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Chapter 26 Stark Fair
"I think I'll just read from script this time."

There were bursts of laughter from the crowd.

"There's been speculation that I've been involved in the chain of events that happened earlier on the highway and on the roof," Tony began.

A reporter in the middle of the room interrupted him. "Sorry, Mister Stark, but do you really want us to believe that a bodyguard in a suit happened to be there? Actually, you..."

"I know it's a puzzling situation," Tony said, "but it's one thing to question the official narrative, and quite another to make some crazy accusations, or imply that I'm a superhero."

The reporter immediately fired back: "I never said you were a superhero."

"No? That's good, because it's wild and whimsical," said Tony, who knew he was a little out of his depth by now. "I'm obviously not superhero material."

Tony nodded and said, "Okay." He glanced at the script, then looked up at the waiting reporters and cameras.

Rhodes cast a stern look at him again.

Tony dropped the manuscript.

"The truth is..."

He said.

"I am Iron Man."

In some forgotten corner of Russia, a flickering TV screen plays Tony Stark's press conference on loop.

"Ivan."

"Ivan."

"Ivan."

"Vanya...cough cough...cough."

The Ivan Vanke who was called was lying on the door panel with a bottle of vodka, and finally turned his head when he heard a weak cough.

He knew that it was his father who called him, and no matter how much he didn't want to face it, that old man was about to end his life.

He pursed his lips, restrained his sadness deliberately, and walked slowly into the dark room.

With a kind of gentleness that didn't match his strong body, he helped the old man stuff a pillow under his body so that he could lie a little higher as he wished.

"That should belong to you. (Russian)" The old man looked at the old TV.

"Don't listen to that rubbish." Ivan Vanke comforted the old man with a soft voice.

"I'm sorry." The old man continued, as if blaming himself or wanting to be forgiven. "All I can give you is my knowledge."

Ivan Vanke had tears in his eyes, but it was not obvious under the dim light.

Just as he was about to say something more, the old man coughed a few times, his body went limp, and he lost his breath.

Most likely, he was dead.

Ivan Vanke gently straightened the old man's head, making it look like he was just asleep.

He hugged the old man vigorously, and slowly withdrew his hand.

The broad palms were clenched into fists, the distinct knuckles were rattling, and the eyes were closed tightly trying to stop the tears from falling.

After all, there was nothing he could do, and a teardrop fell from the corner of his left eye.

The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

Ivan Vanke suddenly took a gulp of vodka and roared like a wounded beast.

Three days later, the press conference when Tony Stark admitted that he was Iron Man was still on TV.

Ivan Vanke watched this scene, he saw Tony Stark said: "I am Iron Man."

He'd seen videos of Tony Stark taking to the air to engage America's enemies before.

The more he watched these things, the more he hated Tony Stark, except, of course, for the TV in front of him and his cockatoo.

Since the death of his father Anton three days ago, Ivan has converted his small apartment into a studio.

Before his death, Anton Vanke told his son many things and showed him many things.As a result, Ivan learned many true stories about Anton's work and the crimes committed by Tony Stark.

He grasped as much as he could know of everything his father knew, and sorted through his old records and plans, notebooks and scattered papers filled with diagrams and equations.

Ivan rummaged in the box and found a cardboard tube used to store the blueprints.He saw these words in English on the peeled label: Stark Industries.

And below it are the names of two people: Howard Stark and Anton Vanke.

Ivan returned to the workbench and spread out the blueprints under the light. Now is the time to reclaim the legacy... and it is time to let Tony Stark know the bitter truth about himself.

The molten palladium metal in the crucible is poured into the mold.

Ivan Vanke, wielding a sledgehammer, seemed to regard the red-hot metal block in front of him as his enemy.

"Clang! Clang!"

The room is full of scientific research equipment transformed from waste items. It is hard to imagine that the so-called research results can really appear under such conditions?
Tony is assembling the Mark 5, the suitcase armor, in the hive.

In the adjacent room, John used mind control to analyze the newly drawn high-tech.

"Jarvis, let's try a quick dressing," Tony said.

"Information collection is ready." Jarvis replied.

The unpainted metal suitcase was placed on the ground, and Tony stepped on it.

The mechanical structure unfolded along the feet, and Tony possessed himself and stuffed his hands into the mechanical gloves. When he got up again, the battle suit was completely covered.

For portability, Mark 5 does not have any weapons, but the repulsive flight stabilizer itself has a certain power.

The main part of the Mark 5 is composed of some unknown metals, not titanium alloys.Like a braid, with a reduced defense rating, but it folds down to a small size, about the same size as a briefcase (maybe a little bigger).

The other Iron Man's armor is powered by an independent arc reactor, while the Mark 5 relies on Tony's own chest reactor to supply energy, so that the energy is not enough, but it can ensure that the armor will not be used by others.

"20 seconds, cool!" Tony flew around the room.

"We got good numbers," Jarvis replied.

"I'm going to show John my cool transformation process," Tony said, "but let's paint it first."

John's voice came from a loudspeaker, "I see, it's handsome."

"Oh, John, are you going to attend Stark's World Expo tonight?" Tony said while taking off his armor calmly.

John just walked in through the door. "why not?"

"Direction 270, speed 1.5 knots, keep at [-] feet, you can withdraw from the airdrop point."

Tony had already put on his Mark IV armor and stood in the airdrop bay at the tail of the transport plane, watched the hatch open and started to run.

The repulsion emitters on the palms and soles light up at the same time, randomly bypassing the fireworks being launched in the air.

Through the skylight reserved on the roof, it falls perfectly in the center of the stage.

New York, Flushing, Stark Fair.

As the stage rotated, the mechanical arm stretched out, and the Mark IV suit was dismantled smoothly.

The robotic arm unlocked the hidden joints of the Mark 4 suit and took it apart.

From the perspective of the crowd, what they saw was Iron Man being disassembled one by one, and Tony Stark in a suit stood there in the wind, and the whole process took only a few seconds.

"Tony! Tony!"

There was a tsunami when the stage descended, as if some big star was holding a concert.

Each of the dancers in the back is dressed in cool clothes, with round lights on the palms and chests, and most of the clothes are red.

Tony cooperated with the dancers to make an action that inspired the palm of the hand.He was the first to applaud.

"Hey, it feels so good to be back, miss me?" Tony turned to face the audience.

"Fry something!"

"Actually, I miss you too, blow something up? I've already done it." Tony skillfully interacted with the audience.

The cheers of the waiting audience died down.

"I'm not trying to emphasize that the world enjoys the longest peace in years because of me."

"And I don't want to boast that no one in this world has ever risen from the ashes like a phoenix from nirvana."

"I don't want to say that Americans can now lie on lawn chairs and sip iced tea because I have never seen a guy with enough guts to stand up to me at my peak... Come on... this It's not all my credit, but it's not... your credit, you and I are insignificant."

"The key to all this is inheritance, and what kind of legacy we choose to leave to future generations."

"So starting next year, and for the first time since 1974, the brightest minds from countries and companies around the world will pool their resources and share their foresight, so as to leave a better future for future generations."

"It's none of your business! So what I really want to say is, welcome to Stark Expo! Now, please have a special guest from far away, please tell us what it's all about. Please My father - Howard."

Tony walks off the stage and Howard Stark appears on screen in what appears to be a film shot in his studio around 1970.

"Technology makes everything possible," Howard Stark says in this old video clip, "whether it's a better life or better health, and now -- technology is being used as never before to defend world peace !” He walked to the model of the first World Expo and flashed a nervous smile to the camera.

There was a burst of applause from the crowd.Then the lights went out, the music started, and the people in the dark got excited again.

Stark Expo, bigger and better than ever, has finally begun.

Tony Stark, who walked off the stage, took out a small device and pressed his thumb on the round button.

"The blood toxin content is 19%."

(End of this chapter)