There was actually a helicopter in the sky at this moment. It belonged to Tony Stark.
Although General Ross had said The Playground was safe, it was too far from the battlefield to see what was happening. So Tony ordered the helicopter to take off and hover above the battlefield, watching the details below while savoring champagne.
The cabin windows were not large. With Betty and Tony occupying one side, Obadiah could not see anything and could only sigh from the side. He wanted to see how the monster slaughtered the soldiers too.
"Damn, that big green guy sure has a loud voice. He keeps shouting 'Hulk.' Is that his name?"
Tony held a slender champagne flute beneath his nose, gently swirling it as he sniffed. He had already drunk quite a lot during dinner, but the more alcohol, the better. Only being numb could make him forget his troubles and stay happy every day.
Betty kept some distance from him in disgust. Not only was Tony unbearably sleazy, he did not even have any humanity. That monster down there was killing people. Those were American soldiers, yet he was drinking champagne in the air and chatting with his uncle?!
Tony was incredibly smart. He immediately noticed Betty's disdainful little look and gave a wicked grin. "What? You think I have no humanity? That I'm letting this monster kill people?"
"Isn't that exactly it?" Betty curled her lip.
Tony glanced at Obadiah, then at her, and sniffed. "If the helicopter we were sitting in right now were an Apache, I'd personally fly it into a dive and open fire. But it isn't. We don't even have a gun."
"You're American, and an American arms dealer. I don't believe there are no weapons on your helicopter. You must have hidden them