At Hammer Industries' Flushing warehouse, Justin Hammer, wearing glasses and looking like a refined scoundrel, roared at Ivan, "You idiot, you madman! Who told you to attack Tony Stark?"
"Me, of course. Who else would it be, you?"
Ivan sneered and casually fed the parrot in its cage.
Hammer was nearly driven mad with rage. Obadiah tried to smooth things over beside him. "Hammer, don't get angry. At the very least, Ivan proved that he's stronger than Tony Stark. I'm sure the Military won't care about this."
In truth, Obadiah was equally dissatisfied with Ivan acting on his own, but he spent so much time with Tony Stark that he was already used to this kind of nonsense.
"This must never happen again. Until the expo, none of you are allowed to leave here."
"Also, I'll change the Battle Suit passwords. Without my approval, none of you can use the Battle Suits again."
Hammer snorted and stormed off. After he left, Ivan and Obadiah both smiled disdainfully. Change the passwords? How stupid would someone have to be to think changing passwords was useful?
"Ivan, you were too impulsive today," Obadiah said.
"Tony Stark isn't stupid. This time, you alerted the enemy. He'll definitely realize there's something wrong with Hammer Industries, which means our original plan can no longer be used."
"If it hadn't been for that Black Battle Suit, I would have killed Tony Stark already."
Ivan did not think he had done anything wrong. "Since we've alerted the enemy, we'll act ahead of schedule. You, me, the Military's War Machine, plus thirty Unmanned Armors kindly provided by Hammer Industries—we can definitely kill Tony Stark."
Obadiah sighed. "Then we can only act early."
Thinking of something, Ivan asked, "By the way, did you move out that extra batch of Arc