Pym grabbed Tony's hand as if he had found a kindred spirit, shaking it vigorously up and down until Tony nearly gagged before finally letting go.
"You really are a genius. I thought that after Howard died, no one would ever understand me again."
Tony swayed in place, pale-faced, but still flashed a smug grin. "That old man of mine could only barely keep up with my way of thinking. You'll have to work hard if you want to follow me. Now tell me, why did you say I can't buy Dr. Banner?"
Tony could tell that Pym was a capable scientist. He liked scientists, so his attitude improved considerably.
Pym nodded. "Dr. Dane's experimental accident caused massive destruction. And now it's happening again—Banner, who inherited the research materials, has also suffered an accident. The military has invested a great deal of money and time into this project, and Dr. Banner has become the only successful test subject. The military won't hand over a weapon of that level. Would you let nuclear bombs circulate freely on the market?"
Everyone was watching each other's faces as they spoke, and no one noticed what Deathstroke was doing while crouched with his back to them.
"So, a humanoid nuclear bomb? Then what Dr. Banner told me earlier wasn't wrong." Tony stroked his mustache as he thought. In scientific research, facts spoke louder than words. Banner had already proven with himself that humanity was indeed full of possibilities, so Tony naturally accepted reality. But he still had a devious idea. "How about we steal Dr. Banner?"
"Huh?" Pym was a little sensitive when he heard the word "steal." He had helped Deathstroke steal bombs from aliens before.
Right, wasn't Deathstroke here too?
When he turned his head, he saw Deathstroke's handiwork and was so