Tony Stark was the absolute center of attention wherever he went.

His every move was filled with the conceit of a charming genius, and his caramel-colored eyes were always filled with sweetness. Fléty dared to bet her 240 GB database that more than 90% of the beauties here were willing to bet everything, as long as they could have Tony Stark's hand on their waist.

Fléty, who was dazzled by all the cameras, followed behind his boss, who had turned on the screen, and paid close attention to the surrounding crowd.

"Boss, six meters ahead."

She reported the location of the target in a low voice. In the eyes of outsiders, it was just a serious female assistant holding a tablet to confirm some arrangements with the boss.

"Walk straight there, Fléty. I can't let him know that my target tonight is him."

Tony Smith, the ruthless playboy Stark, casually pushed aside a blonde beauty who approached him. Obviously, he was like a fish in water, completely different from the "bedridden" image that the media had speculated.

"Hey, Stein, see you inside." Tony patted Stein on the shoulder when he passed by him, with a careless smile on his face.

"Tony, Tony."

Stein grabbed Tony's hand and lowered his voice. "Don't worry about the company, I've already helped you settle the board of directors."

The person who was caught seemed to be in a hurry to hunt. He even only gave this elder of many years a look, replied with a perfunctory "OK." and left.

Fléty withdrew her hand that was about to lift the hem of her skirt.

Tony went straight to the bar.

"Give me a glass of scotch."

While waiting for the drink, he explained to Fléty, "Stein's evil plan must be hidden in the company, I can't alert him.

Since you can't find it, it means that his personal computer is not connected to the Internet, I need to find someone to steal his plan. "

There was no need to think about who the candidate was.

"You have to pay attention to Miss Pepper's safety."

"Why do you think I was so friendly just now?"

Tony rubbed his fingers. "It's a tracking device produced by Stark. Jarvis will help me keep an eye on his every move."

Master and servant talked in low voices with natural expressions, as if they were discussing the color of Scotch and not how to make the second-in-command of Stark Industries lose his underwear.

"Mr. Stark." A male voice interrupted their conversation.

He introduced himself. "I'm Agent Colsen."

"Oh, that country …" The genius brain Tony was at a loss for words.

"The Logistics Department of National Strategic Intervention Execution," Fléty added calmly.

Colsen politely nodded at Fléty. It seemed that this was the first time he had seen someone who could completely recite the name of his department.

"Mr. Stark, we still have a lot of questions to be answered. Can we meet at 7 a.m. on the 24th at Stark Industries?" After a few polite opening remarks, the agent directly made his request.

Tony, who had been looking around the venue, found his target and said with satisfaction, "No problem, we will have a pleasant cooperation, Agent Colsen.

Now, you can talk to my assistant, Fléty. She will answer your questions. I need to find my other assistant to confirm the schedule. "

Freddy watched him walk toward a pretty figure in a blue halter dress in the crowd, and when he succeeded in getting Miss Pepper onto the dance floor, he put his arm around her and whispered something in her ear.

Pepper looked surprised for a moment, then quickly returned to an awkward smile, as if she really felt inconvenient dancing with her boss.

"So, Miss Fléty?"

"Agent Colsen." Fléty looked away.

"Pleasant cooperation." Colsen reached out his hand.

"Pleasant cooperation."

Fléty quickly pulled up the files left when she hacked into s.h.e.l.d. in her mind. After confirming the authenticity of her identity, she smiled sweetly and amiably.

She had to remind her boss that if there were any problems that were inconvenient for Stark to solve, he could leave them all to this department. After all, it would be a waste if he didn't use free labor.

Tony, who had successfully finished dancing with Pepper and assigned the undercover mission, returned to the bar. Before he could drink a martini, someone else came to disturb him.

"Christine."

Fléty looked at her boss's confused face and reminded him in a low voice. Fortunately, she had the foresight to ask her brother to share the database of her boss's female partners. Otherwise, the beautiful woman might have smashed the wine glass in her boss's perfect face.

Unlike what he imagined, the beautiful woman named Christine took out a few photos.

"You're ridiculous, Stark.

This is the town of Gemilla taken yesterday. "

Knowing about it was one thing, seeing it with his own eyes was another.

Even if he already knew that the weapons he made were sold to terrorists, Tony, who saw it for the first time, still clenched his teeth.

When he first learned about it, he felt angry and disappointed.

But now, looking at the Stark rocket launcher standing in the ruins, and the dark red blood stains and broken limbs under the ruins, he was terrified.

He only felt fear.

The weapons he made could destroy all the life in an entire town, and he didn't even know where the town was.

This uncontrollable and boundless fear almost drowned him.

Fléty hurriedly followed him to the door and looked at him as she questioned Stein, "What happened to Gemilla? You said that we have to abide by our principles when doing business. We can't make deals with both sides. You said that."

"Why do you think the board of directors kicked you out, Tony?"

Stein forcefully put his arm around his shoulder and faced the media. His posture was intimate like an elder taking care of an immature child.

"I signed it." Stein threw out a sentence and left.

The proud Tony Stark stood in place, silent and stiff like a statue.

The gloomy Tony rushed home without a word and used the hand armor to tear down half of the studio. Looking at the mess on the floor, the corners of his lips curled up.

Okay, okay, as long as you're happy.

Fléty quietly stood in the corner with a broom and Xiao Ben, watching the golden-red armor being installed piece by piece on the body of the boss who was wearing a tight black suit.

Fléty: So cool!

Xiao Ben: Nodded.

Nodded continuously.

Jarvis: Shared view activated.

Tony Smith, who flew thousands of miles to Gemilla to destroy everything, was so cool that Stark came home with bullet holes all over his body. Under Jarvis's gentle operation, he screamed.

Fléty held the tablet and reported, "Colonel Roddy just asked for a call. I transferred it directly to the armor for you. I don't know if you received it."

"The flight exercise has been resolved."

Another set of footsteps came from the stairs. It was Pepper holding a document.

"Are those bullet holes?" She stared at the person surrounded by the mechanical hands, her voice full of worry.

Tony turned his head to ask for help and found that Fléty had quietly retreated to the counter, holding an orange and pretending to be busy.

Hey!

Traitor!

He used his eyes to condemn his AI girl.

Fléty said that the signal was not good and the reception was not good.

Mr. President, who was caught by the iron-blooded female assistant, could only give her an armor introduction class. Colonel Roddy, who had been using the "test flight experiment" to cover for him, was also present.

"This is really cool, Tony."

Fléty looked at Roddy's reluctant eyes lingering on Mark 2 and wondered if he would steal a suit of armor from here one day.

The subsequent meeting with S.H.E.L.D. went very smoothly — at least from Stark's point of view.

Obadiah Stein was secretly taken away by S.H.E.L.D. agents. It was announced to the public that it was a sudden medical emergency. Even Stark's stock price was not affected.

Tony even gave Colsen a copy of the information on Hydra's Siberian base.

"Don't be too touched." He patted the agent on the shoulder. "This is what you should thank me for."

The matter was resolved smoothly. Other than the video of the exploding golden-red iron can saving the pilot from a stuck parachute in mid-air, there was not a single ripple.

At that time, S.H.E.L.D. didn't know that a genius scientist had created a suit of iron for himself, and Tony's awareness of confidentiality was close to zero.

Therefore, this video, which was accidentally recorded by aficionados who liked to shoot long-distance videos, luckily escaped the network monitoring system. When everyone teamed up to attack Stein, it quietly blew up the entire online world.

"What is that?

A new type of military humanoid aircraft?

The golden-red color scheme is too eye-catching. "

"It's so cool!

The angle and speed of the dive, the momentum of smashing the valve with one hand!

I bet 100 yuan that a real person is controlling it!! "

"I agree!

Unmanned aircraft definitely can't be operated so smoothly and neatly! "

"I don't think it's a military product. Not to mention the bright color scheme, if it was really a military product, this video would have been deleted a long time ago."

"I'm not afraid even if it was deleted, I have three copies!"

"You're smart!

I have five copies, hahahaha! "

…

Fléty closed the tablet and reported in a flat tone, "The related topic is too popular on the Internet. Deleting the video or the related comments will obviously only lead to a new round of speculation."

Colsen clasped his hands and said, "I suggest holding a press conference and saying that it's a new auxiliary aircraft developed by Stark Industries for air rescue.

The public only needs a reasonable explanation, and they'll quickly divert their attention and forget about it. "

"I'm sorry, Boss, I didn't monitor the Internet and found this video in time, causing the information to be leaked." Fléty's voice was soft and slow, and he felt disappointed for his negligence.

"It's not your fault, good girl."

Tony didn't think it was a big deal. Instead, he read the comments one by one with great interest. Most of the comments were curious and praises, praising the handsome flying posture of the golden-red iron can, praising him for cautiously approaching the pilot, and decisively smashing the valve. Some people even began to think of a name for this unknown aircraft.

"Iron Man?

That's not quite accurate. My armor is clearly made of gold titanium alloy. "Tony corrected the name, although he seemed to be very satisfied with the name.

He repeated the words a few times.

Iron

Man

Iron

Man

Iron

Man

… Sounds good.

"We'll prepare a press conference for you. Please speak strictly according to our script."

Colsen said, but it seemed that he didn't have much hope for Moustache Tycoon, who always followed his script, and quickly changed the topic.

"Mr. Stark, according to the information you provided, we found a suspected abandoned base in Siberia."

Colsen didn't ask about the source of the information, but after confirming the authenticity, he immediately came to discuss it with Tony. Obviously, he suspected that he had more accurate information.

"Hmm?" Tony motioned for him to continue with a bored expression.

"Because we haven't checked the use of the base, we haven't determined whether there are research materials and experimental projects from the Hydra Base inside."

Tony casually rubbed his earlobe.

Fléty reported in the invisible headset, "This base is very hidden. There is no relevant information in the network system. We can only determine the location."

Tony picked up his wine glass, "Then we'll take our time." After all, if there was something S.H.E.L.D. couldn't solve, they would find him.

And he had Fléty.

Tony knew how his AI girl used to wander around S.H.E.L.D. database like it was her backyard. Obviously, he didn't think there was anything wrong with what she did, nor did he think it was difficult to hack into S.H.E.L.D..

"If there's a need, I hope you can provide some help," Kou Sen said pointedly.