American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

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

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

"Tony! My good nephew!"

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

"You are finally willing to come out of that basement!"

Tony squeezed out a tired smile and hugged Obadiah symbolically.

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

Since he chose to intervene in the board of directors, he rarely came to the villa to find him in person like this.

"Stan, you know, I have been busy... uh... some important things."

"Important things?"

Obadiah raised his eyebrows.

"For example, new weapon design?"

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

This photo is said to be made by Tony in the cave with a refugee scholar named Ethan.

Therefore, he spent a lot of money to bring the remains of the armor back to his department. This time, in addition to wanting to see Tony's situation, he also brought some tentative intentions.

"Oh, how could it be a weapon... I'm just thinking about some... new directions, such as the micro-arc reactor I mentioned to you, which may be finished soon."

Hearing this, Obadiah's face suddenly flashed a trace of excitement, but then he hid it quietly.

The scrapped armor seemed to lack some suitable energy on the chest. Now that Tony himself is about to research the finished product, he, as an uncle, will definitely get it first-hand.

By then... maybe a batch of armored troops can be built based on the armor, and then the Stark Group will gradually transfer the core to him...

Obadiah calculated in his mind and began to speak in an official tone.

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

"I know what the company needs."

Tony interrupted him.

"But, Stan, should we reconsider the direction of the company's development... to provide prosthetic limbs for disabled soldiers or something?"

Hearing this, Obadiah frowned.

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

"Accident?"

Tony's tone suddenly became sharp.

"I saw the terrorists use our weapons with my own eyes. You call it an accident?"

Obadiah's expression became serious.

"Tony, you know, in this industry, sometimes there are some...uncontrollable things that happen, but that doesn't mean we should give up the entire business."

"Tony, listen, I understand how you feel now. But you can't deny our achievements over the years because of an accident.

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

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

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

"Okay, Tony... I know you need time to think carefully now.

But before you make any major decisions, I hope you can think about it again. The company is at a critical period now, and we can't take risks."

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

Tony nodded casually, picked up a cup of coffee and drank it carelessly, 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."

Why does this sound wrong... Isn't it you, Obadiah, who should interfere with this board of directors...

Who the hell are you trying to hit?

Tony frowned.

"I just went through something like that, and they messed 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, and his suspicions grew.

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

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

What is the old saying?

The truth is only within the range of the cannon.

Before absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are nothing.

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

Now, it is estimated that the data has been counted.

"Jarvis, what are the data results?"

"Sir, the latest round of tests shows that the energy transmission efficiency has increased by 46% and the system stability has increased by 78%."

Hearing this, Tony's tired face finally showed a smile of success. After studying the armor for more than half a month, he finally waited for the day when it could be started.

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

With Tony's order, the mechanical arm in the laboratory began to run at high speed.

Precision armor parts were collected from all directions by the mechanical arm controlled by Jarvis and accurately assembled on Tony.

Metal friction and electronic whistling sounded one after another. In less than a minute, a set of electroplated silver armor with cool luster and full of streamline covered Tony's whole 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, enable front display."

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

"Enter personal preferences from the local interface."

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

"Testing is complete, ready to shut down..."

"Well, let's do this, Jarvis, check the weather and air traffic control and monitor 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 he really shut down, 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 all movements.

"Sir, before we can actually fly, we need to calculate megabytes."

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

"Wow!"

Tony shouted, feeling the unprecedented freedom and the pleasure of flying up quickly, soaring freely in the clouds, and looking down slightly to overlook the brightly lit city below.

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

Jarvis reported.

Tony chuckled.

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

"What's 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's thrusters in both hands increased their output power, suddenly pulled up, and rushed straight into the sky.

The altimeter rose rapidly and soon broke through the stratosphere. Tony saw the horizon began to bend, and the deep sky was in sight.

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

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

Hearing this, Tony did not give up the pull, but took a deep breath.

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

As he continued to climb higher, Tony could feel the joints of his armor's limbs starting to stiffen, and the thrusters on his palms kept getting stuck. If this continued, it wouldn't be Tony Stark who broke the record today.

But the strongest genius who died young.

"Jarvis... open the flaps!"