Night. Rain.
New York Daily News Building, interview studio.
Under the soft lights stood two chairs, where a man and a woman sat facing each other before the cameras.
"Mr. Stark, while many people approve of your business strategy of licensing steel armor, there is also a considerable number of opponents.
They believe that as steel armor becomes more widespread, the gap between poor nations and wealthy nations will grow even wider.
At the same time, if this kind of armor falls into the hands of terrorist organizations, it will bring tremendous disaster to this world..."
The one speaking was a beautiful blonde host with big waves in her hair. She sat in the chair on the left, her red lips gleaming alluringly under the lights, her black stockings wrapping around her flesh-toned legs and making them look even more tempting.
"Mr. Stark, what do you think of that view?"
Opposite her, [Tony], dressed in a crisp white suit and a dark-red tie, drew his appreciative gaze back from her legs and sneered without the slightest concern.
"A rotten view. It's all the same old tune. When cars first came out, coachmen thought the same thing.
The emergence of any new weapon is bound to eliminate some old equipment, just like firearms eliminated swords. This is the inevitability of history.
So everyone who clings to that view is worrying over nothing!"
"Mr. Stark, I just noticed that you used the word 'weapon' to refer to these suits of armor you created."
The host across from him quickly seized on a key point and pressed him.
"Does that mean that even you believe these suits of armor you created fit the definition of weapons better?"
"Heh."
[Tony] raised an eyebrow and began speaking with practiced ease.
"It can be anything you