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Pepper's laughter bothered Stark, but there was no way he could really get a mustache tattooed around his mouth.

A beard will grow sooner or later, but a mouth full of fake beard will forever be a black mark in your history.

Besides, he has more important things to do now.

"Pepper, get me a mask, I need to go out for a bit."

"Okay, okay~" Little Pepper nodded repeatedly, but she couldn't stop the smile on her face. She turned back to the living room with a smile, rummaged in the drawer for a while, and soon came out with a packaged pink mask.

Stark frowned and took the mask with a look of disdain. He unpacked it, looked up and down at the mask with Peppa Pig printed on it and said:

"I say, Pepper, is there no mask that matches my status? And...are there no other styles of this mask? Peppa Pig? Ha~"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark." Pepper looked at Stark with a professional smile on her face and said:

"We only have this type of mask here, but if you're willing to wait a while while I go out and buy some..."

Stark struggled with his conscience for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and clenched the mask in his hand.

Little Pepper smiled and said, "Of course, if you are willing to not wear a mask, that's even better. Don't worry, no one will be able to recognize you except me."

"Mr. Stark, do you need help?" Jarvis asked at the right time. Artificial intelligence is always more reliable than human eyes.

Stark's face was dark. He would never walk out of this door like this.

How could simply shaving off the beard hide his handsomeness? As long as one person recognized him, Tony Stark's perfect personality would be flawed. Thinking of his beardless photo appearing in Time magazine, Stark wanted to go crazy.

Wearing a mask, sunglasses and a scarf, he believed that no one would be able to recognize him.

No one would have thought that the person wearing the pink Peppa Pig mask would be Tony Stark.

"Click——"

Just as he was thinking this, a sudden flash of light interrupted Stark's thoughts. He stared with disbelief at Pepper, who was trying not to laugh, and then slowly put down her phone, his eyes wandering to the side.

"You! Pepper! Right now! Right now! Delete it for me!"

Stark looked at Pepper and roared, taking a few quick steps forward, trying to reach out and snatch Pepper's phone.

"Mr. Stark, I have no idea what you are talking about."

Hiding the phone behind her, Pepper took a few steps back to avoid Stark's clutches, then said with a smile:

"Mr. Stark, don't you have something important to do? If you don't go now, I'm afraid you won't have enough time."

"You——" Stark's fingers were trembling. He fiercely put the pink mask on his face and said angrily:

"Just wait for me!! When I come back, see how I deal with you!"

click-

Another flash of light came on, and Stark quickly covered his face with his hands and ran towards the underground garage.

Soon, the Audi R8 with polarizing film on it sped out of the garage.

This time, Stark did not ignore the traffic rules, but obeyed them honestly and drove all the way to the door of the newly established Hydra Film Company.

He sat in the car, took several deep breaths, wrapped his face tightly with a scarf, then put on sunglasses and stealthily opened the car door, preparing to walk into the company.

At this moment, something strange happened.

A bright headlight suddenly lit up from behind Stark, and then an SUV that had been following Stark all the way slammed into the back of the Audi, causing Stark, who was just about to get out of the car, to fall back into the car.

"Damn it!" Stark cursed inwardly and stood up hurriedly, but the scarf and sunglasses on his face blocked his vision, making it impossible for him to start the car and leave immediately.

When he took off his sunglasses...

click-

The car door that had just been opened was violently opened again, and then a black muzzle of a gun was pointed at Stark's head. Behind the gun, Stark saw a Russian with black and white hair.

The man had a toothpick in his mouth, was muscular, and was wearing a Stark Industries disguise. He raised the corners of his mouth and had a cruel sneer on his face.

"puff--"

Ivan Vanko opened his mouth and spit the toothpick in front of Stark. He looked at Tony Stark with eyes wide open and said:

"Bad seed of a family of thieves, now... your luck has come to an end."

"Wait!!" Stark was horrified, but this time he came out too suddenly, he didn't have time to bring his equipment, let alone notify anyone.

Even Pepper didn't know his destination.

It's over-

The thought crossed Stark's mind.

Duang——

The butt of Vanke's pistol hit Stark's neck hard, and then Stark rolled his eyes and fainted.

Grabbing Stark by the collar, Vanke looked around, staring coldly at the passers-by who saw this scene, then he carried Stark to his car openly and threw him into it.

He ignored the passers-by around him, started the car and drove away.

In a few hours...

Stark woke up dizzy and found himself in a dark abandoned factory.

Feeling that his body was tied up tightly, all the electronic devices on his body, including his watch, were taken off, and the other party did not even let go of his scarf and mask.

Feeling the pain in his neck, Stark immediately looked around calmly, looking for the best way to escape.

After all, this was not the first time he had been kidnapped, so he was somewhat familiar with the situation.

As if aware that Stark had woken up, a heavy sound of footsteps came from the darkness of the factory. Soon, Vanke, who had changed his clothes, came in front of Stark.

Ivan Vanko stared at Stark's face coldly, opened his mouth and slowly uttered Stark's name in a low and hoarse voice:

"Tony Stark..."

Stark took a deep breath. He didn't need to guess. Based on the words "family of thieves", he knew that the other party must be a grudge left over from the previous generation.

"Yes, it's me..."

But Ivan Vanko didn't expect that the next sentence he said was: "Tony Stark...where is he?"

Stark: ...

The scene fell into an unspeakable silence for a moment.

"You're blind!" Stark immediately thought of his lost beard. His face flushed and he said angrily, "I am Tony Stark!"

"You're talking nonsense. The person I want to arrest is the richest man in the United States, the only heir to the Stark family, a family of thieves, Tony Stark!

Look at your appearance again, you are definitely not Tony Stark!

Who are you?

Stark gritted his teeth, his expression showing a hint of shame and anger, and he roared:

"I am Tony Stark!"

Snapped--

Stark was slapped in the face. Vanke tilted his head back with an angry expression, pointing at the incredulous Stark and questioning:

"Say! Where is Tony Stark? Why are you driving his car?!"

"I am Tony Stark!"

Snapped--

Another slap hit Stark's face. Seeing Stark's swollen cheek, Vanke grabbed Stark's shoulders and yelled:

"You take me for an idiot!"

"I am Tony Stark--!!" Tony Stark roared in grief and anger.

Snapped--

A slap hit Stark's face. Looking at Stark who fell to the ground with the chair, Vanke sneered, picked him up from the ground, pointed at Stark's swollen face without beard and said:

"How do you prove you are Tony Stark?"

The corners of Stark's mouth twitched. He stared at Wan Ke with a murderous look and said:

"I have my driver's license in my coat pocket."

"Driver's license?" Wan Ke was stunned. He walked up to Stark and searched through his body, and sure enough, he found Stark's driver's license.

"Uh-huh……"

With Stark's license in hand, Vanke began to study it.

Snapped--

Suddenly, Vanke turned around and slapped Stark in the face again. He held up Stark's driver's license and pointed at Stark's photo on it, his eyes wide open, looking even angrier than Stark:

"You even stole someone's driver's license!"

Stark was dizzy after being slapped several times. He opened his squinted left eye with all his strength, stared at Wan Ke with a bruised face and said:

"You damn bastard, I'm going to kill you. How many times do I need to say that I am Tony Stark!

If you don’t believe me, my phone has Jarvis’ facial recognition—”

"Oh?" Vanke frowned, thought about it, and took out the phone from Stark's pocket and placed it in front of Stark.

The phone flashed twice, then slowly went out...

"Ding, authentication failed." Jarvis's cold and ruthless voice rang out.

Snapped--

Stark's cell phone hit Stark in the face, and Vanke jumped up and punched Stark hard in the face.

"You lied to me again! You lied to me again! Do you think I'm easy to fool?"

"Bastard!" Stark was so furious after being beaten that the magic power in his body began to flow and a faint pink flame ignited on his body.

"Do you think I, Tony Stark, can only stay in the armor? Even if I am out of the armor, even if I am unarmed, even if I am tied up here, I am still Iron Man!"

The pink flame suddenly burst into flames, enchanting all the clothes on his body, and burning violently along the ropes and chairs that bound him, scaring Wan Ke.

Then, Wan Ke fell silent as he looked at Tony Stark, who was wearing a dress, with the rope turned into a bow, and tied to a white unicorn.

Snapped--

"Tell me again who you are!"

Snapped--

"Tell me again who you are!"

Seeing that Vanke was about to attack again, Stark quickly cancelled his often unreliable magic and shouted:

"Wait a moment!"

He stared at Wan Ke with eyes that contained suppressed anger and said:

"What do you want? Money or research materials? How much do you want? I can give you anything!"

Vanke hesitated for two seconds, sneered, and raised two fingers at Stark.

"Two hundred million, right? I'll give it to you--" Stark glared at Vanke.

Wan Ke glanced at his fingers, a trace of surprise flashing across his expression.

Then...

Snapped--

Stark's face was slapped again, and Vanke pointed at Stark angrily and said:

"Don't brag. Just look at your bruised and battered face. You can have 200 million!"

Ivan pulled out a silver needle from his waist with a "swish" sound and said in a sinister voice:

"Tell me where you hid Tony Stark, or you won't want to know the consequences."

Looking at the silver needle in Ivan's hand, Stark felt like crying but had no tears.

"Wait, I know where Tony Stark is!"

Snapped--

A slap hit Stark's face. Ivan raised his hand and threw his silver needle aside, sneering:

"Why didn't you say that earlier? You had to lie to me and say you were Tony Stark. Do you think I don't know Tony Stark? Even if he turned into ashes, I would still recognize him."

Stark's lips twitched and a sad tear slid down his eye.

Not because of the pain, but to honor his lost beard.

"Give me my phone..." Stark said slurringly.

Vanke stretched his right arm a few times. His hand was numb from the slaps he received. He bent down, picked up the phone and placed it in front of Stark.

"Ding, authentication failed." Jarvis said "impatiently".

Seeing Wanke approaching, Stark quickly said, "Password, Tony Stark, cool and awesome, all in capital letters."

"Hey~ You're quite a flatterer." Wan Ke opened his phone and looked at the arrogant Stark on the screen. He shook his head repeatedly, then handed the phone to Stark and said:

"Okay, now contact Tony Stark and ask him to come here to rescue you."

"Mr. Stark, I seem to have heard that you have been threatened. Do you need help?"

The corners of Stark's mouth twitched twice, and he looked at Jarvis who had woken up his phone and said:

"Tell this idiot with all muscle on his head who I am."

"You are Anthony Edward Tony Stark, a native of Long Island, New York, USA. At the age of 14, you entered the Department of Electrical Engineering at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) and graduated with the highest score.

Later he became the chairman of Stark Industries, an industrialist and arms manufacturer with billions of assets..."

Wan Ke clenched his phone tightly, almost crushing the screen. He frowned and stared at the man in front of him who was beaten black and blue by him.

"That's impossible. Tony Stark has a mustache. Even if he turned into ashes, I would still recognize his mustache. How could you be Tony Stark?!"

Stark almost vomited blood.

Vanke raised his hand to cover the lower half of Stark's face, his eyes gradually widening as he watched Stark's determined look.

"Oh my god! I didn't recognize you! You are so good, Tony Stark. In order to avoid my sudden attack, you even shaved your beard. Fortunately, the Skynet is vast and nothing can escape it. I, Ivan Vanko, still caught you. Now I want to..."

Outside the factory, the sirens were getting louder and louder, causing Ivan Vanko to frown.

Then a familiar figure rushed over here with his arms swinging. Carter shouted, "Don't move! Let go of that old man, Tony Stark!"