SWNOVELXO Chapter 93: Chapter 93
With Jarvis's last distortion alarm, the lights of the entire Malibu seaside villa completely returned to silence after flashing wildly.
Darkness covered everything.
The only light source comes from the residual holographic projection around the temporary particle accelerator in the center of the garage, and the dark blue Ark reactor on Tony Stark's chest.
"Jarvis?" Tony's voice was unusually clear in the silence, with an ominous premonition.
Colson also tightened his body in an instant, and his hand had subconsciously touched his waist.
"Sir, the external power grid is normal, and the backup power supply...Invalid." Jarvis's voice showed obvious stuttering and murmur for the first time, "Detected a strong gamma-ray burst of unknown origin, which is being..."
He hasn't finished his words yet.
"Om--"
A low and long buzzing sounded, and the emergency lights in the garage were instantly restored.
The temporary particle accelerator, composed of countless cables and precision instruments, slowly stopped running. At the end of the energy collision, a faint blue beam of light condensed and contracted, eventually forming a perfect inverted triangle metal block, quietly suspended in the magnetic field constraint.
It exudes unprecedented pure energy, and its light is soft and stable, like a imprisoned star.
Success!
Tony's eyes stared at the small triangle, and his breathing stopped. The shadow of death that haunted him for months, the palladium poisoning that went deep into the bone marrow, finally had the hope of ending.
"Cool." Paul whistled, breaking the solemn atmosphere. He walked to the console, operated it skillfully a few times, took out the new element from the constraint field, and handed it to Tony. Dad, your new heart. It is pure, pollution-free, powerful, and double endurance. Anyone who uses it knows.
Tony took the warm piece of metal, and an indescribable sense of rebirth surged into his heart. He looked at Paul, the son who gave him a headache and pride. He opened his mouth, but found that a "thank you" seemed so pale.
"Okay, don't look at me like that." Paul waved his hand, "I'm not for you. I just don't want my heir to hang up so early."
He turned aside to Colson, who had not recovered from the shock, and regained that youthful smile on his face: "Agent Colson, the deal is completed. Jarvis will send you the drawings and the list of materials. Now, can I go to New Mexico to watch... that hammer?"
Colson looked at the father and son and felt that his worldview was being refreshed repeatedly. He nodded and squeezed out a stiff smile: "Of course, Mr. Paul. The special plane has been prepared."
"Then we'll meet again, Dad." Paul waved his hand dashingly, "Don't miss me too much, and don't tear down the house when I'm away."
After saying that, he followed Colson out of the garage quickly.
Tony watched Paul's back disappear from the door, looked down at the new element in his hand, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.
He stayed alone in the empty garage, and an unprecedented sense of ease swept through his whole body. There was no threat of death, no troubles from the company, and even the son who made him most angry had temporarily left.
He went to the bar and poured himself a glass of treasured whiskey to celebrate the hard-won victory.
At this moment, a harsh ringing of the phone broke the silence of the garage.
It was an unknown number, which directly dialed into his private line.
Tony frowned and picked up the phone casually, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Which one? If it's a salesman, I suggest you change your job.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then a low, hoarse man's voice with a strong Eastern European accent came.
"Tony Stark."
The voice seemed to be icy, which made Tony's drunkenness wake up most of it in an instant.
"Your father, Howard Stark, stole a man's everything, destroyed his family, sent him to the Gulag of Siberia, and made him suffer for 20 years."
Tony's face sank. " Who the hell are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." The voice of the man on the other end of the phone showed a pathological pleasure. "The important thing is that your father's debt needs your son to repay today."
"I don't understand what you're saying." Tony's voice became cold. He had realized that this was definitely not a prank.
"You will understand." The man smiled coldly, "In those years, they asked my father to double his work. Now, I also give you a gift of 'double speed'. Your legend, your Stark Expo, will become the burial goods of your sins.
"Listen," the man paused and said word by word, "I'll give you forty minutes. Enjoy the last scenery of your life, Stark."
The phone was hung up suddenly.
Tony stood in place, his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.
Stark Expo! Ivan Vanko!
He instantly thought of the Russian physicist, Anton Vanko, who was kicked out of the Ark reactor project by his father. This is his son's revenge!
"Jarvis!" Tony smashed the wine glass heavily on the bar and roared.
"I'm here, sir."
"Change me to a new reactor! Start Mark's No. 6 suit!" As Tony said, he rushed to the workbench and tore open the clothes on his chest without hesitation.
He roughly pulled out the old circular reactor and, with the help of Jarvis, pressed the brand-new triangular energy core into the device groove of his chest!
"Shi--"
A more majestic and pure energy than ever penetrated his whole body in an instant! The indices of the suit soared wildly on the holographic screen, stabilizing at an unprecedented peak.
"Sir, according to the other party's threat, it is extremely risky to go directly to the Expo. I suggest..."
"Shut up!" Tony interrupted Jarvis, "If he wants to destroy everything for me, I will crush him with my own hands at my home field!"
The cold red and gold armor quickly covered the whole body, and the moment the face armor closed, Tony's eyes were only full of anger.
...
At the same time, the main pavilion of the Stark Expo is brightly lit and full of people.
Justin Hammer, the CEO of Hammer Industries, a competitor of Stark Industries, is standing in the center of the stage and salivating on his product launch.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Hammer opened his arms like a lame magician, "What Tony Stark can do, I, Justin Hammer, can do better! He has Iron Man, and we have the whole Iron Legion!"
As his words fell, dozens of drones of different shapes rose from the back of the stage. Army type, navy type, air force type... They stand neatly, and the metal shell shines with a cold luster in the light.
The audience under the stage exclaimed, and the flash was on.
Colonel Rod, who was sitting in the front row, was wearing a straight military uniform, looking at Hammer on the stage, with a tight eyebrow and a complicated expression.
In a dark and damp room in the city, a man covered with tattoos and gloomy eyes was looking at everything at the expo site through the screen.
He is Ivan Vanko.
Looking at Justin Hammer's proud face on the screen, Ivan grinned cruelly, and the toothpick in his mouth was gently bitten by him.
"Stupid." He muttered in a low voice and tapped the keyboard with his fingers a few times.
The majestic-looking "Hammer soldiers" on the stage are all masterpieces of his secret transformation. Now, these killing machines only obey his orders.
In the sky, a red and golden stream of light is breaking through the night at supersonic speed and flying rapidly towards the Expo.
"Jarvis, scan the venue to find out the location of Ivan Vanko!" Tony gave orders in the armor.
"Sir... the situation has changed." Jarvis's voice suddenly became extremely solemn.
"Speak!"
"Ivan Vanko has just invaded the server of Hammer Industries... and... the weapons control system of the U.S. military."
Tony's heart suddenly sank: "Did he control those drones?"
"Yes, sir." There was an unprecedented urgency in Jarvis's voice, "All! Thirty Hammer soldiers, and... and the one of the Air Force, the war machines, their control agreements have all been rewritten!"
"Where is the target?"
"The target... is the site of the Stark Expo! All civilians!"
Tony's words were not over, at the site of the Expo, on the stage.
Those "Hammer soldiers" who were originally used as exhibits, their chest reactors suddenly lit up, and the dark red light was like the devil's open eyes.
"Click! Click! Click!"
Thirty steel machines turned their heads in an orderly manner, pointing the cold camera at the defenseless crowd under the stage and the still talking Justin Hammer.
Killing, a touch is ready to start!