Conspiracy Approaches

"I have a question."

Nick Fury heard the voice from behind him and looked at Tony Stark, who had stood up, asking, "Tell me."

"Nathan Hawke, Hawke Group, superheroes. How much do you know?" Tony Stark's expression was very serious at this moment.

"It's dangerous." Nick Fury finished speaking and waved to his subordinates to follow him.

In the bulletproof car.

"Natasha, keep an eye on Vanko Tech's movements, as well as Justin Hammer, Nathan Hawke, and Ivan Vanko. I'll have Coulson and Hawkeye on standby to support you."

Looking at the traffic outside the car window.

"I can feel that a conspiracy against Tony Stark is being planned in secret."

"Yes. I understand." Natasha nodded, ready for battle.

"Father, are you still going to give me a lesson even now?" Tony Stark looked at the new element hidden within the holographic model, knowing his life had been extended. He no longer felt the fear of death's approach or indulged his emotions as he faced his impending demise.

"Sir, Miss Potts sent you an email," Jarvis said.

"Extract the key content."

"Miss Potts has accepted the military's invitation and is asking if you will attend the Iron Legion press conference that Vanko Tech is preparing to hold."

"Did Vanko Tech send me an email?"

"Yes. But because you designed it before, it's currently in my trash. Do you need me to retrieve it?"

"Yes, retrieve the key content." Tony Stark manipulated the holographic projection while listening to the information Jarvis extracted.

"Prepare the clothes and a sports car for me. Also, help me draft an email to Ms. Potts, asking her to come over and go with me." Tony Stark had no intention of letting Ms. Potts go with those military men; if she were to go, it would be in his passenger seat, going with him.

"Vanko Tech? Iron Legion?" Tony Stark muttered disdainfully.

Military testing ground.

Ivan Vanko brought his meticulously designed Iron Armor to the military testing ground, preparing for rigorous testing. The testing ground was filled with various advanced technological equipment and military hardware, with personnel busily making preparations.

Ivan entered the testing ground, drawing everyone's attention. He wore a black lab coat and goggles, appearing focused and confident. Military personnel surrounded him, eagerly anticipating witnessing the true power of this Iron Armor.

A high-ranking military official stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixed on Ivan.

Military Official: "Ivan, can this Iron Armor truly meet our requirements? We need to ensure its stability and reliability."

Ivan calmly looked at the military official and replied with a smile.

Ivan Vanko said proudly, "Sir, I can assure you that this Iron Armor is the finest work I have created through years of effort and research. It possesses a powerful propulsion system and advanced weaponry, capable of playing a significant role on the battlefield."

The military official nodded, signaling Ivan to continue the demonstration.

Ivan Vanko walked to the center of a large simulated battlefield, donned the Iron Armor's helmet, and began controlling its movements. The armor immediately activated, emitting a roaring sound that stirred excitement and curiosity among the assembled personnel.

Ivan Vanko: "Now, I will demonstrate the Iron Armor's mobility and firepower."

The armor swiftly ascended into the air, showcasing excellent hovering and maneuverability. Afterward, a pair of rocket boosters deployed from its back, propelling it toward a distant point like a rocket. Cameras on the battlefield tracked the armor's movements, capturing the spectacular scene.

Landing rapidly on the testing ground, Ivan controlled the armor to raise one arm. The device in the center of its palm opened, revealing a rotating bullet launcher. He aimed at a distant target and gently pressed a button.

Instantly, a torrent of bullets shot out from the center of the armor's palm, like a deadly fiery serpent, piercing directly through the target. The target was instantly burned through, turning to ash, demonstrating the armor's powerful suppressive firepower.

Next, Ivan adjusted the armor's stance, and the weapon system on its other arm was revealed. It was a row of missile launchers, each missile loaded with a high-explosive warhead.

Ivan locked onto a group of moving targets and pressed a button. The missile launchers immediately activated. A series of fiery trails shot out from the launchers, heading straight for the targets. The missiles flew rapidly through the air before precisely hitting their targets, triggering massive explosions and shockwaves.

The targets on the battlefield were completely destroyed by the armor's assault, debris scattering everywhere, and smoke filling the air. Ivan's armor displayed formidable firepower, leaving everyone stunned and in awe.

Rumble...

After a short while, the armor returned to the testing ground and landed on the surface. Ivan opened the armor's canopy and stepped out to face the military officials and personnel.

The military official's expression was one of satisfaction, and he praised Ivan.

Military Official: "This is a remarkable achievement, Ivan. Your Iron Armor has indeed met our expectations. It will become a vital weapon for our military."

Ivan Vanko smiled, feigning pride and contentment.

Ivan Vanko: "Thank you for your praise, sir. I believe this Iron Armor will bring a significant advantage to our forces, protecting our country and our people."

Applause and exclamations echoed throughout the testing ground, with everyone expressing admiration for Ivan's accomplishment. Ivan realized that his efforts had not been in vain; his creation would bring greater safety and protection to the world.

The promotion was highly successful, and Ivan Vanko's Vanko Tech immediately secured a $5 billion military order, an initial order for a military program named Iron Force.

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots." Ivan Vanko was filled with disdain for these people internally.

The Iron Armor he sold to the military was merely some shoddy scrap metal. The Eisenach Legion, which he was truly manufacturing, would be the harbinger of death for the Stark family.

"You're saying you can't reach Justin Hammer?" Nathan Hawke listened as his secretary entered.

"Yes, according to Justin Hammer's secretary, Justin Hammer went to a military base, reportedly for private matters."

"Alright, you can go now." Nathan Hawke waved his hand.

Nathan Hawke pondered, tapping his fingers on his desk, "It seems Ivan Vanko has already made his move. What kind of conspiracy could it be? I'm truly looking forward to it."

The sound of camera shutters was incessant.

Nathan Hawke, Tony Stark, the military, politicians, capitalist magnates, celebrities... they all made their appearances in turn.

The press conference was held in a large, modern exhibition hall. Tall glass walls let in bright light, illuminating the entire venue. A massive screen displayed the Vanko Tech logo, showcasing the prospects of future technology.

Numerous media representatives and audience members sat in their seats, eagerly anticipating witnessing this exciting moment. The atmosphere in the hall was tense yet exhilarating, with everyone filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Suddenly, the stage lights focused on the center, and Ivan Vanko walked out from backstage, dressed in a black suit. A sly smile played on his lips, exuding confidence and authority. Ivan walked to the podium, meeting the expectant gazes of the audience.

"Distinguished guests, thank you all for coming. Today, I have the honor of presenting to you Vanko Tech's latest achievement – the Iron Legion!" Ivan's voice boomed throughout the venue, drawing a round of applause and cheers.

The giant screen displayed a prototype of a metallic armor, with each part glowing with a blue light. The design of the Iron Legion was unique and advanced, showcasing Ivan's engineering talent and creativity.

"The Iron Legion will be the protectors of the future, possessing powerful firepower and combat capabilities. They are not just machines; they are my perfect interpretation of technology," Ivan's voice was filled with pride and self-satisfaction.

The screen then switched to a live combat demonstration. The Iron Legion units appeared one by one, each armor boasting a unique appearance and function. Some were equipped with powerful weaponry, while others possessed high-speed maneuverability and stealth capabilities.

Ivan's words were full of passion and drive: "The Iron Legion will be a force for maintaining peace; they will shoulder the responsibility of protecting the world. Their existence will change the way wars are fought, making humanity safer and stronger!"

The audience was awestruck by the power and advanced technology of the Iron Legion, with cheers and applause erupting continuously. They took out their recording devices, capturing this historic moment.

As the press conference neared its end, Ivan Vanko, with a smile, announced loudly, "I want to thank everyone for their support and attention. The future of Vanko Tech will be filled with infinite possibilities! Remember, the future belongs to us!"

Everyone stood up and applauded, expressing their admiration for Ivan's Iron Legion and Vanko Tech. The press conference concluded in a fervent atmosphere, with Ivan's plans and technological achievements successfully capturing global attention and acclaim.

"Tony, what do you think? A friend in the military told me a general already placed an advance order for five billion dollars," Rhodey asked Tony Stark, who was flirting with Miss Potts beside him.

"Just so-so," Tony Stark replied nonchalantly.

"Really?" Rhodey frowned and asked doubtfully.

"Of course, my armor can handle these legions with great ease," Tony Stark said with a look of self-evidence.

"I mean, do they have any merits?" Rhodey had to rephrase his question.

"Merits?" Tony Stark looked at his friend in surprise. Then, he said uncertainly, "Cheap?"

"Uh." Rhodey was speechless but understood Tony's implied meaning: when equipping the military, at least the products must meet military standards and be qualified.

"Didn't I give you an Iron Armor? Mine is much better than this scrap metal," Tony Stark said, noticing Rhodey's expression.

Rhodey just smiled and said nothing.

The cost of your Iron Armor and its manufacturing has stumped our military researchers. How can you even mention it?