"Wind speed: 30 miles per hour. Altitude: 15,000 feet. You may now enter the drop zone..."
At the pilot's notice, Tony, clad in Iron Armor, leaped out through the hatch.
The red-and-gold Iron Armor, sleek and dazzling, descended in a graceful free fall amid brilliant fireworks. Stirring music thundered across the stage as the lights focused on Iron Man, arms spread wide. Blinding pillars of light streamed down around him, while a row of sexy backup dancers behind him kicked their long legs in a dazzling blur. Cheers surged from below the stage, accompanied by thunderous applause.
This was the Stark Industries Expo in Flushing, New York. Despite Pepper's objections, Tony had stubbornly gone ahead with this grand personal show.
The circular stage beneath his feet rotated open, and several automated mechanical arms extended from within, efficiently removing Tony's Iron Armor. Feeling the overwhelming cheers and shouts rising from below, the playboy in the black suit was clearly enjoying himself. He loved having the eyes of the entire world fixed upon him. The fervent cries of the crowd ignited the heart that was gradually being consumed by Palladium Poisoning.
The United States flag fluttered across the enormous screen. Tony stood at the center of the stage. Not long ago, he had dealt with a hearing convened by the military committee. Although some members of the military had wanted to take the Iron Armor from him, the playboy's reasoned arguments and fierce resistance had ultimately left them empty-handed.
Although those energy tycoons still occasionally released negative comments about new energy to the public, such exaggerated and inaccurate reports could not shake Tony's unwavering resolve. Iron Man was brimming with confidence at the moment. Even if he abandoned his identity as a major arms dealer, he believed he could still build a