Marvel's Psyker

Chapter 183 Weapon Manufacturing Department

after an hour.

Stark Industries.

At this time, outside the Stark Group building, a large crowd gathered, and they applauded enthusiastically to welcome an approaching car.

The car stopped in front of the crowd, Obadiah stepped forward and opened the door, Tony got out of the car, and the two hugged each other.

"Look, Tony, I thought I had to see you in the hospital."

"No, I'm fine."

After that, Tony turned around and took out a hamburger from the paper bag that Happy handed over, and walked straight to the inside of the building.

Obadiah put his arms around Tony's shoulders and kept talking to him.

"Hamburger? Do you have to eat a hamburger?"

"Come on, don't worry about this kind of thing."

"Have my share?"

"There's only one left."

"Oh, all right then."

Soon, Tony walked to the hall where the press conference was held, which was already full of media and newspaper reporters, as well as countless microphones, cameras and video cameras.

Obadiah enthusiastically separated the crowd for Tony and walked to the podium in the center of the crowd.

On the periphery of the crowd, Pepper looked at his boss with a relieved smile on his face.

"Miss Potts?"

Suddenly, a man in a suit next to Pepper called her.

"It's me." Pepper was a little surprised, but still responded politely.

"Can we have a chat?"

"No, I'm not here for the press conference, and Tony is about to start." Pepper also pointed to Tony on the podium.

"Actually, Miss Potts, I'm not a reporter. I'm a special agent, my name is Coulson, and I'm from the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Agency."

Speaking, Coulson also took out a business card and handed it to Pepper.

Pepper took the business card, "This name... sounds really confusing."

Coulson was very helpless when he heard Pepper's complaints.

In fact, he and his colleagues have complained about this long and tongue-twisting name countless times.

It's just that such a thing as a name is not something that he, an agent, can decide.

In the end, Coulson could only smile awkwardly but politely. "Yes, we've been trying to simplify recently."

Pepper added: "However, the Department of Defense, the FBI, and the CIA have all approached us about this matter."

Coulson waved his hand and explained: "No! Miss Potts, we belong to another system, and I am in charge of this area. We need to know the specific situation of Tony Stark's escape from the terrorist base."

"Well, that's fine. When the press conference is over, I'll pass on your thoughts to him, okay?"

"thank you very much!"

At this time, on the podium, Obadiah was planning to warm up the press conference, but found that Tony had already sat on the ground, leaning his back on the podium, sitting in a very casual posture.

Tony took out the wrapped hamburger from his pocket and greeted the reporters in front of him.

"Hey! Sit down everyone, please? Sit down! Then you can all see me and I can order whatever I want."

After all, in front of many reporters, Tony started to munch on the burger by himself.

At the edge of the hall, Rhodes approached Pepper, "What is the content of this blind date?"

"Don't ask me!" Pepper smiled helplessly, "I don't know what he wants to sing this time either?"

On the podium, Tony swallowed the burger and put the wrapper aside.

Tony looked at Obadiah. "I'm very happy."

"Me too." Obadiah patted Tony on the shoulder.

"I never said goodbye to Dad."

After Tony finished speaking, he turned his attention to many reporters and repeated the sentence, "I never said goodbye to my dad!"

While many reporters were puzzled, Tony showed a nostalgic look on his face.

"Actually, I still haven't had time to ask him a lot of questions! For example, I want to ask him what he thinks about this company? Has he ever had conflicts in his heart? Have he doubted? Maybe he is not the one we often see in documentaries in the past. like that!"

Tony looked at everyone, "Do you know? I saw a very good young man was killed with my own eyes - died of a weapon I designed that was supposed to protect them!"

Obadiah had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Also, I found myself . . . how to say it, part of a completely irresponsible system."

At this time, a reporter sitting on the ground raised his hand, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark."

"go ahead."

"May I ask what happened to you?"

"Hehe." Tony chuckled a few times and stood up.

"You know what? I finally woke up like a dream! I started to realize that I could do more for this world, this society! Not just a missile blowing it up."

Tony breathed a sigh of relief, brewing in his heart.

"So! I am going to close Stark International's weapons manufacturing department as soon as possible!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar.

The reporters all stood up and frantically rushed forward, trying to ask Tony questions.And Obadiah quickly pulled Tony away from the microphone, even as Tony tried to continue:

"Of course, that will have to wait until I have enough power to decide the future of the company, determine its development direction, so that it can develop benignly, and it will always be consistent with the highest interests of the country..."

At this time, Tony had been taken off the podium by Obadiah, and Obadiah himself stood in front of the microphone, trying to round up what Tony said just now.

"The main purpose of our press conference today is to inform everyone: Tony is back! And he is safe and sound! We have to hold an internal meeting to discuss the issue just now, and we will inform you of the final opinion in time. Thank you! That's it. ..."

Amidst the uproar of the reporters, a press conference ended anticlimactically.

After Tony finished the press conference, he came to the factory without stopping.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the giant ark reactor, staring silently at this magical big guy that was shining with light.

At this time, Obadiah opened the door and walked in.

"Look at this, it's really beautiful!" Obadiah didn't go straight to the point, but chatted about the Ark reactor.

"Should I draw a bull's-eye on my head?" Tony knew that his remarks at the press conference today were sudden.

"What? Your head? It's my head! Tony, do you know how much the stock of Stark Industries will fall tomorrow? Be optimistic, there will always be forty points, right?"

"At least forty points."

This sentence was said by Tony.

"Yes! Fortunately, you still know!"

Obadiah's tone obviously contained resentment, "Please! Tony, we are weapons manufacturers, weapons manufacturers!"

"Sorry, Obadiah, I just..."

Tony's tone was also full of apology, "I just don't want to profit at the cost of the death toll. I think it should be our responsibility."

(End of this chapter)