Steve,

I hope you will never have to read this letter, old friend, because if you can, it means something terrible has happened.

This means I've passed away, or worse.

I feel that this happening is not as expected. To be honest, in the years as Iron Man, I have made hundreds of enemies, and they are eager to die as soon as possible. Moreover, after these incidents recently, perhaps a few old friends also feel the same way. This is completely within my expectations. Although I have never claimed to be a futurist, I have always hoped to think more than others. However, this step may still be far from ahead.

But this letter still talks about looking forward - not backward. What is it, or who makes Iron Man disappear. What matters is what will happen next, or what will happen to the legacy I left behind. I am not talking about those Iron Man armor. If there is no right person in the empty shell, it will be worthless. In fact, there are not many people I can trust and entrust it to.

But, believe it or not, I always trust you. Even on the darkest day—in the time of the civil war—I never stopped believing you.

But as I said, the point of things is not to choose a new Iron Man. Before Iron Man appeared, the world had run smoothly, and after him, the world would still be as usual. The point is my thoughts - my plans and inventions, I hope they can turn this world into a better world. But when I disappear, these plans or inventions may bring more disasters and threats to this unlovely world. So, Steve, this is what I want to ask you to keep a close eye on my inventions and mechas for me.

Although, this will be difficult.

At this moment, the war between us may have ended, but we all know that this will not be the last time. When the right time comes, the world will still need heroes. The world will still need you.

And when the war disappears, I just hope that we will not only be remembered as heroes. I also hope that we will be remembered in the way I have always remembered each other.

As a lifelong friend.

Stark

"This is Fifth Avenue...I am Sam Grot, a trainee officer in the New York Police Department!" Amid the chaotic crowd, the young police officer who had just taken office on his first day, turned on his wireless telephone in a trembling voice.

"We are being attacked by super criminals... Please contact the garrisoned superheroes in this district as soon as possible..."

The next second, the crowd eager to escape screamed and ran past Officer Sam, staggering Sam, who was trying to inform the situation.

Almost at the same time, at the end of the crowd, the terrifying flash of lightning sounded again. After that, cars that had previously parked on both sides of the street were beaten one after another by the two long whips of lightning.

**The whip lock on the upper body turned the toothpick in the mouth, and whipped it down again, instantly whipped off the street sign of Fifth Avenue on the roadside. Then, with a grim smile, the long whip with lightning in his hand twitched towards the bright and fashionable windows on Fifth Avenue in turn.

Among the splashing glass fragments, the plastic model whipped by the light whip in his hand was burning.

Sam, who went to work on the first day, swallowed the spit from his mouth and raised his gun with a calm expression.

"Stop all your attacks immediately! Whiplock!" Sam tried his best to make his voice look threatening, and the black gun-wearing sight in his hand did not dare to leave Whiplock's head at all.

"otherwise……"

"What else?" The tattooed whip lock smiled grimly, and the whip fell with his hands. The long whip glowed with lightning was accurately cut off the slender barrel of the black pistol in Sam's hand.

"Do you think you are a superhero like Tony Stark?!" Bian Lock took a few steps suddenly, and a dusty face almost tightly pressed against Sam's pale face.

"Tony Stark...Iron Man...He is not a hero at all..." Sam, who had a pale face, said with a trembling voice.

"What did you say just now?" Whiplock, with a grim smile, turned the toothpick in his mouth again and asked loudly.

"Tony Stark...Tony Stark is not a hero at all! He is a criminal who should go to prison like you!"

A series of loud laughter roared out of the mouth of the whip lock. The strong man from Russia smiled at the sky as if he suddenly heard an unprecedented joke.

After that, the continuous laughter gradually turned into a roar like a beast.

"So, Tony Stark is really in the 42 prison where super criminals are detained?!" The whiplock, who was laughing, suddenly bent his right leg and his hard knees hit Sam's lower abdomen. Sam, with a pale face, groaned and slowly knelt on the ground.

"I went through a lot of hardships to escape from that prison..." Biansuo raised his right leg again, and his right foot wrapped in hard leather boots kicked Sam's face.

"And that bastard was sent to the place where I just escaped?!"

"Is this world a bit ridiculous?!" Biansuo roared fiercely, while constantly crushing Sam under his feet with the leather boots on his right foot.

Two minutes later, after venting his emotions, he looked at Sam, who was bruised and swollen under his feet, snorted coldly, and raised the two light whips in his hands very calmly.

In the dazzling arc, two light whips thrust hard towards Sam lying on his back on the ground.

With a sniff, two long green arrows broke through the air, shooting at the fiercely standing whip lock and Sam who was unconscious and lying on the ground on his back.

Peng's long arrow, targeting Sam, suddenly exploded about one meter away from Sam, turning into balls of white foam, tightly wrapping Sam unconscious.

The whip lock, like a whip dancing, slashed the white foam that instantly produced. The huge heat energy generated by the long whip burned the white foam completely in almost a few seconds.

At the same time, Sam, who had once lying on his back at the foot of the whip lock, rolled back and forth several times under the whip whip, leaving the whip lock's sight far away.

The same explosion sounded again after a second, and another long arrow shot towards the whiplock exploded in the air like a green arrow in the previous one.

Balls of white mist floated into the air in an instant, and within the next two or three seconds, it condensed into balls of white frost, and then quickly covered the exposed skin of the whiplock at an unbelievable speed.

Thousands of thin needles were pricked and pain appeared in the nervous system of the whip lock.

The fierce whip lock roared wildly, shaking off the white frost condensed on his body. Then he made a mistake with his hands, and the two long light whips made a loud bang. Then, the two light whips were like two long swords rotating at high speed, thrusting hard towards the mysterious archer who appeared a hundred meters behind him at some time.

A hundred meters away, Lu Jian shot his right bow with his right hand, and three long green arrows were almost connected in a line, without exception, hitting the whip lock that was running towards him.
Chapter completed!