Iron Altman passing by Marvel

The next morning, as expected, the front pages of almost all major newspapers reported in detail the shocking battle that took place near Stark Industries last night.

The front page also showed the scene of a messy burnt car with only its skeleton left, and the bombed road full of potholes.

Obviously, our self-proclaimed omnipotent SHIELD is not yet so powerful that it can erase all traces of the battle overnight.

Of course, the most eye-catching scene is the decisive battle between the three Iron Warriors.

The Iron Overlord is venting his firepower everywhere, the Iron Man is flying in the air and dodging flexibly, and the Ultra Warriors are showing absolute crushing strength.

There are even two photos where you can clearly see the spider web-like cracks on Iron Man's suit. Who knows where these tabloid reporters with noses as sharp as dogs came from to capture them.

In addition, there were several truck drivers who were lucky enough to escape, and they swore that they heard the tin can shout Stark's name. This made many gossip tabloids believe that he was hiding in the golden and red steel suit. It was none other than New York City's most famous playboy.

Even if it is a trivial matter, involving this billionaire can make the newspaper sell out of stock, let alone such a big stunt this time.

If you don't make good use of Stark's name, how can you live up to the conscience of those unscrupulous editors who have been gnawed by dogs?

Especially when I heard that Stark Industries had notified them overnight that they were going to hold a press conference. Early in the morning, the door of the Stark Building was crowded with reporters who came after hearing the news, like hungry sharks chasing the smell of blood.

At the same time, in the Hammer family's luxurious villa, a father and son were sitting at the dining table watching the morning news. Next to them, there was a little monster who couldn't read the air and was engrossed in his meal.

"Bruce, my dear son, don't you have anything to explain to me about last night?"

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, Mr. Hammer did not touch the exquisite breakfast in front of him.

"If I'm not mistaken, the armor codenamed "Ultraman" in the news happens to be your new invention a few days ago."

"Or is there any thief who can be so powerful that he can pass through the layers of defense in the basement and steal your suit without alerting you or me?"

"Oh my god, then I have to give the security company feedback on the security situation here."

Justin waved his hand with an exaggerated expression.

"That's Bruce, I saw it with my own eyes."

Bemonstan, who didn't understand the scene, paused, raised his head and explained seriously.

"Shut up, Becky, and eat your breakfast."

There were faint veins sprouting on Bruce's forehead. This stupid bird really couldn't handle anything.

"Mr. Hammer, don't you have anything to say to me about this?"

Justin cast a serious gaze over.

"In fact, Obadiah took the initiative to attack me at that time, and I was just passively defending. Besides, am I not doing well now?"

Bruce picked up the coffee and tried to hide the embarrassment on his face.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about, Bruce."

Justin looked serious.

"If it hadn't been for what happened last night, I might not have known until now that my dear son, the most outstanding scientist of this century and the future leader of Hammer Industries, has a hobby of dressing up in a shady appearance. Maintaining ridiculous justice”

"Oh God, this isn't Gotham, and I didn't name you this to make you Batman."

"master"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Alfred decided to come out to smooth things over.

"You have no place to speak here, Alfo. I didn't expect that you would accompany this kid to fool around."

Justin Hammer slapped the table hard.

"Bruce"

With the harsh words on his lips, Justin looked at his son's immature but stubborn face, and finally softened his heart.

"You have to know that you are not alone. You still have me and Alfred. We are all your family. Have you ever thought about Alfred's frightened mood when he watched you go out?"

"You know, I will never object to your interests and hobbies. Maybe I will be proud of what you do in the future, but that will never be now."

"You are just a child yourself, and such heavy words as saving the world are not your turn, Bruce."

"So next time before making a decision, you can consider the feelings of your family, okay, my dear son"

Justin's irritable tone finally became decadent, and the thick dark circles under his eyes were obviously the result of a night of tossing and turning.

"I see, father."

After a long silence, the young man at the dining table responded dully.

On the other side, at the Stark Industries press conference, Colonel James Rhodes was dressed in military uniform, standing behind the podium, facing hundreds of media in front of him, and taking the blame for Tony in an official tone as always.

In the lounge next to the press conference hall, SHIELD agent Coulson handed two small notes filled with words to Pepper.

"This is Mr. Stark's speech. Just read it in a moment and leave the rest to us."

Glancing casually at the speech in Pepper's hand, Stark curled his lips: "Isn't this speech too official? And I said before that we will no longer produce weapons, and now here comes another so-called Land combat robot, what does this mean?"

"Tony, you're going to do this, aren't you?"

He held his forehead and sighed. Pepper had a look of helplessness on his face. Then he thought about it and asked Colson with a prepared tone.

"Have you found out who the silver-red armor was yesterday? I want to express my gratitude to him in person."

"We are still looking. You also know that citizens are disgusted with installing cameras on the streets. Moreover, Mr. Stark is the only person who has had direct contact with the mysterious man."

Glancing at Tony who was beside him, Coulson explained in an unhurried tone.

"Of course, if Mr. Stark is willing to tell you the conversation between you and the mysterious man last night, it will save us a lot of time."

"Stark Industries pays so much tax every year, not hoping that one day, the problem will be thrown back on the taxpayers."

Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Tony"

Pepper raised her voice in a threatening tone.

"Hey honey, that's their problem."

Stark spread his hands and tried to defend himself.

"Tony, I've had enough. You know how worried I am these days. Let's finish this conference peacefully, and then everything will return to normal. Please, okay?"

Pepper's pleading tone finally moved the cynical playboy.

Slowly walking up to the stage, looking at the crowd of reporters in the audience, Stark picked up the manuscript and was about to read it according to the script, but was suddenly interrupted by a beautiful blonde reporter.

"Mr. Stark, we are not here to hear your serious endorsement. Compared with those two clumsy tin cans, we care more about the news about the mysterious man who suddenly appeared. You must know that his aesthetics is much better than yours. ”

The female reporter who had a one-night stand with Tony had a sarcastic face.

Tony choked, he was not in the habit of swallowing his anger when others mocked him.

"In fact, I am Iron Man"

Throwing down the speech that was now a pile of waste paper, Stark's words were like pouring a bowl of cold water into boiling oil, causing the press conference hall to boil instantly.