Marvel: The Rise of Little Iron Man

At night, the private aircraft depot of Hammer Industrial is as bright as daylight.

Under the wings of a Gulfstream G650, the long table covered with white tablecloths is full of exquisite dishes and precious champagne. A man in a flamboyant floral shirt is diligently pouring wine for the guests opposite him.

Justin Hammer, the head of Hammer Industry, at this moment, the smile on his face seems to have been carefully measured with a ruler, which is so perfect that it is disgusting.

"Mr. Vanke, try this, 1982 Laffi, with Kobe A5 steak, excellent!" Han Mo will drink wineThe cup was pushed in front of the other party, and his tone was full of show-off, "I spent a lot of thought to get you out of that damn prison. A just-right fire, an unrecognizable burnt corpse... You see, there is nothing in the world that money can't solve.

The man opposite him, Ivan Vanko, turned a blind eye to the food and wine on the table.

He was wearing a cheap suit that didn't fit, which was prepared for him by Hammer, but the lingering smell of oil and gloomy evil spirit on his body made the expensive suit look funny.

He just stared at Hammer with his deep, fiery eyes, like a wild wolf looking at a noisy monkey.

"I don't need wine." Ivan Vanke's voice was hoarse like a rusty piece of iron rubbing, "I need a studio, I need my whip, I need... kill Tony Stark."

The smile on Han Mo's face stiffened, and then it bloomed exaggeratedly.

"Of course! Of course! Our goals are exactly the same!" He clapped his hands, as if he had heard some great news, "Tony Stark, that megomaniac, that thief! He robbed the order that should have belonged to the Ministry of National Defense and the glory that should have belonged to me! We are natural allies, Mr. Vanke!"

He boasted endlessly about his industrial strength and showed the design drawings of his drone armor.

"Look at these!" Army No. 1, Navy No. 1... I named them 'Iron Soldiers'! As long as you help me improve their operating system, we can create an era that belongs to Hammer! Stark Industry will become history!"

Ivan Vanke finally made a move.

He picked up the knife, casually scratched the steak in front of him, and then picked up a piece with the tip of the knife, but did not put it in his mouth, but held it up in front of him, looking at Hammer contemptuously.

"Yours... are toys." He threw the steak back into the plate and made a soft sound, "Software? System? The core of Stark's armor is energy. You can't even create a qualified energy source, so you want to fly to the sky like it?"

Hammer's face instantly became a little ugly.

Ivan Vanko's words were like a sharp knife, accurately stabbing his most painful place.

"You..."

"Give me what I need." Ivan interrupted him and leaned forward slightly. The fierce breath made Hammer subconsciously shrink back, "I'll give you an army that can defeat Stark. But those armors, listen to me."

Hammer looked at the unquestionable madness in Ivan's eyes, and his throat rolled.

He felt that he was not soliciting a partner, but making a deal with the devil.

But he had no choice.

"Oh, okay.He squeezed out a smile and raised his wine glass, "Have a good cooperation."

Ivan Vanke did not touch the wine glass, but looked at him coldly, and the corners of his mouth made an arc.

...

Malibu, Stark seaside villa.

In the underground studio, Tony Stark hasn't closed his eyes for three days.

After returning from Monaco, the conversation between him and Ivan Vanko in the interrogation room was like a sting and deeply embedded in his mind.

"You are a thief just like your damn father!"

"Palladium poisoning... How does it taste?"

Tony took out all the old files about Howard Stark and Anton Vanko.Yellowed photos, dusty blueprints, encrypted memos...

The truth is like peeling onions, and layers are exposed, spicy and dazzling.

His father, the man he regarded as an idol and chased all his life, was not a perfect saint. He and Anton Vanke were indeed close partners, and the rudiment of the Ark reactor was the crystallization of their common wisdom.

But for the sake of "national security", in order to firmly hold this great technology in his own hands, Howard finally chose to betray. He deported Andon Vanke, slandered him as a Soviet spy, and erased all his achievements.

Tony leaned on the chair and felt dizzy.

The Ark reactor on his chest, the miracle of life that he was proud of, is now like a cold brand, burning his skin and conscience.

"Sir, your blood palladium concentration has reached 23%. It is recommended that you rest immediately." Jarvis's voice echoed in the studio.

"Shut up, Jarvis." Tony rubbed his temples with a hoarse voice.

Looking at the red alarm data that kept beating on the screen, he felt the fear that went deep into the bone marrow for the first time.

It is not the fear of death, but the absurdity and despair that one is slowly being killed by his greatest invention.

"Tony!"

The door of the studio was pushed open, and Colonel Rod strode in in a military uniform. He looked at Tony's haggard face and empty cans of energy drinks on the ground, and frowned tightly.

"What on earth are you doing? The whole world is looking for you, and the Pentagon's phone is about to explode! You must go to Washington to attend the hearing of the Military Commission!"

Tony raised his head and looked at his friend with some loose eyes.

"Hearing? What else do they want? My recipe? Or do you want to slice me with people and armor?" He laughed self-deprecatingly and tried to stand up, but his body shook violently.

"Tony!" Rod quickly held him, but felt that his body was strangely hot.

"I'm fine..." Tony pushed him away and walked to the operating table. "I'm just... a little tired..."

Before he finished his words, his eyes suddenly darkened, and the world began to turn around.

He only saw Rod's shocked face, and the blood poison value on the screen soared to 28% in an instant, and then he lost all consciousness and fell heavily.

"Tony!!"

Rod's roar was heart-rending.

Just as he was at a loss and was about to call the emergency center, a figure rushed down from upstairs like lightning.

It's Paul.

There was no panic on the teenager's face, and he was terribly calm.He just glanced at Tony who fell on the ground and the data on the screen, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

"Jarvis, launch the 'cradle' plan, the highest authority."

"Yes, Mr. Paul."

With the sound of mechanical operation, the floor in the center of the studio slowly cracked, and a dormant capsule filled with blue coolant slowly rose, and the cabin was covered with complex life support system interfaces.

"You...what is this?" Rod was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was speechless.

"Save his things." Without much explanation, Paul directed two robotic arms down from the ceiling to carefully lift the comatose Tony and put him into the hibernation compartment.

Looking at Tony's body wrapped in a dark blue liquid and various tubes and sensors connected to him, Rod's heart sank to the bottom.

"What's wrong with him? Paul! Tell me, what's wrong with Tony!" Rod grabbed Paul's shoulder and shook it vigorously, his voice trembling with fear.

Paul let him sway, but his eyes were always locked on the monitoring screen of the hibernation capsule, watching Tony's vital signs being forced to stabilize at a critical value after a rapid decline.

It was not until he confirmed that Tony was temporarily out of danger that he turned his head and calmly looked at Rod with red eyes.

"Palladium poisoning."

He said three words.

"What?" Rod was stunned.

"The core element of the ark reactor that sustains his life is palladium. And palladium is constantly invading his blood, slowly killing him. Paul's tone was not ups and downs, as if he was stating a scientific fact that had nothing to do with him. "The emotional fluctuation just now accelerated the spread of toxins. If it weren't for the 'cradle', he would be dead by now. ULZ 008009 "...Fuck!"

"... Damn it!"

Rod punched hard on the metal table next to him, making a loud noise.

Anger, fear, self-blame, powerlessness... All kinds of emotions surged in his heart. He didn't know anything about his best friend's desperate situation! The forever proud and invincible Tony Stark has been suffering from this kind of living torture alone!

Just then, the encrypted phone in Rod's pocket rang harshly.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and connected the phone.

On the other end of the phone, there is the cold and tough voice of Congressman Stern.

"Conel Rod, I don't care whether Stark is pretending to be dead or on vacation now, Congress has passed an emergency bill. Given that his out-of-control behavior in Monaco poses a potential threat to national security, the military will immediately take over all the 'Iron Man' suits, including yours! This is an order!"

Rod's blood rushed to the top of his head in an instant.

"What the fuck are you talking about!" He roared at the phone, "Tony..."

"This is an ultimatum, Colonel." Congressman Stern interrupted him indifferently, "Either you take the initiative to hand it over, or we will take it ourselves. Don't force us to make things too ugly.

The phone was hung up.

Rod held his mobile phone, and the blue veins on the back of his hand rose.

He slowly turned around and looked at his best friend whose life was uncertain in the hibernation cabin, and then at the teenager with deep eyes next to him.

The rise of Hammer Industry, Ivan Vanke's revenge, and the aggressive pressure of Congress...

An invisible net is being collected from all directions.

They don't want uniforms.

They want the life of Stark and his son.

Rod's eyes finally fell on Paul, a teenager who was not as calm as a human from beginning to end.

His voice is hoarse, full of unprecedented confusion and heaviness.

"Now... what should we do?"