"Achoo!" Roadhog of a teammate—oh, no, Justin Hammer sneezed.
He had the feeling someone was cursing him, but he did not pay it much mind. After all, today was a happy day.
Ivan's appearance in the previous racing event had thrown everything into chaos. Justin had watched the entire battle on television. He saw Ivan beat Iron Man to a pulp, and he knew his opportunity had arrived.
Justin had suffered a huge loss at the previous hearing. Hydra had exploited his desire to obtain Iron Man's armor. How could he have known that such a highly respected senator was actually one of Hydra's men? He had been led around by the nose the entire time.
After the hearing ended, both the military and the Department of Defense were deeply dissatisfied with Justin and canceled their contract with him.
Justin, like Tony in the past, was an arms dealer. Once he had connections with the government, everything he did would go smoothly. That was why he hated Tony so much that he wanted to strangle him to death.
Ivan's appearance gave him hope. If this man could help him create armor even stronger than Iron Man's, he could finally vent his anger and take Tony down a peg.
Honestly, that was the extent of Justin's ambition.
For a nouveau riche like Justin, getting a prisoner out of jail was no more difficult than making a phone call.
And so, he successfully found a scapegoat, rescued Ivan—who had originally been destined to rot in prison—and brought him here.
When Ivan opened his eyes, he found himself in a brightly lit space. It seemed to be a massive hangar, because a private jet stood right in front of him.
Beneath the private jet was, surprisingly, a dining table. A blond man in