Capítulo 12: The upcoming Massacre
Stark Group Industrial Park, located beneath the Arc Reactor, was filled with tension.
Obadiah's eyes darkened, and he slammed his fist onto the table, exclaiming, "These damn bastards found my subordinates so quickly!"
Time suddenly became a precious commodity.
Tony's father, the late Howard Stark, had extensive connections in both science and politics.
With Howard gone, Tony inherited the legacy of those connections.
Once their conspiracy to murder Tony was discovered, these American elites would take drastic measures to protect Tony's long-term development.
There was no time to waste. Things needed to be done before these people conspired further. As long as Tony was eliminated, everything would come to a halt.
The chief scientist hurriedly approached Obadiah, sweat dripping down his face, but a hint of scrutiny flashed in his eyes. "Sir, I've discovered some redundant parts in the program and mecha design. If we activate the mecha now, it will be too late to make changes in the future."
Obadiah's voice turned cold. "How long will it take to make these changes?"
The chief scientist shook his head. "These areas involve the core components. We would essentially have to start from scratch. But..."
"Enough! Activate the mecha!" Obadiah impatiently interrupted him.
Overthrow and start over? Obadiah didn't even know if he would live to see the next day. He couldn't afford to wait another two or three years.
The chief scientist opened his mouth, but realizing the futility of arguing, he simply turned around and signaled to proceed with the activation.
However, a hint of sarcasm crossed his face.
He knew that the design drawings, including the core components, were provided by President Tony.
Based on Obadiah's recent behavior, it was highly likely that he intended to use this opportunity to assassinate Tony.
When the chief scientist received the design drawings, he couldn't comprehend the purpose of the two redundant steps. However, as the Iron Armor started up, he instantly understood the profound effect of those design choices.
One step involved the program level, causing the Iron Armor to enter a downtime state after completing certain predetermined tasks.
The other step was related to the Ark Reactor, triggering an unknown frequency fluctuation that would activate the Iron Armor's internal closed loop energy supply.
Although the chief scientist didn't understand the intricacies of how it worked, he witnessed the overall effect. Obadiah was in for a terrible fate tonight.
As Obadiah observed the Iron Armor, its eyes glowing brighter and brighter, a sinister smile spread across his face. "Hahahahahaha! Tony, you will meet a miserable demise once I wear this armor!"
The chief scientist discreetly motioned for his assistant to follow him. "Once the armor is activated, we need to leave immediately."
The assistant, filled with excitement at the sight of the Iron Armor about to come to life, looked at the chief scientist with confusion. "Boss, what's going on? This is a groundbreaking invention. Why are we leaving?"
The assistant couldn't contain his enthusiasm.
This was the greatest military invention he had ever been a part of.
The Iron Demon Armor truly lived up to its name.
After their daring modifications, it became the most formidable individual combat weapon on Earth. Equipped with man missiles, Gatling guns, incendiary bombs, and rocket boosters, it integrated all the extreme equipment for individual combat, regardless of cost.
The Stark Group was a renowned military organization, boasting the most advanced weaponry in all of America. This armor represented the pinnacle of individual combat technology.
The chief scientist shook his head. "You understand the mechanics of launching, but you fail to grasp the complexities of human nature. Come with me and stay quiet."
In Obadiah's eyes, they were expendable. In the upcoming fierce confrontation, their lives held no value to him.
The assistant, torn but trusting in the mentor who had provided him with a home and sent mercenaries to save his life on the battlefield, reluctantly abandoned the moment of celebration. It was perhaps the greatest moment in history, but he knew loyalty mattered more.
As the program gradually initiated, the chief scientist led his assistant, suitcase in hand, to make their escape.
As they reached the entrance of the technology building, they were surprised to see President Tony and a young man dressed in black casual attire engaged in conversation, laughing and joking.
Tony wore an exquisite golden-red battle armor, its mask raised to reveal his handsome face. The young man with black hair exuded an aura of power, causing those around him to instinctively feel a sense of fear.
Fang, observing a bald, white-bearded old man leading a young man, smiled faintly. Tony followed Fang's gaze, and his smile instantly faded, replaced by a hint of hostility.
The chief scientist discreetly scanned the surroundings. The once bustling industrial park now lay deserted.
Black cars commonly used by agent organizations were parked nearby, plainclothes agents with tactical sunglasses standing watch with cold indifference.
The chief scientist sighed wryly, unaware that this was a trap deliberately set by President Tony for Chairman Obadiah.
Tony's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
The chief scientist took his assistant's hand, motioning for him to follow, and approached Tony with a respectful salute. "Mr. Tony, I am the chief scientist of Obadiah's Iron Demon Armor Project."
Fang's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh? Tell me, how lethal is this Iron Demon Armor ?"
The chief scientist calmly explained, "It can easily handle tanks and fighter jets. Even when surrounded by a large army, its exceptional maneuverability allows for quick escape. Its battery life is currently the most advanced in the world, rendering conventional weapons ineffective..."
The chief scientist provided detailed data, highlighting the Iron Demon Armor formidable combat capabilities.
Fang raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, if this thing can fly, it could pose a challenge."
Upon hearing this, Tony's eyes lit up. After preparing for nearly a month, he had been eagerly waiting for these words.
He grinned proudly. "Hey, powerful magician, do you need me to provide you with a set of Mark III? Although it's not the upgraded Mark VI, I believe you could use a technologically advanced armor to aid you in your endeavors."
Tony felt a surge of pride, finally finding a field where Fang might need his help.
Fang glanced at him casually. "Really? I don't think I need it."
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Fang felt a surge of determination as soon as Tony spoke those words.
Tony was taken aback: "Hold on, Fang, the magnificent magician and the second most handsome man in the world! I don't think it's necessary to give up the Mark III armor for such unconventional ideas. I worked tirelessly all night to prepare it for you!"
Fang pondered, rubbing his chin: "I believe we can make the impossible happen."
He considered two options: relying on sheer strength to achieve a brief moment of flight or destroying the surroundings to trap the formidable Shadowkhan King on the ground.
Fang was confident that with enough strength, any challenge could be overcome. And if needed, he could activate the power of the Ox talisman and deliver a powerful punch.
Tony looked perplexed: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'works wonders'?"
Fang moved his wrist, causing the muscles in his arm to slightly swell: "It's enough to ground him and prevent him from flying."
Tony appeared dismayed: "Do we have permission to seek assistance? I believe I can stop him from taking flight."
Fang understood Tony's concerns about the expensive equipment in their industrial park. He realized that a single punch could cause the equipment, worth thousands of times more than gold, to explode.
Regret filled Tony's voice: "If only I had known earlier. I wouldn't have pretended otherwise."
Fang reassured him: "We can rebuild the headquarters if it's destroyed. But it would take 3-10 years to recover the equipment in Stark Industries."
The high cost of the armor weighed heavily on Tony's minds.
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