Beach villa.
Tony stared at the guy flying around in silver armor on the screen, with a complicated expression on his face.
Anger, disdain, and a hint of fear that he himself didn't want to admit... fear.
"How dare you plagiarize me!"
"JARVIS, check it out for me, who is this bastard?"
"No information yet, sir."
Tony's face was as ugly as it was. He had to admit that the power output and defensive performance of the opponent's armor were much better than his Mark III model.
JARVIS repeatedly compared the data and finally came to the conclusion: the power output of the opponent's armor is 47% higher than the current model, and the chance of winning in a head-on attack is less than 30%.
This is no longer plagiarism, but crushing.
Tony gritted his teeth and admitted.
So for the next month or so, he locked himself in the studio again to modify and upgrade his armor.
However, the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop.
In the past month, the counterfeit Iron Man has become popular on the Internet. First, he destroyed more than ten armed strongholds on Afghanistan, and then showed off a wave of low-altitude penetrations on North Atlantic Treaty Organization. The limelight directly overshadowed his real owner.
Tony almost smashed the champagne he had just opened when he came out and learned the news.
However, new bad news came.
After staying up late for many days, Tony felt a cramping pain in his chest, and the phlegm that came out was bloodshot.
Tony was so frightened that he checked himself out and found out that he was poisoned!
"Sir, the palladium toxin in Arc Reactor penetrates into your body along your bloodstream."
"If not handled in time, life safety will be endangered."
Tony panicked, especially after discovering that there was no cure. Tony was about to give up on himself when JARVIS heard new bad news:
"Sir, to check the latest news, the impostor will hold a press conference at New York Stark Industries Convention and Exhibition Center."
"What? This impostor wants to run wild on me?!"
"We must not allow this counterfeit to continue to thrive."
Tony The most intolerable thing in this life is when someone steals his things and dares to show off by riding on his head.
"JARVIS, put on the armor for me!"
"Sir, your physical condition..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Tony gritted his teeth and allowed Mechanical Arm to cover his whole body with Mark V, "I want to see which bastard dares to steal my Stark title!"
The golden-red armor soared into the sky, piercing the New York night sky, and headed straight for the convention and exhibition center.
The press conference at the Convention and Exhibition Center was crowded with people.
The flashbulbs were on, and reporters were squeezing their heads to get a front-row seat.
Obadiah·Stane stood at the side of the stage, with a smile on his face that could not be hidden.
Two months ago, he followed Fu Haoran's advice and deleted all important data from his computer.
Sure enough, not long after, Tony's beautiful assistant Pepper Potts sneaked into his office and touched the computer.
This made Obadiah relieved, but at the same time he was a little more wary of Fu Haoran, his collaborator.
However, after the other party got the production line given by him, he disappeared.
Apart from occasional phone calls, Obadiah never saw each other again.
Obadiah is very satisfied with this. Every critical moment, the other party will give important suggestions.
For example, let Ivan become Iron Man first and steal the show.
Now, the military has shown strong interest and plans to purchase large quantities.
However, none of this is the highlight.
The next performance is the final killer move.
As long as that playboy Tony can't help but take action, he will have a chance to get rid of the opponent.
By then, the entire Stark Industries group will belong to him!
Obadiah looked down at the stage and raised his chin to Ivan beside him. "Go ahead, you are the protagonist today. After this press conference, the whole world will know who is the real father of Arc Reactor."
Ivan twitched the corner of his mouth, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
Now he is replacing Tony step by step.
Not only did he become Iron Man first, he would also steal his industry.
He felt relieved when he thought that Tony's face would turn the color of pig liver with anger when he saw the news.
The silver armor slowly landed on the stage.
The mask popped up, revealing the cynical face of Ivan.
Facing the dazzling flashlight, he raised his hand in greeting, and his English with a strong Russian accent spread throughout the venue through the speakers:
"The Iron Suit circulating on the Internet is the latest result of my independent research and development, Ivan·Vanko!"
"I am Iron Man!"
The reporters went absolutely crazy.
The shutter clicked and the flash almost illuminated the venue into daylight.
On the big screen of the stock market outside the venue, the stock price of Stark Industries skyrocketed, and Obadiah smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed to a slit.
Ivan looked at the craziness in the audience, the smile on his lips became thicker, and he added, "As for Tony·Stark? He is just a loser who lives on his father's inheritance. The real Arc Reactor technology has never belonged to the Stark family."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang exploded from the top of the venue.
A golden-red figure broke through the glass dome and hit the center of the stage hard.
The shock wave instantly overturned the reporters in the front row. The camera fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of the lens shattering was heard one after another.
The golden-red armor stood firmly, the mask popped open, Tony·Stark raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ivan, the disdain in his tone almost overflowed:
"Oh? Iron Man? Why didn't I know that Stark Industries also has this kind of pirated OEM business?"
He raised his finger and pointed at the inverted triangular reactor on Ivan's chest, and sneered, "Which toy store did you get this thing on your chest? The scraps in my garage are more exquisite than this thing."
The reporters in the audience were instantly shocked.
"Two Iron Man?!"
"Who is real?"
Obadiah's face changed, and he rushed up to hold Tony: "Tony, calm down, take a step to speak, don't go crazy here!"
"Crazy?" Tony shook him off and sneered, "You stole my technology, took my reputation, and you still call me crazy?"
His eyes fell on the Ivan reactor again, and his sarcasm became even more intense. "A pirated copy is a pirated copy. No matter how similar it is, it's still scrap material discarded in my garage. It's cheap and ridiculous."
Ivan is no less venomous than Tony, and immediately started to ridicule. "Really, did you create it before me, or make it public before me?"
"You are just a bastard who is jealous of me being in the spotlight and ran out to grab the candy. Oh, no, you are an orphan without parents..."
The next second, Tony raised his hand without warning, and the transmitter in his palm was instantly charged, and a blazing white Las-cannon blasted out.
Ivan looked at Tony losing control and sneered in his heart.
He didn't dodge and took the shot forcefully.
Laser hit his chest armor, and his whole body flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and hit the steel structure background board hard backstage.
There was a roar.
The scenery board more than ten meters high collapsed, burying him firmly in the rubble.
Ivan Although the breastplate has a dent, its internal structure is intact.
What he wants is evidence that Tony made the first move.
"That guy Fu is indeed right. As long as he mocks Tony for not having parents, he will lose his mind."
"Now that it's fine, we can do it openly."
Ivan shouted into the call channel, "Okay, everyone, do it!"
Ivan thought he had found a group of mercenaries, but he didn't know that these free mercenaries were all Reincarnator.
At the same time, Obadiah looked at the out-of-control scene, quietly retreated backstage, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. "Let those mercenaries come out, I want both Tony and Ivan to die."
Obadiah couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth.