SWNOVELXO Chapter 82: Chapter 82
In the instant, time seems to be infinitely lengthened.
The serom smile on Ivan Vanko's face has solidified into a cruel art. The long whip wrapped around the blue arc tore the hot air and slashed at Tony Stark's racing car with the breath of destroying everything!
Pepper's scream stuck in his throat, and Harper's pupils shrank into a needle tip.
It's over.
This is the only idea in everyone's mind.
However, the expected scene of the racing car being cut off and bursting into a fireball did not happen.
At the moment when the electric whip was about to touch the car body, a dazzling red light suddenly burst out from the back of Tony's car!
"Boom--!"
It was not an explosion, but a thunderous metal roar.
A Stark industrial racing car, which was also red and white, accelerated instantly in a posture that completely violated the laws of physics, like a cannonball out of the barrel, crashing into the deadly electric light!
Zilala--!
In the harsh sound of electric current, the electric whip hit the roof of the racing car that rushed out.
But it was not cut off.
On the hard alloy shell, the electric snake danced wildly, but only left a black scratch.
Then, under the silent gaze of the audience, the car... stood up!
"Click! Click-click--!"
The tooth-souring metal deformation sound resounded intensively. Doors, hoods, tires, chassis... Countless sophisticated parts began to reorganize, flip and splice at a speed that is difficult for the naked eye to catch.
The red and white car paint flows in the deformation, outlining a strong humanoid outline. The two headlights turned up and turned into a pair of electronic eyes flashing with ice blue light.
In less than three seconds, a combat robot full of power and science fiction aesthetics has stood proudly in the center of the track, blocking between Tony and the whiplash.
It is one head taller than Ivan Vanke, and its streamlined body is full of explosive power. On the outside of its arms, two sharp blades deformed by the door and flashing with cold light slowly ejected.
"Then...what the hell is that?!" The rich people in the stands were stunned.
"Stark's new weapon? Transformers?"
In the VIP box, Hapi opened his mouth and could stuff an egg in it. Pepper covered his chest, and his face was full of shock.
Only Paul had an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.
Thunderfire, the first appearance, the effect is perfect.
On the track, Ivan Vanke was also shocked by this sudden change and took a step back. He looked at the robot in front of him, with a trace of suspicion in his eyes, but he was immediately replaced by a stronger madness.
"Stark's toy!"
He roared, and his arms suddenly exerted force. Two long electric whips were like dragons going out to sea, one left and one right, with a sharp whistle, and hit the thunder!
The ice-blue electronic eyes of the thunder fire have no fluctuations.
In the face of the thunderous pinch, it just sank slightly, and the sharp blades of its arms crossed in front of its chest.
"Zong--!"
The crisp sound of the metal crossing is as clear as a dragon's cry.
The two electric whips were firmly held, and the violent current spread along the blade to the whole body of the thunder, but could not shake it at all.
Ivan Vanke's face changed. He was about to increase his energy output, but the thunder broke out.
It moves so fast that there is only a shadow left.
The sharp blade of the right arm stroked up along the trajectory of the electric whip!
"Thunder Half Moon Cut!"
Paul meditated the name of the second year of junior high school in his mind.
A brilliant knife light, like lightning tearing the night, crossed in an instant.
"Dang!"
The electric whip in Ivan Vanke's right hand broke in response to the sound! The broken mouth is as smooth as a mirror.
Then, the sharp blade of the left arm of the thunder fire turned up at a tricky angle, and the second half-moon-shaped knife light flashed away.
"Dang!"
The electric whip in the left hand was also cut off!
Ivan Vanke was completely stunned. His proud weapon was as fragile as two noodles in front of this red robot.
Before he could react, the thunder had already come up.
Without unnecessary actions, it is the simplest and most direct collision.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Ivan Vanke seemed to be hit by a high-speed truck. The whole person flew out and hit the guardrail more than a dozen meters away, knocking into the strong steel bars into shape.
The light of the reactor in his chest flashed sharply, and the simple exoskeleton on his body emitted an overwhelming lament, and electric sparks splashed everywhere.
The thunder fire did not chase, but slowly put away the arm blade. The ice-blue electronic eyes calmly stared at the whipping rope that fell to the ground, as if it was examining a failed industrial product.
The whole field was silent.
From the appearance to the end of the battle, no more than 30 seconds.
Efficient, neat, full of crushing violent aesthetics.
In the racing car, Tony Stark stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, and his mind was a little confused.
He was saved.
By his own son's... toy?
An extremely complicated taste surged into my mind. There is the happiness of the rest of the life after the robbery, and the shock of the powerful performance of this robot, but more than that, it is a kind of suffocation and helplessness of being robbed of the lit.
Just then, a drone roared over and dropped a red suitcase in front of his car.
"Sir, your suit." Happy's voice came from the communicator.
Tony took a deep breath and pushed the door.
He can't let a robot finish all the plays!
A few seconds later, when the red and gold Paul V portable suit quickly covered his whole body, Tony rushed to the sky, and a beautiful aerial flip fell steadily beside the thunder.
He was ready to face a fierce battle, but what he saw was a whip that had fallen to the ground and was broken.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
The corners of Tony's mouth twitched under his face. He selectively ignored the thunderblow next to him, walked straight to Ivan Vanke, squatted down, and knocked on the reactor on the other's chest.
"Imitate goods, rough workmanship, and unstable energy output." He made a conclusion in a tone of evaluating junk products, then stretched out his hand and unceremoniously pulled out the energy core flashing with blue light.
Ivan Ke let out a painful muffled hum and fainted completely.
"Take him away and block the scene. I don't want any words about Transformers to appear in the newspaper tomorrow." Tony stood up and ordered Harpi and the security personnel who came.
His eyes swept over the quiet P fire, which seemed to sense his sight. The ice-blue electronic eyes flashed twice, and then "clicked" a few times, and quickly turned back to the coquettish Stark industrial racing car. The engine roared and automatically drove away from the scene.
It came and went quickly, as if everything just now was just an illusion.
"Tony, are you all right?" Pepper and Natasha Romanov ran over quickly.
"Do I look like I have something to do?" Tony raised the imitation reactor in Yang's hand, and his tone returned to his usual frivolous tone, "It's just a solution to a fly."
Natasha's eyes stayed on the distant racing car for a moment, and a trace of inquiry flashed in the depths of her eyes.
...
Monaco detention center, a cold and oppressive interrogation room.
Tony changed into an expensive suit, crossed his legs, and sat opposite Ivan Vanko.
"Anton Vanke." Tony left a yellowed document on the table. "Your father, a traitor and a spy, wanted to sell my technology to the Soviets. He was deported by my father and finally died in the poverty of Siberia.It sounds like a sad story.
Ivan Vanke raised his head, and his eyes were burning with hatred.
"My father?" He sneered and said hoarsely, "He said that it was Howard Stark who stole everything from him! The Ark Reactor should have been the glory of our Vanke family!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Tony shrugged his shoulders indiffertingly, "The words of losers are always so similar. History is written by the winners, and you are obviously the losers.
"The winner?" Ivan Ke's body leaned forward, his hands were handcuffed on the table, and made a "bang" sound. "Do you think you won? You sat on the throne with my father's wisdom. You are a thief like your damn father!Your Stark family is built on a pile of lies and bones!"
The smile on Tony's face gradually disappeared.
I don't like this man's eyes. It's a kind of look that can see through all his disguises.
He began to realize that behind his father's glorious image, there might really be some darkness hidden that he had never touched.
"It took you 20 years to make such a piece of junk to come to me for revenge?" Tony tried to cover up his inner waves with contempt. "I have to say that the efficiency is a little low."
"This is just the beginning, Stark." A strange smile appeared on Ivan Vanke's face, "I gave you a gift, an inheritance from your father."
He looked at the position of Tony's chest and said word by word:
"The poison that keeps you alive is also slowly killing you. Palladium poisoning... How does it taste?"
Tony's pupils shrank sharply.
"Soon, you will be eaten by your greatest invention like your father." Ivan Vanke leaned back on the chair, his eyes full of the pleasure of revenge, "And I am not the only ghost who crawled out of your father's grave. Wait, more people will come to you to settle this blood debt.
The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and the guard signaled that the time had come.
Tony stood up, tidyed up the collar of his suit, and his face regained calm.
He walked to the door, stopped and did not look back. ULZ 007923 "You will die in prison, and I will continue to enjoy my life."
You will die in prison, but I will continue to enjoy my life.
After saying that, he walked out without going back.
Sitting in the Rolls-Royce returning to the hotel, the neon light outside the window crossed Tony's handsome side face, but could not illuminate the haze under his eyes.
Palladium poisoning.
A fact that he has been avoiding, but knows it well.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
The phone is answered almost in seconds.
"Your toy is awesome." Tony's voice can't hear any emotion.
"He is not a toy." Paul's voice came from the handset, as calm as ever. "He is a thunderboard, a guardian."
There was a brief silence in the car.
"That guy named Vanke..." Tony leaned on the soft leather seat and rubbed his eyebrows. "He mentioned palladium poisoning."
On the other end of the phone, there was another silence, longer than just now.
It's been so long that Tony thought the signal was broken.
"I know."
Finally, Paul's voice sounded again, breaking the suffocating silence.
"We have to talk, Dad."