When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Boom boom boom——"

"Come in!"

After getting permission, Pepper Potts pushed the door open and found Tony Stark sitting behind the desk, flipping through the information on the desk: "It's so weird, our Mr. Tony is actually working."

"Okay, honey," Tony closed the folder in his hand, "your tone of amazement is like seeing an alien fly past the window."

"There are no aliens, there is a superhero, especially a superhero who not only does chivalry, but can also handle things in the office, right, my Iron Man?"

"Still angry?"

Standing up and walking around the table, Tony pulled Pepper over and sat down on a chair. He crossed his arm across her neck and explained softly: "Dear, this world..."

"This world has the National Security Agency, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the military. There is no need for another Iron Man flying around!"

Tony was interrupted by Pepper before he finished speaking. The lady held his thin face and said word by word: "Promise me, Tony, you won't be brave and do dangerous things again, okay?"

Unconsciously avoiding the eyes that stared lovingly at him, Tony deliberately said in a dragging tone: "For the great Mr. Stark, there is never anything dangerous."

"Pfft-"

Unable to hold back, Pepper laughed out loud and gave the guy who was showing off angrily an angry look.

She also knew that Tony would not listen to advice on such matters, so she had to avoid the topic first and give the other party room to think about it.

"What is this? A collection of information about a certain model?"

Pepper asked as she opened the folder on the table. Even before she became the CEO of Stark Group, there were few information and files in the entire company that she couldn't look through. What's more, she has now He is the CEO of this group.

In addition, she didn't think that Master Tony, who had always disliked paying attention to such trivial matters, would change his temper, so the most likely possibility was that, as she guessed, it contained detailed information and strategy plans for a certain playboy's next target, and these Tony never avoided her regarding personal matters.

In a sense, Pepper Potts Jarvis is more like Tony Stark's butler.

"Oh, this figure is not suitable for walking on the stage."

To Pepper's surprise, after opening the document, what came into view was Justin Hammer's gloomy and unruly face.

She made a joke first, then looked at Tony with some worry: "What big move is Hammer Industries going to make recently?"

As Tony said, Pepper is almost the person who knows him best in the world.

The lady knew very well that with Tony's proud temperament, if something very difficult had not happened, he would not have taken the initiative to collect information about Justin Hammer, whom she had always looked down upon.

"Yeah, it's a big move. The guy who is as stupid as his father plans to sell all the shares of the company, then immigrate to Afghanistan, and then use his body to verify how bad the things produced by their company are!"

After laughing twice and finding that Pepper was unmoved, Tony touched his nose awkwardly and explained: "He is developing mechanical armor, not just him, but all arms companies in the United States and most of the military. The laboratories are conducting research and development work on related technologies.”

"Will they succeed?"

Pepper is a little worried. She doesn't care much about technology, and the steel suit is not a profitable product of Stark Industries. The reason why she cares about whether others can crack its technology is because she is afraid that Tony will be hit by it.

"how is this possible!"

Tony expressed his usual disdain for other people's work.

He also has the capital to be proud of. Whether it is researchers from arms companies or military scientists, it will take at least 50 years to develop a complete system of security armor.

If you want to make a mature work like the steel suit, unless you can get relevant information about the nuclear fusion reactor or a new polymerized energy core, there will be no hope in this life.

"Then you are..."

Pepper pointed at the information on the table. The meaning was very obvious. Since it is impossible for them to crack or research the technology of the Iron Suit, why do you collect so much information.

"Do you believe it, Pepper, that idiot dared to conduct human experiments after only two months of research? Does he only have fodder in his mind?"

"Who, Justin Hammer?"

The clueless words made Pepper confused. It wasn't pharmaceutical research and development, so why was there still human experimentation?

But when she turned to the back, she understood what Tony meant. Photos of corpses twisted into various shapes were plastered all over the paper, and the horror on their faces could still be vaguely seen.

Feeling sick, Pepper swore a few curse words, closed the piece, and pushed it aside.

"How dare he...this is a crime!"

Until now, Pepper still couldn't believe it. This was no scientific research. It was clearly testing various safety data with human lives.

"Yes, but that idiot has not committed enough crimes. He is still alive and well, like a puddle of steaming feces, disgusting everyone."

Tony originally didn't have a good impression of Justin Hammer, but now he feels even worse. If possible, he really wants to hang that idiot who takes human lives as numbers from the Empire State Building.

"Should we call the police?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Pepper reacted: "No, it's useless to call the police. Those experimenters have signed safety contracts. Even if they die, it is a commercial dispute. As long as Hammer Industries does not delay And withholding the amount of compensation, even the police can’t do anything about them.”

Looking at the thick information, Pepper knew without looking at it that this kind of test method was definitely not the original creation of Justin Hammer. Other companies or laboratories may not be as crazy as him, but they would not really choose to spend 60 yuan. Years of research and development bit by bit.

For capital, human life is not a too high cost, especially when the military may be involved.

"The police can't do anything to them, but Iron Man can!"

Looking at the grand view of New York outside the glass wall, Tony's attitude was very firm: "I will go to the laboratories one by one tonight and blow up those 'killing tools' until there are no scraps left."

"Tony..."

Pepper wanted to stop him, but thinking of the hideous corpse in the photo, the words of advice came to her lips but she didn't know how to speak.

"What makes you like this, Tony?"

"what?"

"You wouldn't have been so aggressive before," Pepper looked at her lover by the window affectionately and expressed her worries: "It seems like you are in a hurry."

“It’s justice that makes me impatient!”

After making a joke, Tony adjusted his mood while turning around to pour coffee.

Pepper was right to worry, he was indeed in a hurry.

The palladium poison made his physical condition worse and worse. He didn't know when he would die. Time... was running out.

"By the way, why are you here? Isn't the CEO's job supposed to be very busy?"

Tony Stark is Tony Stark after all, and carpe diem has been engraved in his bones.

The sentimental emotion only lasted for a moment and he suppressed it to the bottom of his heart. When he turned around, Tony was still the same optimistic playboy.

"Yeah, I'm very busy. I think it would be a lot easier for me if I didn't help you with the party!"

Staring at the guy who had no consciousness at all, Pepper complained: "You should find a secretary, Tony. There are too many things. I can't take care of everything."

"You can arrange it. There will be a job fair in two days, and we will find an assistant to the president for you."

Tony responded casually and reached out to take the envelope handed over by Pepper: "What is this?"

"It can't be a love letter you wrote to me, right? When did you like this tone too?"

"It's a letter from your fan."

Pepper stood up from the chair and ignored Tony's nonsense, handed him the letter and prepared to leave.

"Fan letters? I haven't read them in a long time!"

As the most famous genius scientist and billionaire in the United States, Tony often receives all kinds of letters, most of which are from his fans.

Especially five months ago, he admitted his identity as Iron Man in front of the media. Almost all teenagers regard him as their idol, and letters of adoration and praise are showering him like snowflakes. Gram industry is coming, many of which come from outside the United States.

According to Tony's character, it is impossible for him to reply to fans honestly. Let alone replying to letters, even reading a few letters will make him impatient.

But they are his fans after all, and Tony will occasionally pick out a few letters to read. Compared to those troublesome financial statements and agreements, letters full of praise can make him spend more time in the company happily. Boring time.

However, after returning from Afghanistan, there were so many things happening one after another that he had no time to read any letters from fans.

Especially now that he is deeply involved in palladium poisoning, it is even more impossible for him to be in the mood.

"A young fan sent it. I think it's quite meaningful, so I brought it to you." Pepper explained as he walked out.

"Oh, have you read it? What is it written about?"

After seeing the envelope, Tony knew why Pepper said this fan was young.

The words on the envelope are all written with crayons, and Qing's writing style and color combination are not very in line with ordinary people's aesthetics.

However, Tony did have a good impression of this fan.

His handwriting is not very beautiful either, because he has never put any effort into this aspect. The only good-looking letter he wrote is "Tony Stark". It's not that he found someone to design it, but he just practiced it naturally after writing too much.

"Of course not," Pepper walked to the door and turned around and said, "I'll leave the surprise to you to discover by yourself!"

"You're leaving now and don't want to talk anymore?"

Tony shouted at Pepper who opened the door and went out, but the other party ignored him, closed the door and left.

"Okay," Tony, who was asking for trouble, opened the envelope and said to himself, "Fortunately, I still have this, a letter from a young fan."

"I guess he left me a hand-drawn treasure map inside. Maybe it's a Victorian treasure map."

"Uh... let me see... a crayon doodle. It's a weird style."

"This painting is...a red stick figure?"

"Ah, the name is also marked here...Tony Stark, I have to say that the portrait my little fan drew for me is really ugly. If the name of this mark is replaced by anyone else's, it will not stand out at all. My unique temperament.”

"Wait, red? Is it...the steel suit?"

"This performance is pretty good. Well, we can't be too harsh on a child."

"There is also a black stick figure. Is this... a gun in his hand?"

"It should be a gun, these little black dots are bullets..."

"Let me summarize what my little fans want to express...'Iron Man' Tony Stark was shot...Does this red cross mean death?"

"'Iron Man' Tony Stark was shot to death by a black stick figure..."

The smile on Tony's face gradually faded. This didn't seem to be some kind of praise or letter of help, but more like a threat and...a challenge.

However, he didn't take it too seriously because the letter was so childish. Even if there was another bullet in the envelope, it would be difficult for Tony to take it seriously.

Taking another look at the blank space that was nearly filled with blue crayon, Tony discovered that there was actually a name next to the black stick figure: "Puriver? Purify? This doesn't seem like a friendly name..."

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