But Tony was not afraid of these challenges. He believed his intelligence and courage were enough to overcome any difficulty.
Obadiah stood in his spacious yet somewhat desolate office. Outside the window was the bustling city at night, but there was not a trace of appreciation in his eyes—only deep gloom.
A subordinate hurried in and reported that Pepper Potts had gone to see Tony. It was like a stone cast into the already turbulent sea of his heart, stirring even greater waves.
"Forget it. It's time to solve this problem."
Obadiah murmured.
As long as he obtained that Power Armor prototype and successfully presented it to the Department of Defense and the military, Tony Stark's whereabouts would no longer be the focus of public attention.
After all, in this profit-driven world, a powerful weapon was far more likely to interest those at the top than a missing genius inventor.
He took an exquisite black box from the depths of a drawer. When he opened it, a device that appeared ordinary yet bristled with technology lay inside—the Sonic and High Electromagnetic Wave Generator.
This was his secret weapon, capable of instantly paralyzing a target's entire body and robbing them of the ability to resist.
A cold smile curled across Obadiah's lips, as though he could already see his victory.
The two small glowing objects he wore on his ears were jammers, capable of blocking the effects and preventing him from accidentally injuring himself.
Meanwhile, Tony Stark sat in his makeshift workshop, surrounded by scattered electronic components and blueprints.
Ever since destroying the Gulmira Weapons Depot, he had been trying to make up for the mistakes caused by his past greed and negligence.
He planned to use his technology to infiltrate Stark Industries' database, find the weapon order records that had