great Dominator of Cybertron, Dragonstorm (Bumblebee) greets you."
Dragonstorm flew over New York, using the cover of night. Not many people noticed its presence.
"Dragonstorm, Bumblebee, go destroy A.I.M. for me, and then blow up the head of an idiot named Killian."
"Oh, and don't harm this person."
Aaron input George's picture into their data.
It was impossible for him to personally act just because Killian provoked him.
Killian wasn't worthy.
In Aaron's eyes, Killian was only fit to sit at the children's table.
"As you wish, Great Dominator." Dragonstorm slightly lowered its enormous head.
Aaron waved his hand, sending Carly and the others down.
Then Dragonstorm spread its wings and, taking Bumblebee with it, vanished into the night.
Meanwhile, under the dark night sky of Manhattan.
A few pedestrians, walking lightly, felt a gust of strong wind, along with a Dragon roar. They looked up, watching the fleeting giant black shadow. Then they shook their heads.
"Did you see that? What was that thing?"
"I guess it must have been some kind of large bird?"
"A large bird? Was it as big as me? Haha!"
At this moment.
A.I.M.
Because of the attack, a large number of reporters, media outlets, and Police had gathered there.
Since Killian strongly demanded that no one be allowed entry, citing company secrets, the reporters and Police could only wait outside the building, hoping for a chance to get firsthand information.
"Officer Stacy, I've told you, we don't need the Police's help here. Our company's security forces are sufficient to handle any crisis."
"Instead of wasting taxpayer money standing around here doing nothing, you might as well go guard Fisk Industries. Perhaps you'll find an unexpected harvest there?"
At the entrance of the building, Killian completely ignored George's grim expression and dismissed him.
"Mr. Killian, the remarks you just made could potentially put your company in danger. We are the professionals when dealing with these dark forces."
George suppressed the urge to draw his gun and shoot the bastard, speaking earnestly.
"Hahaha, did you hear what they said? They're the professionals?" Killian smiled at a bald assistant who looked intimidating.
"Fine, if you want to stand guard, go ahead. I'm going to sleep now."
"They are just a bunch of rats in the shadows, there's no need for such a fuss."
As Killian passed the bald assistant, he instructed, "Don't use your ability in public, and keep a close eye on these damned Police. Our secrets cannot be exposed."
The bald man nodded, his cold gaze fixed on George.
A cruel smile appeared on his lips.
Having finished speaking, Killian turned and left.
In his mind, he was still thinking about the Headless Maniac and Aaron Industries.
Killian could vaguely guess the purpose of the Headless Maniac's attack.
Previously, in order to obtain the biotech secrets of Osborn Industries, he had a group of people infiltrate it under the name of the Ten Rings Gang. However, those fools failed.
As Aaron Industries grew stronger, Killian temporarily gave up the idea of offending them.
But unexpectedly, trouble still arrived.
Killian's expression was cold. "Aaron... I hope you realize the gap between us, otherwise..."
"Hmph!"