Steady footsteps subtly emanated from the silent hall.
Tony struggled to open his eyes and saw a tall black figure slowly approaching him.
"Godfather? Is that you? No, this should be an illusion before death." Tony said to himself with difficulty.
Then, the figure walked to him, stopped, squatted down slightly, and asked him: "Tony, are you giving up just like that?"
"Godfather, I have no choice. You are right, only the strong can choose, the weak have no choice." Tony moved his lips weakly and answered helplessly.
"You are still a weakling now, but you have the potential to become a strong one. Before you become a hero who can rival the gods, with me as your godfather, it will be difficult for you to die."
Kyle shrugged, his tone calm and confident. He reached into his windbreaker pocket and pulled out a worn-out energy core that glowed faintly.
Seeing the old core that represented the hope of life, Tony suddenly opened his eyes wide as if he had a last burst of light. His eyes were full of brilliance, and even his body was injected with strength again, and his confused brain became completely clear.
"Godfather, is it really you?" Tony looked at Kyle squatting in front of him, full of disbelief and excitement.
"Who else but me?" Kyle smiled, put the old core in his hand into Tony's chest, and encouraged him: "Go ahead, let that guy see how powerful you are."
"You are Iron Man! From now on, you must try to keep up with me. Our future enemies will be a thousand times stronger than a small character like Stani!"
There was once a man who fought alongside him, but his plane crashed into the sea and disappeared in the middle of the war.
Today, Kyle once again placed this expectation on Iron Man Tony.
Chapter 233 A Small-scale Situation
Stark Industries, office building.
When Pepper nervously arrived at the door of the building, she happened to meet the president's female secretary who was about to go home. She was shocked and thought that Stani would discover her whereabouts. However, she was surprised to learn a reversal message from the president's female secretary.
Godfather Kyle just came to the Stark office building and resigned from the position of president of Stani...
Isn’t this too cool and domineering
Pepper was filled with emotion, and secretly sighed that Tony was worthy of being his godfather. She hurriedly walked into the elevator in her high heels, swiped her card and went to the president's office on the 68th floor.
In the computer files that Stani had not deleted in time, Pepper found the list of secret transactions according to Tony's instructions, and was unexpectedly shocked to find the emails and videos between Stani and terrorists in the Middle East.
Without thinking too much, Pepper immediately made a call and found that Tony's phone could not be dialed, so she informed the military contact Colonel Rhodes and the SHIELD contact Agent Coulson of the criminal information.
Rhodes is Tony's good friend and immediately said that he would rush to Tony's villa to confirm his safety. Coulson brought several agents to meet Pepper to track down and arrest Stani himself.
This period of time happened exactly when Tony's new core was taken away and he was lying on the floor of the living room at home waiting to die.
"Tony, are you okay?!"
Rhodes, who was in plain clothes, rushed to the villa, ignoring traffic regulations all the way. As soon as he walked into the brightly lit first-floor lobby, he shouted anxiously inside.
There was no response from Tony, but a calm and composed voice came from the sofa, "Soldier. What are you yelling for?"
"Um?"
Rhodes was shocked and subconsciously put his right hand on the pistol at his waist. However, when his sharp eyes fell on the sofa and saw the silver-haired young man who made the sound, his tense dark face immediately showed respect and he suddenly saluted, "Hello, Major General Kyle!"
"What's the point of being called a young general? I publicly retired more than sixty years ago." Kyle glanced at him calmly, then sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding up the glass of bright red wine, and took another sip to taste it.
"I know, but you've been my idol since I was a kid, so..." Rhodes said halfway, then remembered that this was not the time to meet an idol, and quickly changed the subject to ask, "Where's Tony? Where is Tony now?"
"He's in the basement now, and should be getting ready to leave." Kyle said calmly. At a time when everyone was anxious and solemn, he was actually relaxed and calm.
It seemed as if what was about to happen had nothing to do with him, and yet it seemed as if everything was under his control.
"Then I'll go down first. I'll see you next time."
Rhodes threw down a sentence and rushed downstairs in a hurry. As soon as he reached the basement, he heard the clinking sounds of various mechanical brakes.
He followed his gaze and saw Tony standing upright on the workbench, the core on his chest glowing brightly. Mechanical claws were putting on a close-fitting iron suit for him, the Mark II, which was painted gold and red and made of anti-icing material.
The perfect fusion of the mechanical suit and the human body, the gradual formation of the cool humanoid armor, Rhodes was a little mesmerized for a moment, and said aloud: "Tony, this is the coolest thing I have ever seen."
"Rhodes, you're here. Where is Pepper now?" Tony asked in a deep voice.
"She and several agents are at Stark Industries, preparing to capture Stani." Rhodes replied quickly.
"They are far from enough alone. I'll go there now." Tony said as he put on the iron suit and transformed into a mechanical iron man. A dazzling white light appeared on his iron chest and the eye sockets of the mask.
"Need my help?" Rhodes asked, his eyes fixed on the side of the workbench, where there was another unpainted original model suit.
"Clear the sky for me!"
As soon as Tony finished speaking, his hands dropped, the engines on the soles of his feet and palms roared, emitting white lasers and accelerating rapidly, then he crashed through the ceiling and wall of the basement and left.
"It's about time."
There was sound of life coming from the stairs behind him. Rhodes turned around and saw Kyle walking down with a wine glass in his hand, looking calm.
"Mr. Kyle, aren't you worried at all?" Rhodes couldn't help but ask curiously.
"worry about what?"
Kyle's question stunned Rhodes for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly.
The matter of Stanny really seems to be a bit of a minor incident for the symbol of peace who once single-handedly ended World War II.
Rhodes suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right. Mr. Kyle, since you came back, a general has been eager to meet you. He said he wants to ask for your help. He said the military is preparing to deal with a monster, and you are the only one in the world who can deal with it."
"Monster?" Kyle thought for a moment and said coldly, "Although I don't want to have anything to do with the US military anymore, if the monster you are dealing with is worth my effort, I will consider it."
"It's settled then." Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the sports car in the basement. "I'm going to Stark Industries now. Do you want to go over and take a look?"
"Of course we have to go and see Iron Man's first battle, but we don't need to take your car." Kyle put down his wine glass and walked to the open air under the hole in the ceiling under Rhodes' puzzled gaze.
"Sports car, too slow."
Kyle said this in disdain, and then spread his dark wings, and the strong wind generated by flapping them blew over everything in the basement.
He rose into the sky like a beam of black light, turned 90 degrees above the villa, and rushed into the distance like a bullet.
Rhodes was stunned. If the principle of Tony's iron armor could be barely explained, then Kyle's biplane supersonic flight could not be explained by science in any way.
"This is another world." Rhodes sighed, took a last reluctant look at the prototype battle suit, then ran to drive the sports car dejectedly.
At this time, Stark Industries, manufacturing plant.
The dented bullet heads were scattered all over the ground, and there were three or four agents in suits fainted, and even their bodies were lying tragically on the floor. The instruments and the floor everywhere looked like they had been hit by a violent storm.
Pepper was running for her life in panic, with a three or four meter tall steel machine chasing her from behind. The thickened, rough armor and thermal weapons made the steel battle suit ugly and huge.