Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

"Get ready. We're jumping."

"What?!"

"Another mile forward, and we'll be landing in their backyard!"

Panic-stricken, Happy pulled out a map and carefully verified their location. After confirming, he pressed the intercom button to contact the cockpit. Following Chu Yang's suggestion, he prepared for the jump.

However, the pilots didn't respond and kept flying straight ahead.

Happy anxiously pressed the button several more times. "Damn it! Of all times for it to break!"

"It's not broken—it's sabotage," Chu Yang whistled. "They're handing us over on a silver platter, idiot."

"Sabotage?" Happy blinked in confusion, his foolishness showing.

Chu Yang explained, "It's not the military; it's someone inside Stark Industries. Someone high up wants Tony Stark dead in Afghanistan."

"Last night, that woman named Pepper not only notified the military but also informed someone high-ranking in your company. The intel leaked. Now they plan to send us to join Tony Stark and make it look like an accident."

Happy slammed his fist on the seat, his expression grim. Even he could read between the lines now—Chu Yang didn't need to spell out the culprit's name.

"What now? The cockpit is bulletproof. We can't break in."

Happy paced anxiously inside the cabin.

Chu Yang walked up to the cockpit door. With a few punches, the specially reinforced door bent and buckled.

Happy stood there frozen before slowly giving Chu Yang a thumbs-up.

Inside, the pilot panicked and reached for his gun, but Chu Yang's fist landed on his temple, bursting his helmet—and his eyeballs—on impact.

The co-pilot, terrified, raised his hands in surrender.

"Grab the control stick! Now!" Chu Yang barked.

The co-pilot scrambled to hold the stick.

"Where are the parachutes?"

"Under our seats."

"Only two?"

"Yes, just two."

"Let me guess—this plane was rigged to crash, right?"

"…Yes."

Chu Yang grabbed the two parachute packs and gave the co-pilot a sympathetic look.

Clutching the stick like his life depended on it, the co-pilot knew that, from this moment, his fate was tied to the plane.

Chu Yang tossed a parachute to Happy. Once he was strapped in, Chu Yang opened the cabin door and kicked Happy out. Then he jumped right after him.

"Aaaaaahhh!"

"Operation Save Private Tony begins now!"

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In the desert, where mountains and wastelands intersect, caves form—perfect for terrorists. These caves, with their winding tunnels, serve as natural military bases, blocking air reconnaissance.

And right now, America's most famous playboy, Tony Stark, was stuck in one of these caves.

Stripped of his suit and luxuries, the billionaire wore nothing but an oil-stained tank top, looking utterly disheveled.

A crude electromagnetic device protruded from his chest. After being wounded by his own missile, fragments of shrapnel were lodged in his body.

The electromagnetic device kept these fragments from reaching his heart via the bloodstream.

A man named Yinsen had performed surgery on Tony and built the device. Yinsen would later play a crucial role in Tony becoming Iron Man.

The terrorists wanted Tony to build weapons for them. Instead, he and Yinsen conspired to extract palladium from the weapons around them, using it to create a miniature arc reactor to replace the crude device in his chest.

After days of effort, the reactor was complete and working.

Tony unfurled a stack of blueprints under Yinsen's curious gaze.

"This is art," Yinsen marveled at the design of the iron suit. "But… will it really work?"

"Are you doubting me?" Tony raised his head proudly. "Mr. Yinsen, you're speaking to the CEO of Stark Industries, the world's foremost expert in weapon-making!"

Yinsen chuckled but said nothing, rubbing the blueprints thoughtfully between his fingers.

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A week passed…

On the same day Chu Yang and Happy parachuted into the area, the terrorists discovered Tony and Yinsen's secret project.

To buy Tony time, Yinsen grabbed a gun and rushed out to hold off the enemies.

"Hey! Yinsen! Get back here!"

Tony's shouts were met with silence.

"Damn it!"

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Meanwhile, Chu Yang, using his heightened perception, located the terrorists' base and guided Happy to land nearby.

"Lucky us."

"No," Chu Yang smirked. "You should thank those two pilots—they delivered us right to the doorstep."

As Happy spoke, the plane they had arrived on crashed into the mountainside near the base, exploding like a missile impact.

The terrorists poured out of the base, filling the area with armed men.

Happy's mouth went dry. He coughed awkwardly. "Maybe we should wait for the military. Pepper was right—this is a job for professionals."

Chu Yang shot him a disdainful look. "Now's the best time to strike. If they retreat into the caves, we'll have a harder time getting in."

"Why not sneak in? Ever seen a spy movie? We could sneak in like spies."

Chu Yang scoffed. "Not with your body. Spies aren't this fat."

Happy: "…"

Do you have to insult me at a time like this?

He sighed, ready to take a bullet for Chu Yang if needed.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted from the cave.

Happy's face changed, and he dashed forward, too fast for Chu Yang to stop him.

If Happy rushed in alone, he'd be riddled with bullets.

Chu Yang quickly used Wood Release. A vine shot from the ground, tripping Happy and sending him rolling to a stop behind cover.

He found himself surrounded by weapons and ammo.

The terrorists hadn't noticed them yet.

Chu Yang signaled Happy to throw something.

Happy grabbed a grenade from the pile and tossed it into the crowd.

BOOM!

The explosion tore through the terrorists, leaving many dead and wounded.

Without hesitation, Happy kept hurling grenades, sending the remaining terrorists scattering in panic.

Chu Yang, meanwhile, pulled out a deck of cards. Infused with Haki, the cards flew silently through the air, slicing enemies' heads clean off.

The bodies slumped, their brains sliding out like fresh tofu.

Fortunately, Happy was too focused on throwing grenades to witness the gruesome scene.

The terrorist leader, hearing the commotion, thought the military had arrived and ordered reinforcements back outside.

Inside the cave, only a few terrorists remained, with Yinsen still holding them at bay.

Happy, peeking from his cover, noticed the silence.

"Where's Chu Yang? Did he… get shot?"

Steeling himself, Happy ran out, firing wildly.

One bullet grazed Chu Yang's hair.

"You idiot…"

Chu Yang nearly hurled a card at him in frustration.

When Happy realized there were no more gunshots except his own, he looked around in confusion.

"Where'd the terrorists go?"

"They're at your feet."

Happy glanced down—and promptly turned green.

"Ugh…"

While Happy retched, Chu Yang slipped into the dark cave.

In the pitch-black depths, something stirred.

Click. The sound of a gun's trigger echoed.

But Chu Yang was faster.

With a flick of his wrist, a card sliced through the darkness.

"Argh!"

The terrorist leader hidden in the darkness cradled a severed hand, growling softly in pain.

Agony and terror twisted his face into a grotesque grimace.

He couldn't fathom how Chu Yang had discovered him.

Suppressing the pain from his severed hand, the leader hoisted an RPG and fired a shot toward Chu Yang's location.

Unfortunately, Chu Yang had predicted his move. The moment the RPG was fired, Chu Yang vanished without a trace.

"F***!"

The leader looked as though he'd seen a ghost.

As he was about to reload for another shot, the door behind him exploded open with a thunderous bang.

A gleaming, cold steel suit of armor emerged in front of him.

The leader was dumbfounded.

Boom!

The armor raised a mechanical arm and blasted him away with a cannon shot.

"Yinsen?!"

Tony, piloting the armor, looked around anxiously and finally spotted Yinsen lying on the ground—alongside another person. Immediately, Tony launched an attack.

To avoid injuring Yinsen with his cannon, he switched to his flamethrower, intending to force the other figure away.

A jet of high-temperature flames shot straight out.

When Chu Yang saw Iron Man appear, he thought the situation was under control, and he approached Yinsen to tend to his injuries.

He never expected Tony to mistake him for an enemy!

Just as the flamethrower ignited...

Chu Yang flicked a card, slicing off the alloy barrel that extended toward him.

Tony: "???"