At this moment, a man in a well-tailored suit, who also looked successful, walked over with two glasses of champagne and a broad smile on his face. His movements were elegant and his smile was confident, making him look like a child in his 30s.
He is a role model for men and an ideal partner for women, but he has a secret that he has to tell. Because of this secret, he often cries late at night and feels sad during the day.
The secret is very simple. He doesn't have Stark's life, but he has his disease. No matter what he does, he will only be regarded as a clown imitating Tony Stark.
He hated it and was angry.
When Tony closed the weapons department, he smiled and immediately rewarded himself by going to Loli Island to be a South Film.
Now that he saw Tony, he felt his heart was free. Oh, he was already getting restless. He wanted to start dancing the social dance...
Oh no, it was to mock him.
"Tony! My dear friend!" he shouted enthusiastically, loud enough for half the people in the pit to hear.
"I just heard you're going to compete in person! That's fantastic news! I can't wait t o see you show off your skills on the track!"
Tony looked at the person who came and rolled his eyes, but still put on a hypocritical smile on his face.
Oh, this damn free country, Batman is such a failure, the Joker can appear in public anytime.
Well, Batman has a no-killing principle, but Iron Man doesn't. The Joker will always be the Joker!
"Oh, Justin Hammer," he said.
"Why are you here too? I thought an arms dealer of your level would prefer places with smoke and explosions."
"I'm a pacifist now, Tony." Justin Hammer handed him a glass of champagne and said sincerely.
"Ever since you announced the closure of the weapons department, I have been deeply inspired. I have also decided to contribute my own part to world peace." As he said this, he gave a kind smile to the reporter who was carrying a camera next to him.
Come on, come on! Shoot hard! He's already thought of the title.
Justin Hammer and Tony Stark had a friendly conversation and are good friends
A female reporter who had been waiting nearby immediately took advantage of the opportunity to come forward and handed the microphone to Tony.
"Mr. Stark! I'm Ellie, the new reporter for Vanity Fair." She asked with a smile.
"We all know that you and Mr. Hammer have always been the biggest rivals in the military industry. Although you no longer produce military weapons, you are both committed to the cause of peace. Does this mean that there is a possibility of cooperation between you in the future?"
Tony laughed. He had seen many clowns, but this was the first time he had seen one sticking its face out to get beaten.
"Cooperation?" Tony sneered, glanced at Hammer who was looking expectant, and t hen he said mercilessly.
"I might consider collaborating with my robot vacuum cleaner, but I definitely won't do it with him. You know, I don't like copycat products that copy my ideas and then make. They look terrible."
The smile on Hammer's face froze instantly.
"However, I admire Mr. Hammer's courage." Tony changed the subject and patted Hammer on the shoulder.
"After all, not everyone has the courage to plagiarize in front of me."
"Well, Mr. Stark," Ellie obviously didn't want to give up just like that, she immediately changed the question.
"We all know that you and your brother, Mr. Henry Stark, are hailed as Iron Man and Superman by the public. But since the press conference, Mr. Superman has not made a public appearance. May I ask, where has he been? Will he come back?"
This question instantly attracted everyone's attention.
The smile on Tony's face faded a little.
He looked at the camera, was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a half-joking, half-seriously tone.
"My dear brother, he's currently conducting a very important scientific research. You know, he needs some private space to think about some questions about life and philosophy. As for when he'll be back..."
He paused and smiled at the camera.
"Of course he'll come back. When his unreliable brother is about to set the world on fire again."
After he finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the surprised and curious
looks around him. He jumped up from the recliner and walked slowly to his clothes amid the exclamations of the two beauties beside him.
He took off the top half of his racing suit, revealing the black T-shirt underneath.
There was nothing where his chest should be.
Smooth, flat, and full of health.
Only he knew that beneath that T-shirt, a miniature reactor composed of nanoparticles was quietly lurking. Unlike his previous ones, which were embedded in his flesh, this time it was simply attached to his chest using technology.
On the surface it looks more like a sticker-like decoration.
That's right, his new Armor is powered by this reactor.
Through his innovation, the reactor has been continuously reduced in size and is no longer bulky.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen." He smiled confidently at the audience around him who were looking at him curiously.
"The boring waiting time is over. Now comes the real Stark time."
"I want to personally show those guys who only know how to step on the accelerator
what true integration of man and car means."
As he spoke, he strode towards the red F1 car parked on the track.
Pepper looked at his back and could only hold her forehead helplessly.
She knew that she had lost to this lawless bastard again.
Maybe Henry is the only one who can stop this guy from doing something dangerous.
Well, maybe Henry would take him to do something more dangerous.
"Black! Did you hear? Tony Stark is going to play in the game himself!"
"What?! Is this true?! That dude can drive a race car?!"
"Of course it's true! I just saw him walk into the pits in his racing suit!"
This explosive news was like a bomb that exploded, instantly causing a commotion on the field.
Countless audiences stood up from their seats, stretched their necks, and tried to catch a glimpse of Iron Man.
And now, on the track.
Tony was already sitting in the cockpit of the racing car.
He held the steering wheel, feeling the slight vibration from the engine, and a hint o f nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
He remembered himself many years ago, who was also on the track, full of energy and vigour.
"All right, old man," he muttered, patting the steering wheel.
"Let's relive the feeling of those days."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator!
"Buzz!!!!"
Accompanied by the deafening roar of the engine!
The red F1 car instantly turned into an arrow and rushed onto the track amid everyone's exclamations!
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