Howard was stunned by Tony's wild words. He sucked in a sharp breath, but the sheer volume of air passing through his lungs triggered a violent coughing fit that even brought tears to his eyes.
"I take back what I said. You can cough like this just from taking a breath—you really are suited to playing Howard. You look impressive on the outside, but inside, you're practically ready for retirement."
Tony shrugged, never forgetting to throw a few insults at his enemy.
"You, you... cough, cough, shut up... I don't have a son like you!"
Howard wiped away his tears. After what Tony had just said, he was basically facing a life sentence.
He had spent more than a decade squatting in the lab and had finally seen a chance to get out. He didn't want to get dragged down by his father-screwing son and spend another decade locked up.
"Idiot, you never did!"
Tony's face darkened. "Not even a child would believe your lies. I'm warning you, don't insult my father again."
"Fine, then I'm not your father."
Howard raised a hand and gave a thumbs-up, wholeheartedly approving of the decision. He could always have another son; he was still young and couldn't just die in such a muddleheaded way.
Lunatic!
Tony had lost patience with this bizarre impostor. Seeing Howard's face on someone else only made him feel increasingly uncomfortable. He suppressed his nostalgic feelings and put his helmet back on.
"Jarvis, have you succeeded in infiltrating him?"
"Sorry, sir. The other party's technology is highly advanced. I cannot infiltrate his Iron Man Suit's system."
"What about shutting it down?"
"Sorry, sir!"
"How is that possible? You and the suit were both enhanced by the Sorcerer Supreme, yet you can't even infiltrate an outdated old computer?" Tony refused