Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

This beautiful female reporter is Christine, the reporter who had a one-night stand with Tony. She is also a well-known anti-war person who often exposes war atrocities in newspapers.

"I really believed what you said back then!"

Kristen asked as soon as she opened her mouth, but Tony was obviously confused, he just raised his eyebrows.

"So anyway, you should talk about how you feel about me."

Tony glanced at Karl, as if to say: You see, sleeping with too many women sometimes leads to this kind of trouble.

"Panic - all I can say is some panic."

"Is it because I pointed out that your company was involved in that atrocity?"

Tony didn't know what the woman was talking about, so he just replied: "I don't know what you are talking about. I was just invited to the party, and I don't know anything else."

He didn't lie. After returning to China, he has been trying to improve the mk armor.

"Is this what you call responsible!" Christine interrupted Tony directly and took out a few photos, "This town is called Gumila-have you heard of it?"

Tony thought at first that he was being haunted by the woman he had slept with, but now it seemed that was not the case, so he picked up the photo and looked at it.

What I saw in the photo was a small town destroyed by war.

There were supposed to be herders, markets and complete houses here, but now only the remains remain.

A man arrogantly directed civilians to carry green boxes.

The weapons on the box have the words "Stark Industries" printed on them.

There's even their latest technology - the Jericho missile.

"When was it taken?" Tony's voice was a little cold, "I didn't approve any transactions."

"But your company did, and maybe the gentleman next to you will know something."

After saying that, both Christine and Tony looked over. Karl took a sip of wine and wondered how he had forgotten this.

Forget it, as long as you don't say anything about the mk armor, it'll be fine.

"In fact, Mr. Stark was formally removed from the position of CEO and the decision-making power of the board of directors two months ago."

"What?" Tony looked shocked and angry, "Then who is in that position now?"

"Mr. Obadiah Stan." Karl thought for a while and continued, "I don't know about the town of Gumila, and I won't say too much. Things in Afghanistan are very complicated, and it may not be the company's active participation. of."

"Ha." Kristen said sarcastically, "You want to say someone pointed a gun at you and told you that you have to earn this money?"

Tony looked at Karl, then at Christine, and rushed out angrily.

Karl shrugged and drank the rest of the cocktail: "One more."

"And you." Christine squinted her eyes and looked at Karl, "You are a real arms dealer. I think you enjoy the feeling of those people coming to you to buy arms, right?"

"What about you? If you hate Mr. Stark so much, why do you sleep with him?"

Carl said it very rudely - he didn't like this woman at all.

On the surface, she is an anti-war person, but is she really for morality and world peace?

Not necessarily.

If Stark decided to let her be the hostess, I guess this chick would be enjoying life all over the world every day, and even fighting against him.

Such rude words made Kristen speechless for a moment, but Karl just smiled contemptuously and continued: “Stop pretending, girl, we all need material life.

But that aside, do you want some bigger news? "

"What news?"

"As I said, things in Afghanistan are very complicated. It's so complicated that if you have no one to support you and you walk out of this gate, you may be hit by a car."

No one else profited from the backroom dealings of Stark Industries?How can it be.

This silly girl thought it was some brave and fearless war reporter who gave him these photos.

"What do you want to say?"

The aggressive aura on Carl's body made this silly girl deeply uneasy, and only then did she realize that Tony was really a very friendly person.

“I would like to say that I also have some information that may be of interest to people behind you, regarding Afghanistan.

Of course, it's not about Stark Industries - go back and read it, and if you still have the courage to reveal it, I'll give you the rest of the information. "

Karl said and handed her a USB flash drive, which contained information about some shady illegal drug trade in Afghanistan.

Of course, everything was made up by Karl based on Frank's experience - people who understand will know that this is what happened, but if you look closely, all the names of people and places in it are fake.

To put it simply, only those who understand know the meaning of these stories, and those who do not will only be dismissed easily.

"Why give me this?"

"Of course it's to help your humanitarian cause." Carl grinned, showing a pair of healthy white teeth.

After saying that, he walked towards the other people at the banquet.

Many people present can be contacted - these are connections and wealth.

……

When Karl walked out, Obadiah was looking at Tony's back meaningfully.

"So what did you talk about in there?"

"He asked me what I was thinking when I was fighting the Green Goblin a few months ago. He said he almost lost his life in Afghanistan - just some feelings about life."

"That's strange. Tony just asked me angrily who approved the arms deal during this period."

Obadiah lit a cigar for himself without looking at Karl.

Karl said bluntly: "A reporter showed Tony a set of photos of a small town called Gumila. Someone photographed the company's weapons appearing in the hands of the rebels there."

"Hmph, humanitarian." Obadiah said disdainfully, "Do you think this is that simple?"

"Of course not. We are a democratic country, aren't we? There must be other voices."

"Democratic country." Obadiah sneered and repeated the word, "You can see it very clearly, but this matter has nothing to do with the company, understand?"

"Of course - I've always been a grateful person." Carl shrugged.

"That's right - sometimes I really wish you were called Tony Stark." Obadiah regained his smile and squeezed Carl, "Let's go take a look at the new equipment."

……

The two came all the way to Area 16, and Karl also began a journey of revising the design drawings.

Obadiah is like a picky client, and he has to constantly change the design based on the client's ideas.

Fortunately, he has a magical artificial intelligence in his head, and he can change the pictures very quickly.

Ultimately, Obadiah opted for a gigantic design, just like the original film.

This armor is 3 meters tall and weighs two tons.

“…The magnetic power turbine motor of the armor itself can allow it to lift more than 50 tons of weight and move like a little giant.

According to your requirements, it can be equipped with a variety of individual weapons such as rocket launchers, laser beams, and heavy machine guns.

The rocket thrusters on its feet allow it to easily fly into the sky and dominate the sky. "

"You are such an engineering genius!" Obadiah exclaimed as he looked at the final design.

"Thank you for the compliment."

[The mk-1 equipment analysis mission ends]

[Analysis progress: 100% (force transmission device, active deadweight defense system...)]

[You have developed plot equipment: Iron Overlord]

[The function of Iron Overlord is 150% of the plot prototype]

[The task was completed well]

[Reward: 5000 Hex Points, Hex Technology Treasure Box]

[Current Hex Points: 5800 points]

[Your individual weapon design and manufacturing skills, exoskeleton design and manufacturing skills have been merged]

[You gain new skills: Individual weapons and armor design and manufacturing lv.4]

The system beep sounded in Karl's ears, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

But there is another problem that Karl will not help Obadiah solve.

"But there is still a small problem-" Karl said, "This suit of armor is expected to consume a lot of energy. I hope your energy research team has results."

Speaking of this, Obadiah's smile froze.

The small arc reactor--that thing is on Tony's body, but he can't get it.

After a long silence, he said slowly: "I'll think of a way."