The End of Marvel's Seraph

"That's enough! Shut up!"

Simon's words seemed to poke a sore spot in Hammer's heart, and the name [Tony Stark] made him feel uncontrollable anger.

Angry flames burned in Hammer's chest, and annoyed, he grabbed the coffee cup on the table and threw it at Simon.

The porcelain cup hit Simon on the head, knocking him unconscious. The porcelain cup shattered, and brown coffee splashed all over Simon's face, and flowed down and wet his clothes.

"Simon Maslany, even you think I'm not as good as that Tony Stark guy? What qualifications do you have! How dare you dare to say such a thing! You rubbish! Scum! Like a prodigal dog thing!"

Hammer snarled frantically at Simon.

"What I need now is a armor that is stronger than Tony Stark's armor! Can you give it to me? If you can't, get out!"

Hammer yelled louder and louder, and the more he talked, the more crazy he became. He even grabbed the ashtray on the table again and threw it at Simon.

"Oh!"

The fragments of the ashtray splashed all over the room. Simon covered his head with his hands, but the red blood couldn't stop flowing from between his fingers.

Blood soaked his hair and flowed into his eyes. Simon felt that his eyes were uncomfortable. He tried hard to open them, but found that his vision was full of thick scarlet, which looked particularly terrifying.

Simon grabbed his coffee-stained shirt and tried to wipe his eyes, but it only made it worse.

He raised his head, suppressed the unbearable eyes, opened his eyes wide and looked at Hammer, the light in his eyes dimmed.

"One day, you will regret it!"

Simon said this very calmly, and there was not much hatred in his tone, but there was a faint coldness of a poisonous snake.

Meeting the depth in Simon's eyes, Hammer shuddered inexplicably.

When he realized that he was ashamed, and just about to get angry, Simon got up suddenly and left the reception room quickly without looking back.

"I want to see who will regret it!"

Hammer yelled at Simon's retreating back.

After the ruthless talk was not enough, Hammer suddenly felt dry mouthed, and just wanted to pick up the coffee cup on the table to drink something to moisten his throat, only to realize that his coffee cup had been dropped by himself just now.

"Come here! Bring me a cup of coffee!"

The second after Hammer's voice fell, the door of the reception room was opened, and Hammer's assistant walked in.

"boss."

When the assistant spoke, his face was very ugly.

Seeing that the assistant's expression was not very good, Hammer realized that something might have happened, so he suppressed his emotions and asked, "What's the matter?"

The assistant took out a mobile phone and handed it to Hammer.

"News just came from the laboratory that the first real-person test of the mechanical armor failed!"

Hearing the assistant's words, Hammer frowned. He turned on his phone, and there was a short video on it.

A group of scientists in white coats surround a tall humanoid machine, and someone in the video yells "Go!"Afterwards, the tester wearing the mechanical armor activated the armor and began to manipulate the armor to make various actions.

But only a few seconds later, the mechanical armor's movements suddenly became abnormal, and the tester's voice shouted "It's out of control!" came from the armor.

In an abnormal tremor, the upper body of the mechanical armor suddenly twisted 180 degrees in the opposite direction. Then there was a burst of sparks, and the armor stopped moving completely.

The surrounding crowd began to scream in panic, and some people quickly stepped forward to try to rescue the tester from the mechanical armor. The video screen also began to shake, and after a few seconds it turned into a black screen.

Throwing the phone aside, Hanmer's face was so gloomy that water dripped out.He propped his forehead with his hands, sat on the sofa, sighed long, and then fell silent.

Looking at the boss who was in a bad mood, the assistant plucked up the courage and stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, boss, according to the news from the scene, the tester has been sent to the hospital and his life is not in danger."

But Hammer ignored him, still sitting on the sofa silently.

The assistant stood aside cautiously, feeling the weight of the air, not daring to speak out.

"Have you blocked the news?"

After a while, Hammer asked aloud.

The relieved assistant breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly replied: "Please don't worry, I arranged for people to block the news as soon as I got the news, and changed the laboratory to a closed management state, prohibiting personnel from entering and leaving. Everyone in the laboratory knows this Those involved, and external information channels are also under surveillance.”

"That's good~"

Hearing the assistant's arrangement, Hanmer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Remember, this matter cannot be exposed, otherwise it will definitely hit the stock price of Hammer Industries. Especially the tester, you send someone to the hospital to keep an eye on him. Also, the media should also be controlled, so as not to be caught by those Vulture journalists popped out."

Listening to Hammer's arrangement, the assistant nodded, "Okay, boss, I understand."

Hammer waved his hand, indicating to the assistant that he could go down.

But the assistant didn't leave, and instead acted like he had something to say.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Hammer asked aloud.

"Boss, just now...how about we ask the media to control it?"

When the assistant said this, his eyes looked in the direction of the door.Hammer immediately understood that what the assistant was talking about was to control public opinion, lest his beating Simon be exposed, arouse bad social influence, and tarnish his own image.

"Okay, you have a heart, let's do something!"

"Yes."

The assistant withdrew, leaving Hammer alone in the reception room.

What Simon said just now aroused his anger, and even caused him to beat someone.

But in fact, Hammer himself knew in his heart that he was not as good as Tony Stark.

Hammer regards Stark as his lifelong nemesis, an enemy that must be defeated. But even he knew that Stark looked down on him and thought he was not worthy to be compared with him.

This "knowing" made Hammer feel even more ashamed.

The more Hanmer thought about it, the more angry he was, leaning against the window glass, the anger in his eyes almost shot out.

"Wait! Damn it Stark, one day, I will defeat you! And I will defeat you completely in the field where you are good at!"

Looking further out, thunder bursts in the distant sky, and dark clouds roll in, making it frighteningly dark.