In the dim hall, lit only by the faint glow of monitors, two figures in darkness gradually approached each other, their eyes fixed on each other's faces.
But Su Ming had seen this old Tony in his previous life. He deliberately stared at the other man only to create the false impression that he had no intel, not because he actually intended to read anything from his expression.
This Tony was built much like old Peter. He sat in front of surveillance feeds every day, tilting his head to sleep whenever he got tired, then resuming his global monitoring as soon as he woke up. He had no time to exercise at all. How could he not get fat?
He looked very much like Da Vinci. The center of his scalp was completely bald, while the "outer zone" still had shoulder-length hair. Su Ming generally called that hairstyle a "flying saucer cut."
The wrinkles covering his face showed that he was no longer young, but his shining eyes showed that age had not dulled his wisdom. If anything, he had the air of an old man who had grown shrewd with age.
Six round discs were stuck to his high forehead, connected to different devices. His technology surpassed even Earth-0's Batwoman's by a level, because almost all of it was controlled by thought now. He did not need to touch a keyboard.
"Deathstroke."
"Iron Man."
They addressed each other by their codenames, which counted as a greeting. Then came a brief, nearly imperceptible silence. Separated by eggshell-shaped tempered glass, they could not even hear each other breathing.
But this was Earth-X, and Iron Man was the busier one. He spoke first.
"You came here to blow up our Earth."
There it was: a question phrased as a statement.
Still, hearing