Chapter 50: Iron-Clad Ambition (Part 2)

"...Tony refuses to see me now. I know he must be very disappointed, but I hope you can tell him that the Air Force is not satisfied with the technology he gave them. They want more... My boss, General Johnson, once revealed that they want to join forces with the Army to put pressure on the Stark Group..."

"Or maybe they have more conspiracies."

Rod said on the phone that Schiller asked him: "Have you been excluded from the power center of this circle? Why? Because you wavered?"

Rod was silent for a while and said: "No, General Johnson actually never trusted me, because I used to be a subordinate of old General Andro, and the relationship between the two of them was very bad."

"So he forced you to go, right?"

Schiller sighed and said: "What if you can't stand the pressure there?"

Before Rod could speak, Schiller said again: "Tony doesn't see you now, not because of something related to the Air Force, there are some problems in their Stark Group, he needs to take it easy now, and he hasn't been out for a few days."

Rod's tone has not fluctuated, just like him, always serious and looks very rigid, he said: "I think we all know , the Stark Group is not a monolithic entity. Someone among them must be in collusion with the military, and this person must be a high-ranking official. ”

He went on to say: “The military has acquired the technical information of the Stark Group too quickly and in too much detail. This is very abnormal. Although I don’t know more information for the time being, I don’t want Tony to be betrayed.”

“You want me to tell him about this? But maybe you haven’t thought about it. He already knew it a long time ago. The reason why he has delayed it until now…”

“I know that he is too soft-hearted, otherwise he would not compromise with the military because of me, but this matter is too serious. , if he continues to be so indecisive, something bad will happen..."

Just when he said this, Schiller heard a noise. He turned his head and saw two meteors passing by the window, followed by two dazzling lights flashing through the air. A violent explosion sounded at the end of the sky, and the two lights fell down together. Schiller looked out the window and said to the other end of the phone: "...something bad has happened."

Schiller hung up the phone, and he turned into gray mist and passed through the streets of Manhattan, chasing the landing point of the two streamers, and came to an abandoned warehouse in the XC district of New York.

This landing point must have been chosen by Stark, because this is a rare abandoned neighborhood in the city. Only by falling here will it not hurt ordinary people.

Schiller slowly gathered his body. Before he could go in, the phone rang again. Rod said hurriedly on the other end of the phone: "Send me a satellite positioning, I will go there immediately, Tony may need my help!"

Schiller held the phone and flew to the roof of the warehouse in a flash, then looked down.

There, Iron Man in a golden-red armor was entangled with a huge robot.

That robot was not Iron Monger.

It was pitch black with some joints decorated with gold. It was bigger than Iron Monger, but more ferocious.

Schiller said to the phone: "Things have changed. You'd better come quickly."

The battle below was very fierce. Iron Man was not unable to beat the big robot, but in the fall just now, he had to take the robot to a deserted place, so he had no time to adjust the angle when landing, and one side of the armor was already a little inflexible.

This was not like the street thugs he usually fought when saving people. Even with Jarvis's intelligent calculation system, Iron Man still had a hard time dealing with it. It can be seen that the robot seemed to be prepared to deal with him.

Iron Man flew into the air, swooped down from a low altitude to hug the robot's waist, and slammed it into the wall. After a violent crash, a large piece of the roof collapsed and fell on the two of them.

Iron Man's situation was even worse. His entire shoulder armor was somewhat damaged, and one arm could hardly be lifted at all.

But the big guy was not much better. After being hit hard, he was electrocuted again, and a large part of the cockpit was knocked off, but there was no driver inside, and it seemed that someone was remotely controlling it.

After discovering this, Iron Man came up with a way to deal with it. He first pretended that the armor was out of control, climbed out of the fallen steel frame on the roof, and then pretended to be defeated and fell to the ground.

The big robot also struggled to climb out of the steel frame, and found that Iron Man had fallen to the ground. He directly picked up a steel bar and tried to insert it into Iron Man's chest.

Just as he leaned his entire upper body forward to exert force, Iron Man on the ground suddenly jumped up and kicked its knee, followed by an elbow strike, hitting the robot's head.

The upper body of the big robot was too bulky. Although it was very strong, its lower body was inevitably unstable. It was hit hard by Iron Man's elbow and fell to one side.

Just when Iron Man was about to use the same trick again and defeat it with electric shock and collision, the big robot suddenly smoked, and Jarvis began to frantically call the police. Iron Man quickly retreated, but he was still a step too slow.

The violent explosion raised a huge mushroom cloud in the warehouse, and the roar could be heard several blocks away. It exploded.

Obviously, the designer of this big robot made its upper body so big for a reason.

There was a big bomb in it, with a large equivalent.

When Schiller pulled Stark out of the mecha, his face was already covered in blood. At least three of his ribs were broken, and it seemed that his ankle and arm were also broken.

Stark himself did not have any superpowers. Although his brain was well developed, his limbs were obviously much worse.

Stark tried hard to raise his arm and wipe the blood stains from his eyes. He saw that it was Schiller, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said to him: "I have a cell phone in my pocket... Jarvis will call another mecha to see if there is anyone around... The explosion is too big..."

Obviously, his head was also hit. Schiller opened his eyelids and took a look. The congestion in his eyes was very serious. He took out a bottle of small medicine, poured out a pill, and asked Stark to take it.

The high-concentration analgesic worked very well. Soon, Stark said, "This guy is coming for me. It has a strong restraint on my mecha and can even predict my route of action. I can't believe it..."

"What can't you believe? Can't believe that the person who knows you best might betray you? If you have the skills, build a few more mechas and you can win with one punch."

"I know I shouldn't hide in the laboratory to escape, but I just want to digest this fact. You can't expect me to be emotionless like a zombie."

Stark now looks very negative, and his face is full of decadence and loss.

Stark coughed heavily a few times, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Obviously, the impact just now made his respiratory tract uncomfortable. A kind of euphoria brought by the high concentration of painkillers kept surging in his body. He seemed to be fascinated and whispered:

"I knew his friends would not be good people. They were as bad as him. I thought..."

"No, or maybe he is right. Stark is not worthy of trust. He will always disappoint people..."

Schiller laid Stark's head flat and felt his pulse. He found that his heart rate was a little low. He wanted to take Stark away directly, but Stark was like drunk and refused to leave.

It can be seen that he is not very eager to survive now.

So Schiller could only sit cross-legged beside him. Next to him was the wreckage of Iron Man's battle suit. The big pit caused by the explosion of the big robot just now was smoking not far away. The whole warehouse was blown to pieces, and there were steel bars and concrete fragments all over the ground. Everything looked like the ruins of the end of the world.

Schiller asked Stark: "Obadiah is actually more like your father than Howard, right?"

Stark did not answer him, as if he was asleep. After a while, he slowly said: "When I made the first robot, Uncle Obadiah was very happy. He said that I was a genius like my father."

"I always heard my father's name from him. He described him as a perfect person, smart, upright, firm...justice..."

"In my previous memory, every time he mentioned the name Howard, he always brought only praise and nostalgia."

"But later, I began to dislike hearing this name more and more, and he stopped mentioning it..."

Stark's voice was hoarse, and he was almost out of breath when he spoke. He said:

"I have seen a photo of them together, which is placed on his desk. In it, they are all very young and vigorous..."

"Maybe just like you and Rod." Schiller said.

"No, that's different, totally different."

"I don't look like Howard at all, not at all, and Rod won't look like Obadiah. Rod and I are completely opposite, and we will never be a copy of them, absolutely not..."

After that, Stark stopped making any sound, and the painkillers made him fall asleep quickly.

When Rod came, he saw that Stark was so seriously injured, and he hammered the wreckage of the mecha hard. Schiller said to him: "Now compared to his physical injuries, I think his mental state is more problematic."

"Aren't you a psychologist? Can't you enlighten him?"

"I am a psychologist, but not God. Obviously, he has reached a dead end now. He thinks everything he is suffering now is retribution, his retribution, his father's retribution, and the retribution of the Stark Group."

"Does he want to give it all to others?"

"This You have to ask him. He once said that he would never back down for his family, but now it seems that he really wants to give it all up. "

Rod looked back at Stark lying on the ground and said, "If there is only one price he has to pay, it may be for his smart brain and sensitive heart."

"He said that you two are completely opposite." Schiller said, "He has a suit of armor, what about you?"

"Do you have a firm enough heart?"

Rod turned around and looked at the scrapped mecha in front of him, and said nothing.