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

(Departure notice, ready to go to Chaofan)

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Tony stood in front of the French window on the top floor of the Stark Industrial Building, overlooking the busy city of New York. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, and the ice cubes gently collided in the amber liquid, making a crisp sound.

Behind him, the TV was playing a live press conference about the incident last night.

"Stark Industrial Incident... Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes."

On the first floor of the Stark Industrial Building.

Rhodes stood on the podium, holding two carefully prepared manuscripts in his hands, one for him and one for Tony to read after he came down.

"I'm sure you all have received the official report of what happened at Stark Industries last night... There are unsubstantiated reports of sightings of green humanoid monsters and mysterious men in black robes."

"The fact is that the military conducted a fixed-point test of humanoid robots here yesterday.

But due to the confusion of the core data, a green robot went out of control.

We sent another black humanoid robot for emergency rescue."

"Fortunately, one of Tony Stark's personal bodyguards participated in the rescue, otherwise it would have led to more serious consequences..."

"Tony, come and sit down, you need to cover the wound on your face with foundation."

"Oh... Iron Man? What's the name?"

Tony sat on the chair, holding this morning's "explosive" newspaper, and Pepper next to him was mixing foundation to neutralize Tony's skin color.

"It seems catchy and loud, although it's not accurate... The suit is made of gold and titanium alloy, but this intention is obvious."

Tony looked at it and said narcissistically, not noticing that the headline on the front page of the newspaper was "Iron Man lost to the green monster, and the man in black robe showed up to save the situation."

And just at this time, Coulson, who had been waiting next to him, came out and handed Tony a note.

"Mr. Stark, this is your alibi. You were on your yacht at the time of the incident."

"Um..."

Tony took the note and glanced up casually.

"We have a port report proving that you were in Avalon all night, and sworn testimony from your 50 guests."

"Oh... Maybe it was just Pepper and I who were alone on the island, that's it, okay?

"Just read it."

"But it doesn't seem to mention Stan..."

"That's been taken care of. He went on vacation... Small aircraft have a poor safety record. "

"But what about the cover story about the bodyguard? He's mine... Isn't that too untenable?"

Tony always felt that it was unreliable. The media's IQ is not that of a three-year-old child. Expecting this bullshit to convince them is as ridiculous as your dog being able to fix the WiFi next door.

"This is not the first time we've done this, Mr. Stark... Just follow the official story, and it will all be over soon."

"You have 90 seconds to sort it out, and you'll be on stage soon."

"Okay, okay."

Tony was helpless. He really wanted to tell the truth.

At this time, Pepper pulled Coulson aside and said:

"Agent Coulson, I want to say thank you very much for all your help."

Pepper's gratitude came from the heart. If it weren't for these covers, she might have to get up early and stay up late every day to do public relations, at least for a month and a half.

"This is our duty, and we'll be in touch again. ”

“You are called Homeland Strategy…”

“We have changed our name, just call us S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Pepper returned to Tony and looked at her watch. There was one minute left.

“Tony… shall we start?”

Tony stood up and let Pepper fix her appearance and turn up her collar.

“Pepper, even I don’t think I look like Iron Man…”

“Tony, you are not Iron Man…”

“I am!”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

At this time, Tony carefully looked at Pepper in front of him.

A head of smooth and lightly fragrant blonde hair, a shallow red dimple, and a serious look that showed a temperament that Tony was particularly fascinated by.

Staring at her beautiful eyes, Tony teased.

“If I were Iron Man, I would have a girlfriend who knew my true identity… and she would be devastated. ”

“Because she would be very worried about whether I would die, but she would be proud of my achievements, she would be very conflicted, and this would make him even more crazy about me…

“Don’t you think about that night?”

“You mean the night we danced together?”

Pepper tied Tony’s tie and recalled with an expression that was difficult to detect emotions.

“Then we went toRoof, you go downstairs to get the wine... and then you left me alone, you mean that night? "

Hearing this, the ambiguous atmosphere that Tony originally wanted to create was suddenly broken, and he had to show an awkward smile.

"Nothing else, right?

"Nothing, Miss Potts."

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes on the first floor had almost finished his opening remarks.

"Now, Mr. Stark has prepared a statement... Let me make it clear in advance that he will not accept questions, thank you."

Tony, who came out of the elevator, just hit the spot, so he strode onto the podium and picked up the manuscript under the eyes of many reporters and cameras.

On the way, he happened to see an acquaintance sitting at the bottom... It was the female reporter, Christine, who provided him with information about Comilla at the birthday party that day.

"Ahem, it's been a while since I last saw you... Let's read from the script this time."

Tony cleared his lungs and continued.

"Some people speculate that I was involved in the incident that happened in Stark's abandoned armed department..."

"Sorry, Mr. Stark, do you really expect us to believe... that it was a bodyguard in a battle suit who happened to show up and the robot on the scene went out of control?"

At this time, Christine, who was sitting below the stage, crossed her legs and asked sharply.

As a friend of Tony's weapons that he used once and then discarded, she was unwilling to miss any opportunity to embarrass him.

"Oh...even though you and I know that the situation is confusing, as for the official statement, it is one thing...but making crazy accusations or implying that I am a superhero is another matter."

"I didn't say you are a superhero."

Christine looked at Tony with disdain. This face that is still a playboy, if he can become a superhero, then the sow will climb a tree.

Hearing Christine's doubts, Tony's heart flashed with a hint of eagerness. He stared at Christine tightly and said in a roundabout way.

"Really? That's good, because it's unrealistic and whimsical... Although I'm not a hero, I have a lot of character flaws, have made so many mistakes, and am very open..."

Tony thought about it and felt unhappy.

He is indeed not a good person, but he firmly believes that he developed the Mark series armor not to show off, but to defend his ideals.

He is right.

But being questioned everywhere here, how can Tony, who has always regarded himself as a genius and arrogant, bear it?

Thinking about it, Tony's eyes gradually solidified, his mind was constantly wandering, and the words he said were also unified with what he thought in his heart.

Tony paused for a while and put down the manuscript in his hand.

"The fact is..."

"I am iron man"