Tony prematurely solved the problem of palladium poisoning under the intervention of Chu Hang.
As soon as the threat of death disappeared, he was completely relieved. He felt that he was invincible, his technology was at least fifty years ahead of the world, and nothing could threaten him anymore.
Once people lose their goals, they tend to feel empty.
Tony The way to fill the emptiness is to indulge.
Malibu The cliff mansion by the sea has not been quiet for several weeks.
The sound of the music could be heard for several kilometers and made the glass buzz. Expensive champagne was sprayed everywhere like free tap water.
The huge infinity pool was crowded with hot bikini models, and the laughter and the sound of water were mixed together. On the lawn, the world's top DJ was wearing headphones and shaking his head at the mixer, and the men and women around him were twisting wildly to the drumbeats.
The center of the party is not the DJ or any star.
It's Tony·Stark.
Wearing that slutty red and gold Mark 4 armor, he just stood next to the DJ booth, like an out-of-place tin fool, clumsily swaying to the music.
He enjoyed this feeling of being in the spotlight.
He raised his right hand, and a faint light flashed from the repulsive muzzle in his palm, accurately lighting the cigar held between the fingers of a blond girl in the distance.
The girl screamed exaggeratedly, drawing cheers and whistles from around her.
Tony raised his metal chin proudly.
He stretched out his hand toward the swimming pool again, and a low-temperature beam swept across the water. A thin layer of ice instantly formed on the surface of the swimming pool, just enough to freeze a few bottles of floating beer inside.
Some people jumped over with cheers, smashed open the thin ice, picked up the cold beer and drank it down in one gulp.
Iron Man battle armor, this was supposed to be the ultimate weapon for peace Guardians, but now it has become a party toy for him to show off.
He was immersed in this vanity and numbed himself.
At this moment, a huge roar came from far and near, drowning out the noisy music.
A gray military helicopter hovered on the tarmac not far away, and the strong wind caused the women on the lawn to scream and hold down their skirts.
The door opened, and James·Colonel Rhodes jumped out of the plane.
He was wearing a straight dark blue air force uniform, and his epaulettes were shining under the neon lights of the party. He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, his brows knitted into a knot.
The air was mixed with the smell of alcohol, perfume and hormones, making him feel a physical discomfort.
He passed through the carnival crowd, and when the drunken men and women saw his military uniform, they subconsciously gave way.
He walked to the DJ stage and stood in front of Tony.
"Tony!" Rhodey's voice was not loud, but it was like a hammer hitting the loud music, "What on earth are you doing!"
Tony turned the red-gold metal helmet, and the visor rose upwards with a "click", revealing a face that was a little swollen from alcohol and staying up late.
"Hey! Rhodey!" When he saw his old friend, he grinned widely and said in a slurred voice, "My old friend! You're finally here! Come on, go put on your swimming trunks. The girls here all want to meet a real Air Force colonel!"
"I'm not here to attend your damn party!" Rhodey's face was ashen. He suppressed his anger and said word by word, "Congress those politicians are staring at you like flies, Hammer Industries is behind your back, and terrorists all over the world want to get your technology! And what about you?"
He stretched out his finger and tapped the reactor on Tony's chest hard, his voice full of disappointment and anger.
"You are wearing this and acting like a clown here! Have you forgotten how Yinsen died? Have you forgotten why you created this armor in the first place!"
Mentioning the name "Yinsen", the smile on Tony's face froze.
A trace of pain and guilt flashed through his eyes, but in just a second, it was suppressed by even more exaggerated arrogance and arrogance.
"Don't mention those disappointing things, Colonel." Tony shook his metal finger and said in a flirtatious tone, "I'm fine now, better than ever.
I have solved all the problems, I am invincible. I should enjoy life now and celebrate the victory. You are too serious, Rhodey, relax."
"Relax?" Rhodey laughed angrily at his appearance, "When you wake up one day with a hangover and find that Stark Industries has been annexed by despicable people like Hammer, and your technology has been taken by terrorists to Carnage civilians, I'll see how you can still relax!"
"So what?" Tony shrugged indifferently, "When the time comes, I will fly over and get rid of them all. Anyway, no one is my opponent, right?"
This deep-seated self-confidence has turned into pathological arrogance.
Rhodey looked at him, the last bit of hope in his eyes extinguished. He knew that there was no reason for him to talk to a drunken arrogant maniac.
"Tony, you disappoint me so much." Rhodey shook his head and didn't say another word.
He turned around and strode towards the underground studio of the villa.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Tony shouted behind him.
Rhodey There is no looking back.
He walked into the studio.
This place was once full of creative sparks and passion, but now it is deserted, with only a few robotic arms boringly maintaining the equipment. There is a faint smell of engine oil and dust in the air.
His eyes fell on the silver-white battle armor in the center of the studio.
Mark 2.
The second prototype of Tony is a pure flight test platform without any additional weapon systems. But its body structure, flight capabilities and defense capabilities are almost identical to the Mark 4 on Tony.
A crazy and decisive idea popped up in Rhodey's mind.
Since it doesn't make sense, use your fists to wake him up.
The party is still going on upstairs.
When Tony saw that Rhodey hadn't come up for a long time, he felt something was wrong. He staggeredly started the thruster, flew down the stairs, and landed directly in the studio.
The scene before him made him half sober.
With the help of JARVIS, Rhodey put on the silver-white Mark 2. The pieces of armor were closing, making a clear mechanical sound.
"JARVIS?" Tony's voice turned cold, "What are you doing?"
"Sir, I'm sorry." JARVIS's voice sounded helpless, "Colonel Rhodes has the security authority second only to you, and I cannot refuse his order."
"What are you going to do, Rhodey?" Tony looked at the friend in front of him who was wearing the same iron suit, his eyes became dangerous.
Mark2's visor closed with a click, and Rhodey's cold voice came from inside, with a metallic resonance. "Tony, you are no longer worthy of this armor. I want to take it away and hand it to someone who understands responsibility better."
"Ha!" Tony seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the century, "Just you? You haven't even read its instruction manual!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and fired a repulsive beam.
Although Rhodey was wearing it for the first time, he was an ace pilot after all, and his body's reaction speed was far beyond that of ordinary people. He ducked sideways almost instinctively.
The beam flew past his metal shoulder, blasting a hole as big as a washbasin in the wall behind, sending concrete fragments flying everywhere.
The party upstairs was in a commotion because of the loud noise, but it was quickly drowned out by the louder music.
"It seems that you are really drunk." Rhodey said without a trace of emotion in his voice, "Tony, this is your last chance, take it off yourself."
"If you have the ability, come and get it!"
Tony roared angrily, and the propellers under his feet suddenly sprayed out, like an angry bull, rushing towards Rhodey.
Two steel giants struggled together in this studio filled with expensive equipment and precision instruments.
This is not a fight at all, this is the most barbaric fight.
Tony punched Rhodey's helmet, making a deafening bang. Rhodey was knocked back a few steps, knocking over a shelf full of tools, and wrenches and parts fell to the floor.
Rhodey stabilized his body and kicked the reactor on Tony's chest. Tony flew backwards like a sandbag and hit a red antique sports car heavily. The multi-million dollar collection was instantly crushed into a pile of scrap metal.
"My car!" Tony shouted distressedly, becoming even more angry.
The thrusters under his feet were fully activated, bouncing off the abandoned car like a cannonball, and hugging Rhodey from behind. The two lost their balance, crashed through the wall of the studio together, and rushed into the hall of the villa.
Guests at the party were so frightened when they saw two Iron Man crashing out of the wall that they ran away screaming.
"Get out of here!" Tony roared at the panicked crowd.
The two Iron Man continued to roll and struggle in the messy living room. You punched me and I kicked them, smashing the expensive custom-made furniture and priceless works of art to pieces.
They hit from the living room to the yard, and then from the yard into the swimming pool, making a huge splash.
In the end, the two became entangled and flew into the air, confronting each other over the villa. No one could do anything to the other. The high-temperature airflow ejected by the propeller caused the air below to become distorted.
"That's enough, Rhodey!" Tony gasped, all the parameters of the armor were alarming, "Don't force me to do anything serious!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Rhodey showed no weakness and assumed an attacking posture.
Just when they were about to rush towards each other again, an overly calm voice came from below.
"You two, have you had enough?"
Tony and Rhodey bowed their heads at the same time.
Chu Hang, or "Anthony·Chen", was wearing simple casual clothes and holding a glass of red wine in his hand. He was standing on the bumpy lawn and looked up at them.
He even had a polite smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a boring fireworks show.
When did he come?
"Anthony?" Tony was stunned, "Why are you here? Get out of here! It's dangerous here!"
Chu Hang shook his head, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a trace of undisguised disappointment.
"It's... so ugly."
As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand holding the wine glass did not move, and his right hand waved upward casually.
[Energy Absorption]
This was copied by Chu Hang when he met a little girl Mutants recently.
Tony and Rhodey in mid-air felt that the alarm system inside the armor was ringing wildly for an instant, emitting a piercing scream. Then, all thrusters, all hydraulic joints, and all energy lines failed in an instant.
Two iron lumps weighing hundreds of kilograms, like toys with batteries unplugged, lost all power and fell straight down from a height of dozens of meters.
Boom! Boom!
The two men smashed two deep human-shaped pits on the lawn, stirring up turf and dirt. They were trapped in the armor and could not move.
"JARVIS! Report the situation!" Tony yelled crazily in the helmet.
"Sir, all the energy in the armor has been rapidly lost due to unknown reasons. I am trying to restart it, but... it has failed."
Chu Hang walked slowly to the edge of the pit created by Rhodey and looked at him condescendingly.
"James·Colonel Rhodes, right?" Chu Hang squatted down, stretched out his hand, and patted Mark2's cold metal shoulder lightly.
His fingertips touched metal.
An idea forms in the mind.
Target: James·James Rhodes.
Discovery ability: Level A, military command and tactical literacy.
Copy.
A huge and pure flow of information poured into his mind instantly.
That is a top officer's decades of knowledge accumulation, countless exercises and actual combat experience, and almost instinctive battlefield intuition.
From the strategic planning of group army operations to the tactical coordination of individual squads, everything is written, classified, and organized like data.
Chu Hang stood up, feeling as if he had just read the entire military library in a tenth of a second.
He walked to the pit in front of Tony.
"Tony·Stark." Chu Hang's voice was cold and without any emotion. "As the second largest shareholder of Stark Industries, I am very dissatisfied with your recent performance. You are using your stupid behavior to destroy the company's brand value and my investment."
"You... what on earth did you do?" Tony struggled, but the armor was like an iron coffin tailor-made for him, locking him tightly.
"I just pressed the pause button." Chu Hang said calmly, "Now, let's talk about business."
He turned around and said to Rhodey in the pit, "Colonel, your idea is right. This weapon should not be in the hands of an emotionally unstable drunkard. It needs to be controlled by someone who is more stable, more rational, and better at obeying orders."
Rhodey was silent in the helmet, he was completely stunned by what just happened.
"So," Chu Hang continued, his tone was like announcing a board of directors resolution, "As a shareholder of Stark Industries, I formally approve the transfer of this Mark 2 prototype machine to United States military, and you, Colonel Rhodes, will be solely responsible for it."
"What?!" Tony and Rhodey exclaimed at the same time.
"You can't do this!" Tony roared in the pit, "This is my thing! My invention!"
"No, this is the property of Stark Industries." Chu Hang corrected him coldly, "And you are abusing the company's property and endangering the company's interests. I have the right to make the most correct decision for the long-term development of the company.. The military got a battle armor, which can help you share the pressure of 'Iron Man', which is good for the company's positive image. And you, Tony, you need to calm down and think about who you really are."
Chu Hang typed the Snap.
The energy of Mark 2 on Rhodey was restored. The lights inside the armor came on again, and the system began to self-check.
"Colonel, you can leave." Chu Hang said, "Take it back to your base and tell your superiors. This is the goodwill shown by Stark Industries. Of course, the subsequent weapon upgrades and maintenance cannot be done well by junk like Hammer Industries. They have to come to us. That is another big business that is sure to make a profit."
Rhodey was silent for a long time. He glanced at Tony who was still struggling in vain in the pit, and then looked at the unfathomable man in front of him who decided everything while talking and laughing.
He made a decision.
"I understand."
The Mark 2's thrusters re-ignited, spurting out blue flames. He slowly rose into the air, took one last look at the mess on the lawn, then suddenly accelerated, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the night.
On the lawn, only Tony, who was trapped in the armor, roaring angrily like a child who had his favorite toy robbed, and Chu Hang, who was drinking red wine calmly, were left.
"Asshole! Anthony! You bastard! Let me out!"
Chu Hang took a sip of wine and turned a deaf ear to his roar.