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Chapter 15 Eat Raw Chapter Name

“The cheeseburger on that flying machine is not authentic at all!”

Then you still eat three in a row?
Although I just drank some Coke on the aircraft, in the desert under the scorching sun, the moisture and heat are two different concepts.

Tony stood where he was, trying to control his breathing, but the dripping sweat and the scorching air in his lungs made his throat dry.

Fortunately, Rhodes' efficiency didn't make him wait too long.He saw a helicopter fly overhead.Judging from the sound, the helicopter was very close to him, almost as if it was hovering above his head.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the plane, it was a US military plane!
He raised his arms and called Rhodes.

Soon the helicopter stopped in front of him, and Colonel Rhodes stepped down firmly.

"You seem to be in good shape," Rhodes said. "How does it feel in the happy Hummer?"

Tony smiled.

"Could you take a car with me next time?" Rhodes continued.

"Let's talk about it next time you come here."

Because there were not as many injuries as in the movie, Tony only rested for a while at Bagram Air Force Base, and then returned to the United States on an Air Force C-17 transport plane.

The plane landed on the runway at Edwards Air Force Base, and the rear gangway descended slowly.Tony was in a crisp suit waiting for the gangway to descend, and Rhodes stood beside him.

Rod and his friend stepped off the plane side by side, and Tony saw Pepper standing near the terminal.

Tony strode off, but his feet went limp from multiple bruises and barely any sleep last night.

Fortunately, Rhodes supported him.

Together they walked to Pepper, who was standing next to Tony's limousine.

"Thank you." Pepper said to Rhodes.

Rhodes smiled.

When Pepper turned to look at Tony, Tony took a deep breath.

He's not the Tony Stark he was before Raza got hold of him, and never will be.

"Your eyes are red," Tony said to Pepper. "Are you crying for your long-lost boss?"

"Tears of joy," she replied. "I hate looking for a job."

Pepper helped Tony into the car, then got in himself.

"Where are we going, Mister Stark?" asked Happy, busy at the wheel.

"We should go to the hospital first," Pepper said.

"No," Tony replied, "Go to the office. I have been imprisoned for three months, and now I want to do two things: the first thing, I want to eat an authentic American cheeseburger; the second thing..." He found that Pepper was looking at him, so he paused and continued, "It's not what you think, I want you to help me hold a press conference."

At this time, a large number of employees had gathered in front of the office building in the Stark Industries headquarters park, including Obadiah Stanis.As soon as they saw Tony's car stop, they applauded enthusiastically together.

Pepper looked at her boss worriedly and helped him out of the car.

Stanley took a step forward and gave Tony a big hug.

"Boss, welcome back," he said.Then, lowering his voice (so only Tony and Pepper could hear him), he continued, "I thought we'd meet at the hospital. There's a lot of reporters gathered there, and they're all waiting for you. What's going on? "

"You'll find out later," Tony said.

Tony leaned on Stanley's shoulder, and the two walked to the main entrance of the building.Pepper followed them.Rows of reporters stood in the foyer, and they surrounded the place tightly.

Pepper didn't notice the man in the black tailored suit until he got behind her, and Pepper didn't notice him.He was a tall, stern-looking man of about 40, with hair scooped back in a meticulous way, which may have caused his hairline to recede.

"Sir, you need a seat," Pepper said distractedly.

"I'm not a reporter," the man replied. "I'm Agent Phil Coulson of the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency."

"That's a mouthful," Pepper said.She never took her eyes off Tony for a moment.

"I know," Coulson said, handing over his business card.

Pepper took a cursory glance and said, "Listen, Mr. Coulson, we've already talked to the Department of Defense, the FBI, and the CIA..."

"We are an independent department, and our focus is more...special." Coulson said, "We need to ask Mr. Stark about the specific circumstances of his escape."

"That would be great," Pepper said, interrupting him. "I'll let him know when he's free."

"We're here to help," Coulson insisted. "I assure you, Mr. Stark will want to talk to us."

"I think he will," Pepper said, "but right now, you'd better find a seat."

She walked away from the agent, walked through the crowd, and walked directly to the podium.Tony staggered toward the microphone, Stanis at his side.If his boss loses his footing and falls, he can always give him a hand.

Tony sat at the podium, eating his cheeseburger. "Hey, can everyone sit down?" he said to the reporters present.They were puzzled, but they did it anyway.Tony cleared his throat and began to speak without waiting for Stanislav to come forward.

"I..." Tony began, "I never got a chance to say goodbye to my father. I actually have a lot of questions I want to ask him."

"I want to ask him how he sees what this company has done, whether he has struggled and doubted in his heart... Maybe he is the same as we see from newsreels-a tough guy." Tony After a pause, he continued, "I saw young Americans being killed by the weapons I produced to protect them. I found that I was used to not being responsible for what I did."

Reporters scrambled to ask Tony questions, almost shouting.Finally, one of the voices drowned out all the others.

"Mr. Stark," the reporter asked, "what exactly did you experience there?"

Tony mused a little.Then, a complex expression appeared on his face.

"What the hell did I go through there?" he continued, repeating the reporter's question, "I opened my blindfolded eyes and realized that I should be doing more for the world than just creating Bomb. That's why I've decided to shut down Stark Industries Arms Manufacturing with immediate effect."

As soon as Tony announced the news, the audience immediately became chaotic.Rhode approached Pepper quietly and asked, "Should we send him to the hospital?" Pepper shrugged.

Obadiah Stane, who was standing next to Tony, was jaw-dropping.For a while, the scene in the hall was very chaotic.Stanley was about to step up and interrupt Tony.

"We lost our way," Tony continued. "I needed to re-evaluate everything. My heart told me I wanted to make more of a difference in the world than create explosions."

Tony puts his hand on the panic-stricken Stanley's shoulder.

"Over the next few months," Tony said, "Mr. Stanislav and I will develop a new development plan for Stark Industries. 'The future is today' has always been our mantra, and now is the time to implement it." Let's do it."

Reporters shouted their questions one after another.Tony took a step back, allowing Stanislav to take the podium and answer instead.

"Okay," Stanley said, "we should report the good news that Tony is back safe and sound, and he's healthier than ever. He's going to rest for a while, and once he's in better shape, he'll be back. In front of everyone. Thank you for coming to interview today."

Tony walked off the stage happily. Pepper had never seen him so happy.He quickly passed through the crowd and came to the place where Pepper and Rhodes were standing.

"Do you really think that?" Pepper asked.

"Just wait and see," Tony replied.He went out through the side door and walked into the company's vast campus.

Stanley found him near the Ark Reactor building. "The press conference went pretty well," Stanis said sarcastically.

"Did I just draw a target on the back of my head?" Tony asked.

"The back of your head?" Stenny responded. "And the back of my head? How much do you think the company's stock will drop tomorrow?"

Tony thought for a while and said, "Forty points."

"This is the least estimate." Stanislav said worriedly, "Tony, we are a weapons manufacturing company."

"I don't want people to remember our company because of the casualty numbers," Tony said.

Stanley frowned at him and said, "All we're doing here is to keep the world from falling into chaos."

"But from what I've seen," Tony said, "the fact that we did it wasn't a good thing. We had other things to do."

"Like what?" Stanislav asked. "Do you want us to make milk bottles?"

"We can restart the research on Ark reactor technology." Tony mused.

"The Ark reactor was a gimmick," Stanislav said. "We built it to gag those hippies."

"But it does work," Tony pointed out.

"Yeah, like a science project," Stanis retorted, "never makes money. We knew that before we built the Ark Reactor. Researching repulsion technology to make an Ark Reactor is a dead end, isn't it?"

"Probably," Tony replied.

Stanislav looked at him anxiously and said, "Hasn't there been a breakthrough in this technology for 30 years?"

Tony shook his head and said, "Obadiah, you're such a lousy poker player. Who told you that?"

"Come on." Stanley laughed, as if he already knew Tony's secret, "Show me that thing."

"Did Rhodes tell you?" Tony asked.

"Just show it to me," Stanley said.

Tony ripped open his shirt, revealing the glowing electronics in the middle of his chest.

"Okay," Stanley said in surprise.He took a deep breath and continued, "Listen, we're a team. If we stick together, we're invincible. Don't do things like this in reverse order, and don't do things without any preparation. Call a press conference. Can you assure me?"

"Maybe," Tony said.

Stanley straightened up. "Let me settle this," he said. "I did the same thing for your father, and I will help you now, but I have to ask you to keep a low profile for a while."

But "keeping a low profile" has never been something Tony Stark is good at.

John was lying at home in the Wilshere gun store, eating melon seeds and watching the live broadcast on the TV screen.

"Close the weapons department." John smiled. Of course it would be like this. According to the scenario in the scenario, Iron Man would not be born as long as Tony was rescued before being imprisoned.

But he didn't do this. Of course, Iron Man will still appear.

However, as Stark Industries, which is extremely large in size and capital in the Marvel world, weapon manufacturing is the main industry of Stark Industries.

Although Tony has issued an order to "shut down the weapons manufacturing department", Ah Fu has not received resumes from Stark Industries weapons developers.

It seems that John's Umbrella will have to wait for Obadiah and his Iron Overlord to be killed before he can acquire any high-tech talents.

But now, the stocks of Stark Industries began to plummet, and the stocks of Osborn Group and Umbrella Group began to rise slowly.

John smiled and looked at the data given by Ah Fu, it was really like picking up money.

"Insen Hugh is knocking on the door below." Ah Fu reported.

"Let him come up."

"Good morning, Yin Sen. You look good."

"Hello, Mr. Wiersher. You are recovering well, but you still have tinnitus occasionally. I'm here to say goodbye to you." Yin Sen replied that standing in front of John felt a bit restrained. "Thank you so much for your continued help."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay in Umbrella? Your achievements in engineering and medicine will be maximized here, and I won't impose any restrictions on you."

"Actually, ten minutes ago, I thought staying in Umbrella was the best choice for me." Yin Sen replied, "Until I saw Tony's speech, my own home was destroyed, I don't want this to happen to more people."

"I have submitted an application to MSF, and I will leave in a month at most to provide medical assistance wherever there is a natural or man-made disaster."

Yin Sen's eyes were bright, as if he had found a career worth dedicating his life to.

"You know, this is the only way to maximize the value of my steady hands."

John froze for a moment, MSF? Oh Doctors Without Borders.

"It's great to see that you're not only recovering well, but also finding your own career and value." John replied, "It's really worth a drink, but won't you meet Tony before you go?"

"No, drinking has affected the stability of my fingers, and now they're not just my hands, but the hope of countless others in need."

Who gave him a set of chicken blood?
In the end, the two drank two glasses, and then went to visit Tony in the car together.

When the two of them got in the car, waited for the plane, got on the plane, got in the car, and arrived in front of Tony's private villa, it was already time for dinner.

Are you so meow? I didn’t find out after watching the movie, your own villa is in Los Angeles, Marbury Beach, and your company building is in Manhattan, New York?!
The air distance from New York to Los Angeles is about 3951 kilometers (2450 miles); but if it is a land driving distance, it is about 4500 kilometers (2800 miles).

Six hours by plane, one day and sixteen hours by car!
Are you working sincerely?

Go six hours in the morning and come back six hours at night?
Before John left, he thought Tony Stark lived near New York?

Still thinking about driving, and then following Alfred's navigation to John Fitzgerald Kennedy International Airport, only then did you realize that something was wrong?
No wonder when she made an appointment with Pepper, she said that Stark's private jet had already taken off and she probably couldn't take herself with her.

Entering Tony's villa, Tony is drinking red wine on the sofa.The new reactor on the chest gleamed.

"Hi, Yin Sen is glad to see you recovering so well, and John, I've been wanting to meet you since I saw your flying machine." Tony greeted familiarly.

"I grew up listening to your legends, and now I finally see you in person, Mr. Stark." John replied with a smile.

"Oh that sounds awesome, do you want my autograph? Kid?" Tony's smile widened.

"Of course, if you can."

The two took their seats.

"Yin Sen, do you have any plans in the future? Do you want to stay at Stark Industries?" Tony asked.

"I was just about to talk about this, Tony, I have already submitted an application to MSF..." Yin Sen happily repeated to Tony what he had said to John.

There was a palpable sense of disappointment on Tony's face.

Yin Sen had a great influence on him, the fairy tale he told, his treatment of himself, he was almost killed by Raza in order to keep a secret for himself, and he used his own life to delay him...

Tony opened his mouth twice to try to keep Yin Sen but couldn't speak.Tony, who was originally eloquent and sharp-tongued, seemed to be blocked by something at this moment.

"I respect your choice, Yin Sen. Remember that I owe you my life, and you can talk to me about any difficulties." The two hugged.

Tony sat back in his seat, and said two witty words in succession to revive the atmosphere.

After talking about a lot of things, the three of them took Tony's Rolls Royce to Los Angeles to have fun.

Several of them drank a lot of wine, and after Tony experienced this captivity, his mood has been a little depressed.

But Yin Sen, who is still alive now, and Yin Sen who chose to become Doctors Without Borders, once again gave him positive encouragement.

After Happy waited for everyone to have fun, they sent them back to Tony's villa.

The three of them staggered out of the car with each other's support.

This is Tony's garage.

"This car is really cool." John said casually.

"He's yours," Tony said casually. "If you sell the things that saved me, the money you make every 20 seconds is enough for an Audi R8."

"That can't be sold. Once those drones are sold to reduce the cost of war, don't those who are already greedy for war dividends go to war directly?" John replied.

"You're right, you can't fall into the wrong hands..."

(End of this chapter)