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(Brothers, in order to pay tribute to Iron Man, I found a lot of dialogues from the original work to make the transition. It is already very respectful to let Tony show off for three chapters. The next chapter is the protagonist's home court)

Tony took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and slowly walked up the stairs.

"Tony! My good nephew!"

As soon as Obadiah Stan saw Tony, he opened his arms and put on a forced smile.

"You finally came out of that basement!"

Tony forced a tired smile and gave Obadiah a symbolic hug.

To be honest, he didn't know what his purpose was this time...

Ever since he chose to intervene in the board of directors, he rarely came to the villa to see him in person like this.

"Stan, you know, I've been busy with... uh... something important."

"Important matter?"

Obadiah raised an eyebrow.

"Like, new weapon designs?"

At this point, an inexplicable temptation flashed in his eyes... A few days ago, he got a photo of a giant iron armor from the remaining gang members of the Ten Rings Gang.

It is said that this photo was taken by Tony in the cave with a refugee scholar named Ethan.

Therefore, he spent a lot of money to bring the remains of Iron Armor back to his department. This time, in addition to wanting to see Tony's condition, he also came with some tentative intentions.

"Oh, how can it be a weapon? I'm just thinking about some... new directions, such as the miniature arc reactor I mentioned to you. Maybe there will be a finished product soon."

Hearing this, a hint of excitement suddenly flashed across Obadiah's face, but he immediately hid it calmly.

The scrapped armor seemed to be lacking some suitable energy source on the chest. Now Tony himself was about to develop the finished product, so as his uncle, he would definitely be able to get it first hand.

By then... maybe he could build a group of armored troops based on Iron Armor, and then Stark Group would gradually transfer its core to him...

Obadiah thought about it and began to speak in an official tone.

"A new direction? It sounds interesting. However, Tony, you have to know that what the company needs most right now is..."

“I know what the company needs.”

Tony interrupted.

"But, Stan, maybe we should reconsider the direction of the company's development...providing prosthetic limbs for disabled soldiers or something like that."

Hearing this, Obadiah frowned.

"Tony, are you still upset about the kidnapping? It was just an accident. We have increased security measures."

"Accident?"

Tony's tone suddenly became sharp.

"I saw with my own eyes the terrorists using our weapons, and you call that an accident?"

Obadiah's expression grew serious.

"You know, Tony, in this business, sometimes things happen that are... uncontrollable, but that doesn't mean we should abandon the entire business."

"Tony, listen, I understand how you feel right now. But you can't negate all the achievements we've made over the years because of one accident.

Stark Industries is the result of your father's hard work and our joint efforts."

Seeing Obadiah bringing up his dead father, Tony was silent for a while, then said:

"I believe... my father also doesn't want to see war. Wouldn't it be better to shut down the weapons department once and for all?"

“Okay, Tony… I know you need some time to think right now.

However, before you make any major decisions, I hope you will think carefully again. The company is at a critical period now, and we cannot take any risks. "

"I understand. I'll think about it."

Tony nodded casually, picked up a cup of coffee and drank it nonchalantly, obviously not taking Obadiah's words to heart.

Seeing this, Obadiah could only pat Tony on the shoulder in a fake manner and said "earnestly":

"That's good... By the way, Tony, the board of directors has been a little... restless recently. You know, the company's stock price has been unstable since you came back."

This doesn't sound right... Isn't it you, Obadiah, who should interfere in this board meeting...

Who the hell are you hitting on?

Tony frowned.

"I just went through something like that, and they're just messing with me like this?"

"That's how business works, Tony."

Obadiah shrugged.

"But I've tried my best to appease them. You just need to come up with something new before the next board meeting."

Tony nodded, his suspicion growing.

Is someone in the company doing some shady deals behind the scenes, or is it... Obadiah himself who authorized it?

But now...his focus is not on these power struggles at all. As long as the Mark Armor is perfected, these things will naturally be intimidated by the powerful strength.

What's the old saying?

Truth is only within the range of the cannon.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are nothing.

After sending Obadiah away, Tony returned to his basement. Before going upstairs, he asked Jarvis to do a simulation test on the basic data of the armor.

Now, the estimated data has been compiled.

"Jarvis, what are the data results?"

“Sir, the latest round of tests showed a 46% increase in energy transfer efficiency and a 78% improvement in system stability.”

Hearing this, Tony's tired face finally revealed a smile of accomplishment. He had been studying the armor for more than half a month and finally waited for the day when it could be activated.

Tony then walked him to the center of the laboratory and took a deep breath, "Jarvis, start the assembly program."

Following Tony's command, the robotic arm in the laboratory began to operate at high speed.

Pieces of precision armor parts were brought from all directions by the mechanical arms controlled by Jarvis and accurately assembled on Tony.

The sounds of metal friction and electronic whistling came one after another. In less than a minute, a set of electroplated silver armor that flashed cool light and was full of streamline covered Tony's entire body.

Finally, the mask was closed, and the black space under Tony's head was instantly filled with a blue holographic projection panel.

"System check, enabling front display."

Tony's voice came through the armor's speaker, with a hint of metallic texture.

“Enter personal preferences from the local interface.”

"Sir, all systems are activated normally, S power output is stable, life support system is operating well, weapon system is on standby."

"Testing completed, preparing to shut down..."

"Well, here goes, Jarvis, check the weather and air traffic control and listen to ground control."

Inside the armor, Tony took a deep breath, his face full of excitement. He couldn't wait to test the performance of the armor... If it was really turned off, he would definitely not be able to sleep at night.

He slowly rose into the air and hovered in the center of the laboratory. Every joint of the armor responded precisely to every movement.

"Sir, there are still megabytes of calculations to be done before we can actually fly."

"JARVIS, sometimes you have to run before you can walk... open the garage roof."

As the roof slowly opened, what appeared in front of Tony was the runway leading from the garage to the outside world. However, it should be called a waterway at this time.

Tony's heart began to beat faster unconsciously, and he shouted in a suppressed voice:

"Three two one..."

"Sir, I must remind you that this is the first field test. It is recommended to start at a low speed."

Tony smiled.

"Jarvis, you should know my style."

After saying that, he suddenly increased the output of the thrusters and rushed into the night sky like a silver lightning.

"Wow!"

Tony shouted, feeling unprecedented freedom and the pleasure of being rapidly propelled upwards, soaring freely in the clouds, and just by lowering his head slightly he could overlook the brightly lit city below.

"Sir, the armor is performing excellently. All parameters are within normal range."

Jarvis reports.

Tony chuckled.

"Of course. But let's get a little exciting."

"What is the record for the SR-71 reconnaissance aircraft?"

"Sir, the fixed-wing flight altitude record is 8.5 feet."

"Look, Jarvis... records are meant to be broken!"

As he spoke, Tony increased the output power of the thrusters on both of his hands, pulled upwards suddenly, and soared into the sky.

The altimeter rose rapidly and soon broke through the stratosphere. Tony saw the horizon begin to bend and the deep sky was right in front of him.

"Warning, sir, we are approaching the theoretical limit of the armor's height."

"Sir, there is potentially fatal ice formation on the outside of the armor."

Hearing this, Tony did not give up raising his voice, but took a deep breath.

"Got it, Jarvis...keep going, higher!"

As he continued to move upwards, Tony could feel the joints of his armor's limbs beginning to stiffen, and the thrusters on his palms kept getting stuck. If this continued, it would not be Tony Stark who broke the record today.

But he was the strongest genius who died young.

"JARVIS...open the flaps!"