The next day, Washington, Senate Armed Services Committee hearing.
The long conference table was packed with senators, military representatives, and officials from related departments. The media section was filled with cameras, all focused on Tony at the front of the room, dressed in a black suit and sitting with casual ease.
Tony had never taken this hearing seriously.
When a senator characterized his Iron Man suit as "an unauthorized and dangerous weapon," Tony leaned forward toward the microphone on the table and began refuting the senator's conclusion.
The senator clearly dismissed Tony's argument. "Then how would you describe it?"
Tony did not want to waste too much time on this question. In his eyes, it was purely a waste of time. He answered perfunctorily, "It is what it is, Senator."
However, the senator who had asked the question had no intention of letting Tony brush him off so easily. He pressed, "What is it?"
Tony was growing impatient. Finally, a humorously absurd answer slipped out. "It's a high-tech prosthesis."
"Pfft—"
"Hahahaha..."
A wave of suppressed laughter rose through the room, and many faces wore strange expressions. The reporters in the media section fought desperately to hold back their laughter as they rapidly recorded this answer, so full of "Stark style."
Meanwhile, in Lin Hai's living room in Brooklyn Heights, New York.
Peter, who was watching the live broadcast with Lin Hai, Gwen, and Harry, rolled off the sofa onto the floor, clutching his stomach as he laughed himself silly.
"Prosthesis... Hahahahaha! A high-tech prosthesis! Hahahaha!"
Still laughing, he turned to Harry beside him. "Harry, did you hear that? A prosthesis! Hahahahaha! Then isn't your armor also... Hahaha, a high-tech prosthesis!"
Unable to stop laughing, Peter patted Harry on the shoulder. Harry rolled his eyes irritably and reached out to push