I am Peter Parker- CH-146. Ivan

When Natasha went outside to call Happy, Tony and Peter both got into their respective racing cars. However, Peter's crew felt a little awkward during the final inspection. The staff member was at a loss, unsure where to plug the diagnostic socket into Peter's car, which didn't resemble a typical sci-fi race car of this century.

Seeing the staff member's confusion, Peter smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about this. I should have informed your supervisor earlier. You can just step aside and take a break."

The staff member, visibly relieved, muttered a quick apology before stepping aside with his tablet. Not long after, the other contestants' vehicles also completed their final checks, and the staff quickly left the track. Soon, only the participating cars and drivers remained.

After confirming the venue was clear, the staff in the control room pressed the button to start the race, signaling that it was about to begin. Time passed as the indicator lights lit up and went out one by one. When the final light turned off, all the drivers slammed on the accelerator, and the roar of engines filled the stadium like beasts being unleashed!

With the screech of wheels against the track, the race cars shot forward like arrows. Even though Peter's starting position was at the back, it didn't hinder him at all. He pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the engine of the Tyrant Zero roared to life, propelling him to over 100 kilometers per hour in under a second.

Peter's superhuman reflexes kicked in as he swiftly overtook seven or eight cars. Within half a minute, he caught up to Tony's group. As Peter passed Tony's car, he gave Tony a thumbs up before zooming ahead of him. Tony glanced at the taillights of the Tyrant Zero and sighed, already expecting this result.

Peter's Tyrant Zero was unbeatable as a race car. No other vehicle could compete with its performance. Tony knew that this wasn't even its full power; if it were, it could easily exceed speeds of 500 or 600 kilometers per hour. From the start, Tony didn't view Peter as an opponent. No matter how skilled Tony was, he couldn't match Peter, a superhuman.

After overtaking Tony, Peter quickly passed several other cars. Within minutes, he had gone from last to first place. When the crowd saw Peter take the lead, most of them erupted in excitement, cheering loudly. Only a few fans of other drivers grumbled.

The audience wasn't just thrilled by Peter's rapid ascent from last to first place; they were also captivated by the sleek, futuristic design of his Tyrant Zero, which matched the aesthetic tastes of many of the men present. Despite the crowd's roaring cheers, Peter remained calm, steering with one hand, as though he were on a casual drive instead of an intense F1 race.

Peter kept his focus while asking, "Yue, have you found Ivan?"

Moments later, Yue's voice echoed in Peter's ear, "Peter, I've confirmed that Ivan used a fake identity as a maintenance worker by hacking into the database. I'm still tracking all of Ivan's movements. I expect to locate him soon."

"Okay, I'll leave Ivan to you. Find him as soon as possible!" Peter replied before turning his attention back to the race.

Although he knew the race would end in chaos due to Ivan's impending attack, Peter still wanted to enjoy the thrill of racing for a little longer. A grin spread across his face, "Sean, adjust the engine power to 10%! Let's race for real now!" (Sean is the car's A.I's name)

"Received. Engine power adjusted to 10%." Came Sean's reply from the dashboard. The energy engine behind Peter spun faster, and a light blue shield formed around the yellow body of the Tyrant Zero, slicing through the wind resistance. The car's speed surged past 500 kilometers per hour, zipping across the track like a bolt of orange lightning.

The cameramen stationed along the track struggled to capture the Tyrant Zero's movement. Despite their best efforts, all they could manage were blurry afterimages and gusts of wind as Peter zoomed past. Less than half an hour after the race began, Peter had already completed half a lap and was miles ahead of the second-place racer. Even if Peter stopped for five minutes, no one could catch up.

Peter, feeling unchallenged, stared at the rapidly retreating scenery, bored by the overwhelming advantage. He casually gripped the steering wheel with one hand, showing no sign of excitement despite the high speeds.

"With my reflexes, this car poses no challenge." Peter muttered, "Once I deal with Ivan, I'll go back and fine-tune the Tyrant Zero."

Just as he finished speaking, Peter frowned, sharply turned the steering wheel, and slammed on the brakes. He executed a perfect 180-degree spin at high speed, defying the laws of physics, and reversed direction on the track.

The reason? Yue's voice had come through, reporting that she had located Ivan. Ivan was disguised among the staff and was preparing to enter the track to launch his attack on Tony and the other cars.

Peter's speed had already taken him past Ivan's current location, prompting the sudden U-turn. The spectators were stunned by the maneuver. They couldn't comprehend how Peter had managed to perform a flawless turn at such a high speed without flipping his car. It seemed impossible, even unscientific.

As the crowd tried to make sense of Peter's actions, their attention shifted to Ivan. Dressed in an orange work suit, with a toothpick in his mouth, Ivan calmly strolled onto the track, confusing the spectators further.

Some thought Ivan was attempting suicide. But those thoughts quickly vanished when Ivan walked to the center of the track, and two metal whips slid from his sleeves into his hands. He pressed the button on the arc reactor on his chest, burning away his clothes with an electric current. His exoskeleton was exposed, and the long, electrified whips crackled ominously in his grip.

No matter how oblivious the audience was, they understood at this moment that Ivan was definitely not a staff member hired by the organizer, nor was he someone who wanted to commit suicide. Judging from the simple-looking yet sophisticated high-tech equipment he carried, it was obvious that he was coming for someone!

Pepper, in the restaurant, saw Ivan on TV and covered her mouth in fear, knowing that Tony might pass by here soon. Whatever this weirdo planned to do, Tony would be in great danger. Pepper looked towards the restaurant door, wanting to see if Happy had been called over by Natasha. When she turned around, she saw Happy standing at the door, holding a red suitcase and breathing slightly heavier, clearly having run after being summoned by Natasha.

Pepper immediately stood up and walked quickly to Happy's side, "Happy, let's get in the car with the suitcase. Tony might be in danger later. We have to deliver this to him!"

Happy nodded at Pepper's words, and the two of them rushed toward the Rolls-Royce parked in front of the restaurant. After getting in the car, Happy started it immediately and sped toward the entrance of the track.

Meanwhile, Hammer, still in the restaurant, was watching Ivan on TV with an excited expression, secretly praying that this madman would kill Tony. If that happened, not only could he avenge himself for being made to look bad in front of the Ministry of Defense, but he could also force the Ministry to purchase arms solely from Hammer Industries. Although Hammer knew that the Ministry of Defense had bought a lot of drones from Umbrella some time ago, he did not believe that Umbrella was a qualified competitor. His old arms company was incomparable to this new company. The arms industry, after all, was completely different from other industries!

Returning to the track, Ivan stood in the middle, holding two long metal whips with electric currents flowing through them. When he heard the roar of engines coming from the bend ahead, he immediately got ready. A few seconds later, a red F1 car appeared in Ivan's sight, as he was positioned at the back of the curve. The driver, who had just come out of the corner, had no time to react when he saw Ivan suddenly appear in front of him. He could only watch as Ivan swung the first of his five lightning whips toward him.

The whip cut through the right front of the F1 car like a hot knife through butter, without any resistance. The F1 car flew up, flipped several times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, sliding for dozens of meters due to inertia before finally stopping. Fortunately, the F1 car had excellent protection, and the driver inside did not suffer any injuries. After regaining consciousness, he immediately exited the cab and rushed off the track.

When Ivan destroyed the red F1 car, the roar of another engine soon followed from the other side of the bend. Hearing this, a smile broke out on Ivan's face, along with the toothpick in his mouth. He knew that this racing car was his target, and he would definitely make the thief of the Stark family pay the price!

As Ivan had guessed, as the engine sound grew louder, Tony's blue and white racing car appeared in front of him. The moment Tony's car passed by, Ivan swung the whip for a second time, severing the entire front of Tony's car, including the front wheel. The racing car, traveling at high speed, lost control instantly after being struck by Ivan, just like the previous car, and rolled through the air.

At that moment, an orange racing car sped in from the opposite direction, moving so quickly that people could only see an orange afterimage flashing past their eyes. When the orange racing car was less than ten meters from Tony's car, a black figure suddenly jumped out of the cab. As the figure leapt from the cab, the orange racing car transformed on the spot. A huge change occurred in the air, and in a second or two, it became a nearly ten-meter-tall robot wielding a massive hammer.

After transforming into human form, Tyrant Zero embedded his feet and hammer handle into the ground, leaving three deep grooves on the track, instantly reducing his speed. He then used his free hand to grab Tony's tumbling car in mid-air and gently placed it next to Peter.

Looking at Tony, who was still dazed in the cab, Peter flicked his wrist and cut off the five-point safety belt securing Tony. He lifted Tony out of the cab as if carrying Thor himself, "Tony, you are really popular, but the way your fans express their love is a bit extreme!"

Tony had just regained his senses when he heard Peter's words, and his expression darkened behind the helmet. He had boasted to Peter upon entering the venue about how popular he was, only to have Peter use it against him now.

Tony took off his helmet and immediately noticed the nearly ten-meter-tall Tyrant Zero in front of him. Looking at the towering robot, he was utterly confused. He couldn't fathom how Peter had created such an utterly unscientific machine. How could such a gigantic machine be transformed from a "skinny" F1 racing car? Could it be that Peter had mastered conceptual space compression technology?

After staring at Tyrant Zero for a moment, Tony finally noticed Ivan, who had just attacked him. Seeing Ivan's weathered face, which looked like that of an old man, Tony searched his memory, realizing he had no recollection of Ivan. But why had this man come for him?

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