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Chapter 142
chapter 0093 part 4
The dense rain of bullets instantly covered the surface of the gold and red Mark II armor with dents.
Obadiah grinned ferociously, directly extending both arms. The Iron Monger firmly locked onto the Mark II armor.
Click, click!
The Iron Monger's front chest opened up two missile nests, and two Stark Industries custom-made missiles locked onto Tony Stark.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., open the emergency ejection system. Activate self-destruct mode after the backup energy ejection is successful!"
Tony Stark calmly looked at the two missiles in front of him, showing no panic.
Following Tony Stark's order, the Mark II armor rapidly disassembled.
Tony Stark was left wearing only a pair of combat boots. The combat boots sprayed blue flames, carrying Tony Stark soaring into the air.
Obadiah stared blankly at the two pieces of arm armor held in the Iron Monger's hands. Before he could react,
A violent firelight instantly swallowed him.
...
The Iron Monger armor was blown to pieces. Obadiah, covering his broken right arm with his left hand, limped out of the ruins.
He surveyed his surroundings. The mercenaries he had hired at great expense were being beaten back by a group of agents and police officers, scattering and fleeing.
Obadiah couldn't help but sigh. Looking at Tony Stark, who had landed not far in front of him, he said somewhat dejectedly.
"Tony, I lost... Ugh..."
On the terrace of Stark's villa, Tang Song casually tapped his cane.
Before Obadiah could finish speaking, his face suddenly turned pale. He clutched his heart with his left hand and slowly fell down.
Tony Stark stood before Obadiah's corpse, his expression somewhat complex.
Frankly speaking, ever since Howard Stark passed away, Obadiah had been taking care of him and helping him manage Stark Industries.
Their relationship was like uncle and father. Even though Obadiah wanted to kill him, Tony had never thought that one day Obadiah would indirectly die by his hand.
"Tony!"
Pepper Potts walked up to Tony Stark, looking at him with a worried expression.
"I'm fine!"
Tony Stark gently shook his head and said, "Pepper, have the public relations department block the information. Tell the outside world he died of illness!"
Obadiah pursued fame, profit, and glory his entire life. Tony Stark decided to give his godfather a final dignity.
Pepper Potts nodded silently.
"Mr. Stark!"
Phil Coulson, who was directing his agent subordinates to clear the battlefield, saw that Tony Stark's condition had improved and strode over.
His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the Iron Monger.
"Agent, thank you very much this time!"
Tony Stark wasn't in the mood to talk much now. He extended his hand and shook Coulson's.
"I'll leave the aftermath to you! But I want to destroy this big guy!"
Phil Coulson's smile immediately stiffened. Before he could say anything, a blond white agent walked over from the side.
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Stark. These are criminal evidence from the terrorists. You have no right to dispose of them!"
Tony Stark looked at the speaking agent and sneered, "Agent, this belongs to Stark. It doesn't belong to anyone."
The blond agent in front of him suddenly became the outlet for Tony Stark's emotions.
Tony Stark seemed to have turned back into that arrogant, willful playboy.
The blond agent's complexion stiffened. Could he afford to offend Tony Stark? The answer was no.
But this Iron Monger armor was specifically requested by the Important Figure behind him. The blond agent's complexion changed several times.
"Mr. Stark, please do not obstruct us from performing official duty!"
"Performing official duty," Tony Stark spread his hands, "What department are you from? FBI, CIA, or the Internal Revenue Service? No matter what Organization you are, if you want to take this armor, have your people talk to my legal team!"
"Tony, you've misunderstood!"
Facing the aggressive Tony Stark, the blond agent was momentarily at a loss. Phil Coulson, wearing his usual amiable smile, stepped forward to mediate.
"Our organization's responsibility is to contain unstable objects that endanger public safety. If this armor falls into the hands of terrorists and is mass produced, its harmfulness is too great!"
Tony Stark looked at Phil Coulson and snapped a stylish finger with a smile:
"Rather than being contained by you, I'd rather destroy it. Your S.H.I.E.L.D. definitely needs a large amount of funding to contain dangerous objects, right?!"
Phil Coulson's smile was starting to falter. The identity he used when appearing beside Tony Stark was that of a CIA agent.
And where did Tony Stark hear the name S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Tony looked at Phil Coulson mockingly. Giving his computer equipment to a top hacker was the biggest mistake.
Because of the existence of J.A.R.V.I.S., the artificial intelligence, many people overlooked the fact that Tony Stark himself was a top programming expert.
J.A.R.V.I.S. was created by Tony Stark.
Out of curiosity, or perhaps the sense of security after narrowly escaping death, Tony Stark quietly left a small backdoor program on Phil Coulson's notebook.
Using this backdoor program, he found out many things.
"I will not allow things I create to be used for war and killing again!"
"Mr. Stark, if I recall correctly, this armor is not yours!"
Phil Coulson retorted neither softly nor harshly.
As a qualified agent, he could see the huge profit behind this armor. If S.H.I.E.L.D.'s scientists could fully understand this technology, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s military force would see a qualitative improvement.
"It belongs to Stark!" Tony Stark insisted forcefully.
The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.
"Without sufficient energy support, this armor is just for show," a voice sounded.
Tang Song walked out of the villa unhurriedly, walked up to Tony Stark, stood side by side with him, and asked, rubbing his cane:
"Mr. Stark, do you need help?!"
"No one can forcibly take things belonging to the Stark Family!"
Tony Stark refused Tang Song's kind offer and glared at Phil Coulson.
Tang Song was not surprised by Tony Stark's reaction. He didn't really intend to interfere in the dispute between Tony Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D.
...
In the Rolls-Royce on the way back to the Manor, Tang Song sat in the back seat resting his eyes. It was a coincidence.
Actually, not really. Most of the Underworld in New York was his territory.
His influence was like a giant spiderweb covering New York.
As long as he wanted to, not even the slightest sign of trouble in the entire Underworld could escape him, let alone a major matter like Obadiah planning to hire assassins.
Perhaps the Broker Obadiah hired to find assassins was one of Boss Tang's people.
As for Obadiah setting the attack time for today, whether there was a push behind it is unknown.
Who can say for sure?
Feeling like nothing major is happening, just coughing, coughing uncomfortably. Today is another unsatisfactory chapter, written messily. I originally didn't want to follow the plot, but I watched Iron Man again.
Are the last two chapters very watered down? Please leave your opinions in the comment section.
(End of chapter)
The dense rain of bullets instantly covered the surface of the gold and red Mark II armor with dents.
Obadiah grinned ferociously, directly extending both arms. The Iron Monger firmly locked onto the Mark II armor.
Click, click!
The Iron Monger's front chest opened up two missile nests, and two Stark Industries custom-made missiles locked onto Tony Stark.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., open the emergency ejection system. Activate self-destruct mode after the backup energy ejection is successful!"
Tony Stark calmly looked at the two missiles in front of him, showing no panic.
Following Tony Stark's order, the Mark II armor rapidly disassembled.
Tony Stark was left wearing only a pair of combat boots. The combat boots sprayed blue flames, carrying Tony Stark soaring into the air.
Obadiah stared blankly at the two pieces of arm armor held in the Iron Monger's hands. Before he could react,
A violent firelight instantly swallowed him.
...
The Iron Monger armor was blown to pieces. Obadiah, covering his broken right arm with his left hand, limped out of the ruins.
He surveyed his surroundings. The mercenaries he had hired at great expense were being beaten back by a group of agents and police officers, scattering and fleeing.
Obadiah couldn't help but sigh. Looking at Tony Stark, who had landed not far in front of him, he said somewhat dejectedly.
"Tony, I lost... Ugh..."
On the terrace of Stark's villa, Tang Song casually tapped his cane.
Before Obadiah could finish speaking, his face suddenly turned pale. He clutched his heart with his left hand and slowly fell down.
Tony Stark stood before Obadiah's corpse, his expression somewhat complex.
Frankly speaking, ever since Howard Stark passed away, Obadiah had been taking care of him and helping him manage Stark Industries.
Their relationship was like uncle and father. Even though Obadiah wanted to kill him, Tony had never thought that one day Obadiah would indirectly die by his hand.
"Tony!"
Pepper Potts walked up to Tony Stark, looking at him with a worried expression.
"I'm fine!"
Tony Stark gently shook his head and said, "Pepper, have the public relations department block the information. Tell the outside world he died of illness!"
Obadiah pursued fame, profit, and glory his entire life. Tony Stark decided to give his godfather a final dignity.
Pepper Potts nodded silently.
"Mr. Stark!"
Phil Coulson, who was directing his agent subordinates to clear the battlefield, saw that Tony Stark's condition had improved and strode over.
His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the Iron Monger.
"Agent, thank you very much this time!"
Tony Stark wasn't in the mood to talk much now. He extended his hand and shook Coulson's.
"I'll leave the aftermath to you! But I want to destroy this big guy!"
Phil Coulson's smile immediately stiffened. Before he could say anything, a blond white agent walked over from the side.
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Stark. These are criminal evidence from the terrorists. You have no right to dispose of them!"
Tony Stark looked at the speaking agent and sneered, "Agent, this belongs to Stark. It doesn't belong to anyone."
The blond agent in front of him suddenly became the outlet for Tony Stark's emotions.
Tony Stark seemed to have turned back into that arrogant, willful playboy.
The blond agent's complexion stiffened. Could he afford to offend Tony Stark? The answer was no.
But this Iron Monger armor was specifically requested by the Important Figure behind him. The blond agent's complexion changed several times.
"Mr. Stark, please do not obstruct us from performing official duty!"
"Performing official duty," Tony Stark spread his hands, "What department are you from? FBI, CIA, or the Internal Revenue Service? No matter what Organization you are, if you want to take this armor, have your people talk to my legal team!"
"Tony, you've misunderstood!"
Facing the aggressive Tony Stark, the blond agent was momentarily at a loss. Phil Coulson, wearing his usual amiable smile, stepped forward to mediate.
"Our organization's responsibility is to contain unstable objects that endanger public safety. If this armor falls into the hands of terrorists and is mass produced, its harmfulness is too great!"
Tony Stark looked at Phil Coulson and snapped a stylish finger with a smile:
"Rather than being contained by you, I'd rather destroy it. Your S.H.I.E.L.D. definitely needs a large amount of funding to contain dangerous objects, right?!"
Phil Coulson's smile was starting to falter. The identity he used when appearing beside Tony Stark was that of a CIA agent.
And where did Tony Stark hear the name S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Tony looked at Phil Coulson mockingly. Giving his computer equipment to a top hacker was the biggest mistake.
Because of the existence of J.A.R.V.I.S., the artificial intelligence, many people overlooked the fact that Tony Stark himself was a top programming expert.
J.A.R.V.I.S. was created by Tony Stark.
Out of curiosity, or perhaps the sense of security after narrowly escaping death, Tony Stark quietly left a small backdoor program on Phil Coulson's notebook.
Using this backdoor program, he found out many things.
"I will not allow things I create to be used for war and killing again!"
"Mr. Stark, if I recall correctly, this armor is not yours!"
Phil Coulson retorted neither softly nor harshly.
As a qualified agent, he could see the huge profit behind this armor. If S.H.I.E.L.D.'s scientists could fully understand this technology, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s military force would see a qualitative improvement.
"It belongs to Stark!" Tony Stark insisted forcefully.
The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.
"Without sufficient energy support, this armor is just for show," a voice sounded.
Tang Song walked out of the villa unhurriedly, walked up to Tony Stark, stood side by side with him, and asked, rubbing his cane:
"Mr. Stark, do you need help?!"
"No one can forcibly take things belonging to the Stark Family!"
Tony Stark refused Tang Song's kind offer and glared at Phil Coulson.
Tang Song was not surprised by Tony Stark's reaction. He didn't really intend to interfere in the dispute between Tony Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D.
...
In the Rolls-Royce on the way back to the Manor, Tang Song sat in the back seat resting his eyes. It was a coincidence.
Actually, not really. Most of the Underworld in New York was his territory.
His influence was like a giant spiderweb covering New York.
As long as he wanted to, not even the slightest sign of trouble in the entire Underworld could escape him, let alone a major matter like Obadiah planning to hire assassins.
Perhaps the Broker Obadiah hired to find assassins was one of Boss Tang's people.
As for Obadiah setting the attack time for today, whether there was a push behind it is unknown.
Who can say for sure?
Feeling like nothing major is happening, just coughing, coughing uncomfortably. Today is another unsatisfactory chapter, written messily. I originally didn't want to follow the plot, but I watched Iron Man again.
Are the last two chapters very watered down? Please leave your opinions in the comment section.
(End of chapter)
