Return to Los Angeles

Virginia Potts, waving Tony Stark's banner, received all sorts of privileges—animals going through security, exclusive VIP lanes, wheelchair escorts, VIP lounge reception—it was as if she were walking around the airport as if it were her own home.

Kitty, who was most likely to be harassed, wasn't even put in a cage; she was simply led onto the plane on a chain. Even the various certificates and quarantine documents that Henry had prepared, obtained from New York and Los Angeles in the past, were not used at all.

The crew's service was impeccable, with two experienced pilots and a very attractive flight attendant. All the care and service on the plane were extremely attentive, and even the drinks were plentiful.

Unfortunately, of the Passenger on board, one couldn't get drunk, two were minors, and one was elderly and needed to control their drinking. The only person who could drink freely was Virginia Potts, but she was in charge of everyone's itinerary, so of course she couldn't get drunk.

The crew members, however, all showed a friendly attitude towards the Tabby Cat. They were neither surprised nor frightened, as if this 600-pound behemoth was really just a kitten.

Such an attitude could only mean that Virginia Potts, when selecting crew members, not only informed them beforehand but also specifically chose some brave individuals. Only then could they calmly face a gigantic "Tabby Cat."

The destination of the flight was not Los Angeles International Airport, but Santa Monica Airport. This is a small to medium-sized airport near the West Side and the beach, specializing in serving private jets and business charter flights.

As Henry stepped off the boarding stairs, he was surprised to find a limousine already parked beside the tarmac. A familiar face was waiting next to the limousine.

"Happy." "Henry." Happy Hogan, Tony Stark's head Bodyguards, personally drove the car. Several less experienced men stepped forward to help carry the luggage.

After a handshake and greeting, Henry joked, "The young master has sent out his right and left arms. Aren't you afraid that when you get back, you'll find a helpless man burying himself in a garbage dump?"

Happy Hogan, having been around the young master longer than Pepper Potts, had developed a much more slick and jaded personality. He nonchalantly responded to Henry's teasing, "Don't worry, the house's huge, enough for him to squander for a long time. Besides, he's made a new toy and can't wait to show it off to you."

"I knew that guy's name mentioning me was important; it couldn't be anything good." Henry hooked his arm around Happy Hogan's shoulder. "Let's make a deal. What does he want to show off? You give him a hint, okay?"

"That definitely won't do. If Tony finds out I told you first, I'll be in big trouble."

Henry turned his head to look at Virginia Potts, who was probably also in the know. Sure enough, the girl immediately shook her head vigorously, pursed her lips tightly, and refused to say anything.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk, then don't." Forcing two working-class people is pointless. At most, if Tony Stark goes too far, one punch will send him back to the moon. That'll prove the point of "Make United States Great Again."

Turning our attention back to the extended limousine in front of us, this type of car, unique to United States, was the ultimate expression of the former automotive empire's extravagant wealth. "Happy, what brings you here in a car like this?"

"I heard from Pepper that there are four of you with a big Tiger. Including me and her, I couldn't possibly bring a bus to pick you up. We don't have enough vehicles for the welcoming party, so I just brought this car."

Henry was quite surprised to see the car logo. It wasn't any car brand he recognized; it was a limousine produced by Stark.

"Stark is still building cars?" Henry looked at Happy Hogan with surprise.

The portly former boxer shrugged. "This car is an antique left by Old Man Stark. However, Stark Motors is now part of Stark Industries, producing military vehicles."

"The research and development and manufacturing of new cars has never stopped; the old man's dream of building a flying car has always remained. Although Tony scoffs at it every time it's mentioned, he's actually secretly playing around with it himself."

The Kryptonian were speechless at this arrogant behavior. Finally, the driver and crew loaded all the luggage into the car, and Happy Hogan opened the door. "Everyone, please get in. Tony's been waiting to meet you all."

"Get in the car." Catherine Hepburn climbed into the car first, pulling Kitty along with her.

August in Southern California is characterized by sunny, dry days with very little rain, so Los Angeles residents take every opportunity to go to the beach to cool off and enjoy the water.

As the limousine drove onto the coastal highway and the beach and sea came into view, Skye and Lorna pressed their faces against the car window, shouting excitedly, "Look, it's the sea!" "And the beach!" "Bikini girls!" "Big-butt beauties!"

Not content with just screaming, the two girls turned to Henry with excited expressions. "We've already bought our swimsuits in New York, can we go to the beach now?"

Lorna, however, hadn't forgotten her desire to surf. "Henry, you said we could just buy the surfboard here, no need to bring it from New York. I think I just saw a surf shop, can we go check it out?"

To the untrained eye, judging solely by their voices, they would seem to be two playful little girls under ten. Who would guess they are already sixteen, the prime of their youth?

It's fair to say that they lacked many things in their childhood; their tomboyishness stems from past experiences where they needed this facade to protect themselves. When they have the chance to make up for it, they won't care how old they are now or what they should look like.

"But now is certainly not the right time to go play," Henry advised the two girls. "No need to rush, the beach won't grow legs and disappear. Besides, what we see here are all public beaches."

"Don't be dazzled by those handsome men and beautiful women in swimsuits. Didn't you see that although the crowd isn't as dense as sardines, there's not much space available for any activities?"

"Surfing goes without saying. Besides avoiding people swimming and playing in the water, as well as those riding Motorcycle, there's also the etiquette to follow among surfers. With so many people waiting in line, how many times do you think you can actually ride? Not to mention you're a beginner and need practice."

Catherine Hepburn chimed in, "Yes, on Tony Stark's private beach, you can do whatever you want. Isn't that great?" Skye, however, disagreed. "But then the beautiful scenery on the beach is gone. I want to see bikini-clad beauties."

Henry immediately criticized the young girl, "You think you can become like them just by looking at their figures? You're dreaming!"

Before the little girl could pounce on her, Catherine Hepburn smacked Henry on the back of the head. "You silly child! What nonsense are you talking about? But Skye, you have to think about it, if you're playing in a place like this, Kitty won't be able to keep up."

"Do you really think that walking a Tiger so close to people on a crowded beach won't cause any panic or concern? Or are you just thinking about having fun and want to lock Kitty in the car?"

"Okay," Skye said, looking aggrieved.

As if sensing she'd been mentioned, Kitty let out a small growl and nuzzled her head against Skye, much like a cat petting someone. This finally cheered the dejected little girl up from her tears.

Lorna stood by, filled with envy. Why wouldn't this Tiger approach Mutants? This was discrimination! The problem was, even if she wanted to protest, the tiger couldn't understand human language...

The Forgotten Cybertronian - Chapter 1360 Jarvis

Entering the private grounds of the Stark Family mansion, Skye looked at the view from the window with surprise. "Wow, how big is this place? We've been driving here for so long and haven't even seen the house yet."

"We have to walk a little further up before we see it," Henry replied casually.

Lorna Dane, equally impressed but remaining silent, looked at the man who had spoken. "Henry, have you been here before?"

"Back when I was CEO of Stark Studios in Los Angeles, Tony Stark would stay here whenever he came to the West Coast. I came here a few times just to see this young master, so I remember this place. Especially the old buildings." "You mean the old houses that were demolished? What did they look like?" Lorna Dane, a thoughtful listener, answered absentmindedly.

The Kryptonian, on the other hand, unleashed their full arrogance. "It's unclear when the old building was constructed, but it's evident that it was designed to resemble a 19th-century manor house."

"But after Tony Stark moved in, the exterior was ruined and became quite bizarre. Expanding outwards and adding to the upper part were minor issues. What was most unbearable was his tendency to come up with some incomprehensible designs."

"Like the gargoyles used on castles or buildings; a uniquely designed signboard that clashes terribly with the residence itself. Seriously, who would put an advertising sign on their own property?"

The two children, lacking experience, were completely unable to imagine what the old mansion looked like from Henry's description.

However, looking at that thing back then, Henry finally understood why Stark Tower in New York would later have an externally mounted giant Stark sign that was so badly damaged that only the letter "A" remained. That guy's ostentatiousness was truly ingrained in his very being.

What are the main color schemes of the Iron Man armor? Leaving aside the functional suits for special purposes, every single one of those flashy suits is gold and red, so tacky that you could display it at your doorstep as a lucky charm for the Lunar New Year.

However, as they passed the site of the old mansion, Henry exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, I remember this is where the old house was. Wasn't the new house rebuilt on the same site?"

Sitting in the back row as well, Happy Hogan didn't think twice before saying, "They didn't rebuild on the original site. The old house required going up to the second floor to see the vast ocean view. Tony built his new house right on the edge of a cliff, offering a 270-degree panoramic view of the ocean."

"Is this Tony Stark trying to bury his dark past? Even if it's not a reconstruction on the original site, the buildings on the ground have been completely cleared away, leaving not a trace."

"Ha, I don't know that. The new villa is a little over there."

Guided by Happy Hogan, everyone saw Tony Stark's new home. This new villa resembled the cliffside villa in Henry's past life's movie memories, the one that would ultimately be blown up. Malibu Manor consists of two connected buildings, one large and one small, each two stories above ground. The architecture, primarily made of concrete and glass, fully expresses a modern minimalist style, presenting a strong sense of industrial and contemporary feel.

It has to be said that it perfectly reflects Tony Stark's engineer personality. Even the two little girls were speechless with amazement when they saw this uniquely shaped house.

"Can houses be built like this? It looks like..." Skye looked back at Henry, at a loss for words, making it impossible to understand what the girl was trying to say.

So Henry could only give a casual answer, "This kind of rounded building shape is actually a design concept that tramples on land use efficiency and squanders land resources."

"You could say that this kind of waste truly shows that the owner of this building is a guy who doesn't care about money. But in another ten or twenty years, this style will be laughed at as tacky and vulgar."

"A hundred years from now, this style might become a representative example of antique architecture from a certain period in history textbooks. That is, if the building can survive until then."

Leaving aside the Kryptonian, this house will eventually be blown up because of Iron Man's good relationships. Advising Tony Stark to turn his house into a blast bunker now would be considered crazy.

In terms of architectural aesthetics, the two younger ones are not qualified to have a word in edgewise with Henry.

The only person who could speak, an elderly man, seemed to be reminiscing about the past, gazing at the now empty site of the old building. A few palm saplings were planted there; it would take them several more years to grow to maturity.

A limousine was parked at the main entrance, and a few steps away was a strangely shaped swimming pool. Floating on it were swimming rings, inflatable mattresses, and oddly shaped bathtub toys.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, revealing a naturally lit living room, but no one was inside.

Catherine Hepburn, supported by Virginia Potts, entered the house, unsure whether to venture further in. After all, it was quite impolite for the host not to greet her and for a guest to enter the house without permission. However, just as Catherine Hepburn reached the living room sofa, the lights suddenly came on, and a voice said, "Good day, Ms. Hepburn, Mr. Brown, Ms. Putz, and Ms. Dane. Welcome."

Despite her advanced age and numerous ailments, Catherine Hepburn's mind remained remarkably sharp. The familiar voice immediately reminded her of someone from the past. "JARVIS, is that you? How can this be?"

"Ms. Hepburn, I am your 24/7 Artificial Intelligence assistant, codenamed JARVIS (jst_a_rater_very_intellient_system_aka_j. arvis). Not the Edwin JARVIS you know."

"Oh, okay. Where's Tony? I'm going to beat his ass to a pulp. His surprise didn't really surprise Henry, it scared me to death. I thought I was on my way to heaven."

Catherine Hepburn's reaction embarrassed even the Artificial Intelligence. But JARVIS's reply sounded equally intriguing to Henry. "Ms. Hepburn, due to a protection agreement, I cannot reveal the master's location to you."

"But today's banquet is in the living room on the basement level, where there are comfortable sofas and chairs and a beautiful sea view. Chef Wesley has also prepared delicious snacks and afternoon tea."

"You can take the single elevator to the basement level by following the light indicators. Other guests can go down the stairs or wait for the elevator to return."

They clearly mentioned some ridiculous protection agreement and didn't reveal Tony Stark's whereabouts. But JARVIS said so much, almost all of it implying that the young master was there!

The flexibility and responsiveness of this Artificial Intelligence butler are truly unmatched by the programmed robots in our own BB system.

It's said that Red Queen lies and sets traps, JARVIS cleverly bypasses the underlying protocols to do things that shouldn't be allowed. It seems I still need to improve my defenses against Artificial Intelligence, and I can't trust C Mei and Sister too much.

Looking at the lights on the ceiling and the projected indicators on the floor, pointing to the locations of the elevator and stairs respectively, one can tell how much thought Tony Stark put into this intelligent building.

The so-called effort wasn't about transforming the mansion into a robot that could stand up and fight monsters. It was about whether the details were well-thought-out and whether there were reasonable contingency plans. No wonder Tony Stark dared to send Happy Hogan and Virginia Potts out on missions simultaneously. Assuming JARVIS's abilities are comprehensive enough, he certainly wouldn't have to worry about who would take care of him.

This is probably what Tony Stark wants to show off in front of me, Henry thought to himself.

No wonder the person who had seen the baby at the Hepburn Family didn't show any reaction, neither disdain nor envy. It turns out he was waiting here, holding back this big move.

It must be said that, based on first impressions, JARVIS's performance was indeed excellent.