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Chapter 17 Stark's Charity Gala Without Stark Invitation
For several days in a row, orders for medicines and prosthetics continued to be delivered.

Many people paid a lot of money to enroll in Umbrella's prosthetic doctor course.Including medical basics, medical ethics, and prosthetic medicine three courses.

When they finish their studies and get the professional certificate of prosthetic doctor, there will be a large number of shops for prosthetic modification, implantation and maintenance all over the United States.

Pepper walked into Tony's studio and saw Tony playing with a pair of metal gloves.Yin Sen was in front of the computer, preparing to collect data.

He put on his gloves, pointed to the other side of the studio, and activated the repulsion technology launcher in his palm.

A beam of light from his hand hit the toolbox fifteen feet away, knocking it over.

The wrench and other things contained in the box fell out and scattered on the ground.

"The data is pretty good." Yin Sen said looking at the computer screen.

Pepper frowned and said, "I thought you didn't invent weapons anymore."

"It's not a weapon," Tony replied. "It's a flight stabilizer."

"Okay, but you have to pay attention to where your flight stabilizer is launched, okay?"

Tony smiled sheepishly at Pepper.

"Obadiah's upstairs," Pepper said. "Shall I tell him you're here?"

"I'll be upstairs right away," Tony replied.

When Pepper left, she left a small box in the corner of the workbench that said Gift of Pepper.

Curious, Tony took off his gloves and unwrapped the box.

Inside the box was the old device on his chest, which was covered by a transparent plastic case.

The reactor shimmered in this plastic box.Tony knew it would light up for years to come.

Engraved on the box are the words: Tony Stark has a warm heart.

Tony smiled, explained something to Yin Sen, and then ran upstairs.

He had just arrived in the living room when he saw Obadiah Stanislav put a box of pizza on the coffee table.Stanislav smiled at the billionaire with concern.

"Is it going that bad?" Tony asked.

"Just because I brought pizza from New York doesn't mean things have gone bad," Stanis said.He paused, then continued, "It would be much better if you were there."

"You told me to keep a low profile," Tony said, "so I'm going to keep a low profile for the time being and let you take care of everything..."

Stanis nods, looking genuinely moved by Tony's words.He took a deep breath and said, "Hey, come on. In front of the public and the media, of course, but in a board meeting."

"Really?"

"The board says you have PTSD, so they're submitting an injunction."

Tony was amazed. "What?"

"They want to exclude you from decision-making."

Tony started pacing back and forth again. "How could they do this? My name is hung on the building, and the operation of the company is also based on my ideas!"

"They're trying to see how the company would do without you," Stanislav said. "Of course, we'll fight for it."

"I thought that according to the number of our holdings, the control of the company would be completely in our hands." Tony said.

Stanislav shook his head and said, "Tony, the board of directors also has the right to participate in company affairs. They don't think you and your new development direction are in the best interest of the company."

Stanley offers Tony the pizza, but he refuses.He is annoyed by the board's decision. "That's great," he said, turning away from Obie. "I'm going back to the studio."

"Hey, hey! Tony, listen to me. I'm trying to save the situation, but you have to give me something." Obi walked up to Tony and tapped his finger on the repulsion device on his chest. "Let me get an engineer to analyze this. You know, draw some parametric diagrams."

"Absolutely not," Tony said. "This thing has to be with me all the time."

Obie looked like he wanted to keep going, but he just picked up a slice of pizza. "Okay, then I'll be with the pizza all the time." Saying that, he handed Tony a piece of pizza.

"Thank you," Tony said.

The two resumed their original friendly atmosphere and started joking."Do you mind if I go downstairs to your studio and see what you're working on?" Stanislav asked.

"Good night, Obi." With that, Tony went downstairs and returned to the laboratory.

He and Yinsen spent a few more days putting together the boots, control ammo belts, and new gloves.Once finished, he couldn't help but want to try the device.

"Should I call the fire department?" Jarvis asked.At this point, Tony is fixing the last connecting wire.

Tony bent his arms.The tube-shaped connecting device is a bit stiff, but this is only a prototype after all.

In order to test whether he can fly stably, he wears only boots and gloves.

He puts a lab robot in charge of the firefighting, which he affectionately dubs Dumber.

"If you still spray me when I'm not on fire, I'll donate you to City University." He warned Daidai, because the latter didn't have a good grasp of his work.

"Okay, this time we're going to finish it beautifully and easily." Yin Sen said excitedly.

Tony nodded. "Just start at 1 percent thrust." He activated the jets on his boots, manipulating the controls.

He rose slowly from the ground and hovered in the air.The repulsion stabilizers in the gloves also come into play, allowing him to fly stably.He spread his arms like a tightrope walker, moving upward in mid-air.

"Now increase the thrust to 2.5 percent," he said.However, the sudden increase in thrust almost knocked him against the ceiling.

Flapping his hands wildly, he had a hard time getting the hang of it: using the gloves to stabilize his body while keeping his boots in flight.

After regaining his balance, he slowly floated around the room, avoiding expensive electronic equipment as well as cars, workbenches and other obstacles.

Three times, his head nearly hit the ceiling; twice, he almost hit the roof of his Porsche; and once, he brushed shoulders with Yinsen.

But it was only a little bit, in fact, he didn't hit anything.When Tony was flying, the papers on the table and some light and small objects flew in all directions, and were blown away by the repulsion from the boots and gloves.

"See?" he said. "It's not difficult."

"It's not the last time you crashed through the roof..." Yin Sen muttered.

He reduced the thrust, landed gently near the workbench, and grinned at Yin Sen who was hiding in the corner.

At this moment, Daidai started spraying fire extinguishing foam at him.

"Don't!" Tony yelled.Daidai turned off the fire extinguisher, and a thought flashed in Tony's mind: Why not use Daidai as a target for repulsion attack practice?
But he quickly changed his mind, after all, he had just done something amazing.This fire extinguishing foam is nothing, they will not affect Tony's good mood.

"That's right," Tony said, "I can fly."

At this time, on the other side of the world, in his new den, Raza stared at the gray armor, which he was concentrating on assembling on the laboratory table.

"It's amazing," he murmured.It amazed him that a thing like this had come close to ruining his entire plan of action.

Although it would have been difficult to complete the reorganization of the armor without the help of Yinsen and Stark, Razar believes that he will be able to complete it sooner or later.

At that point, he -- Raza -- will have a weapon so powerful that corporations and governments alike will be jealous.

The warlord smiled, and for the first time he felt his scarred face no longer stiff.

Tony clattered across the studio floor in his metal boots.

"Do you think the armor is much lighter?" Yin Sen said with a smile, "I made some adjustments to the servo motor."

"So my reactor is brighter?"

Tony tapped the transparent part of his chest, and the miniature ark reactor inside shone brighter than ever.

The whole set of armor is indeed much easier to move around.

He bent his arm, and the armor moved with it.The ailerons, air brakes, and other flight controls installed on the armor were as Tony expected, and they popped out smoothly at his command.

The new suit of armor envelops him from head to toe, and it feels very comfortable to wear.

"Ready for correction," he said to Jarvis.

"Of course, sir." The computer steward replied.

Then he gestured to Yin Sen behind the console, and Yin Sen returned an OK gesture.

Tony activated the repulsors in the boots and gloves.He rose slowly into the air, hovered in mid-air, and began to fly around the studio.At this time, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He landed on his sports car and crushed the roof.

The car's alarm system screamed in protest, and Tony blew the siren off with the repulsion device on his palm.

The siren was shattered and finally quieted down.

"The experiment wasn't exactly a failure," Jarvis commented.

Tony got up and brushed the car debris off the armor. "We should have tested it outside," he said.

"I must seriously warn you not to do that," Jarvis said. "There are still several terabytes of data to be calculated before the armor can be fully operational and completely under your control."

Tony smiled under his metal helmet and said, "Jarvis, sometimes you have to run even if you can't walk. We're doing these calculations as we fly."

"But, sir..." said Jarvis.

"What do you think, Yin Sen?" Tony asked.

"It's best to calculate while flying. My application has been approved. I want to see it completed before I leave." Yin Sen replied.

"Of course you will." Tony said confidently.

"But, gentlemen..." Jarvis still wanted to argue.

"That's why you're flying with me," Tony responded.

He pressed a button on the lab console, downloading Jarvis's program into the suit's computer system.

The head-up display in the armor flashed. "Ready?" Tony said, "3...2...1..." The jets on the boots started.

"It feels like a dream to operate," he said.

Tony opened the studio garage door and flew out slowly, then down the studio driveway.

Jarvis' voice echoed in his helmet. "I suggest that you allow me to adopt instruction No. [-]," said the butler.

Tony frowned, he couldn't remember what the specific content of that instruction was.

"Does that instruction say to never bother me when I'm with a beautiful lady?" he asked.

"That's Directive Six," Jarvis replied.

Yin Sen suddenly said in the channel, "What? Is there really such an instruction?"

Jarvis replied, "Yes."

Then continued: "Instruction number four is that when you are unable to complete a task, all measures must be taken to ensure your safety."

"Leave it alone," Tony replied, "let's see what this thing can do." He stepped up the thrust and sprinted into the night sky.

Iron Man weaves forward in the air, shaking constantly.

He tried to keep his flight path parallel to the horizon.

He tried all the superhero flying poses he'd seen in movies, books, and comics, but each seemed more unstable than the other.

At this time, he had an idea and said to himself: "You are propelled by a jet engine, so you have to think like a jet plane."

He puffed out his chest, raised his chin, brought his knees and feet together, and spread his arms out to the side like a delta fighter jet.

To his delight, the position worked, allowing him to zip through the air like a missile.

"The data is great, Tony, it seems that you have found the trick!" Yin Sen's voice sounded.

Tony made a few roundabouts excitedly, "Of course! There is nothing wrong with our design."

Then fly south toward Santa Monica along the strip of light from the illuminated street lights on the Pacific Coast Highway.

When Iron Man passed by the giant Ferris wheel on the pier, the onlookers below were stunned.

Tony smiled and kept the arc climbing upwards.

"Tony, can Tony hear it?" Yin Sen's voice began to break.

The clouds flew past him, and he seemed to be in a hazy dream.

"Hey, Tony, do you remember that we calculated the mathematical model of high-altitude flight?" Yin Sen hadn't been downloaded into the armor, and now Tony couldn't hear him at all.

Soon, a wonderful night sky dotted with stars appeared in front of him.

He is flying high now.The world below seemed so small, so far away, to him.At this moment, ice crystals formed inside his helmet.

"Sir, the ice buildup could kill you," Jarvis warned.

But Tony was immersed in the beautiful scenery and didn't listen to him.Instead, he chased the stars and flew even higher.

"Mr. Stark," said Jarvis, "please understand."

The moon beckoned him ahead.It looked really big and incredibly bright.

Tony had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

Suddenly, the head-up display in Tony's helmet went dark, leaving only a blinking warning light, reminding Tony that the system was off.

"We're freezing, Jarvis!" Tony yelled. "Open the flaps! Jarvis!"

But after the system shut down, Jarvis also went offline.

Iron Man's thrusters crackled and died.The suit of armor has become unwieldy and unwieldy.Tony glanced at his chest, where the device was no longer glowing.

The weight of the armor prevented Tony from going any further.He dropped suddenly, straight to the ground.

"Uh, Jarvis?" Tony yelled. "Jarvis!"

He is getting closer and closer to the ground.

"Show status!" Tony yelled into the quiet computer system, "Show status! Restart!"

As he passed through the clouds, the coastline below became clearer, and the lights of the city began to come into view, as did the winding highway.

Why didn't he listen to Jarvis' advice in the first place?
At this time, there was a sound in his ear.The head-up display in the helmet suddenly responded again and began to flicker.

Power was delivered to the armor's servo motors and circuitry, and Tony struggled desperately to keep the armor under control.

"Backup power activated." Jarvis said calmly. "Descent immediately."

Tony regained his balance and flew home.He tried to stay steady and lined up in the lane for landing.

"Do you need me to control the final landing?" Jarvis asked.

"No need," Tony said proudly, "I can handle it myself. I..."

The sudden weight change caused him to smash through the roof of the house and fall solidly into the house.

He smashed through the garage ceiling and onto another sports car.

As he was walking through the living room, he smashed the piano too.

"Huh, luckily it didn't hit me." Yin Sen let out a sigh of relief.

Apart from Tony, he knows the strength of this suit best, so he doesn't worry about Tony at all.

Fragments of beams and stucco rained down around him.

The series of impacts shook his entire body and set off the sirens of all the vehicles in the garage.

The robot named Daidai sprayed fire extinguishing foam on him again.Tony was very angry and said, "Turn off the fire." The armor darkened again, and he stood up with difficulty, and took off the helmet.

"Sir, do I need to call the garage?" Jarvis asked.

"No," Tony replied. "Turn off the siren. Notify security, we just had a little setback."

"Very well, sir," said Jarvis.

With Yin Sen's assistance, Tony climbed out of the armor, hung it on a nearby work rack, and began typing design instructions into the computer.

Images and data scroll across the lab's many monitors.

"On a side note," Tony said, jumping into action immediately, "the main sensor gets sluggish above forty thousand feet. Pressure build-up in the enclosure is a problem. I think icing might be one of the causes of this. "

"You didn't say that the test will be carried out at high altitude. We haven't calculated the mathematical model at high altitude yet."

"The design itself is not suitable for high-altitude flight," Jarvis pointed out. "Just heating and pressurizing requires 8% of the energy consumption."

"Reconfigure the metal of the armor. This time, we will use the gold-titanium alloy of the Seraphim tactical satellite. This should ensure that the shell will not be damaged at an altitude of [-] feet, and it will also maintain the original power and weight ratio."

"If we had known that you were going to fly at high altitude, we would have replaced it with aviation materials." Yin Sen said, looking at the steel battle suit hanging on the wall.

"Do you want me to show the improved armor body on the screen?" Jarvis asked
"bring it on."

The screen shows that the streamlined armored shell of the Mark II has become smoother, and the whole body is golden. This is the prototype of the Mark III.

"Huo, the color of this gold-titanium alloy..." Yin Sen was shocked.

Tony looked at the picture on the screen and rubbed his chin. "It's a little...too ostentatious, isn't it?"

He glanced at his collection of cars and motorcycles for inspiration in their paintwork.

"How about some more red?" He pointed to the screen and said, "Here, here, and here." The prototype drawn by the computer changed the color of the armor appropriately.

At this moment, Tony noticed the picture that had been playing silently on the TV.So he turned up the volume.

A local reporter was standing in front of a large entertainment venue, and a large crowd gathered at the door.

"Tonight's red carpet show will be held at the Music Hall, and Tony Stark's annual benefit event to raise funds for the Firefighters' Family Fund has become a must-see charity evening for the upper class in Los Angeles."

"Jarvis, have we received an invitation to this event?" Tony asked.

"I don't have any relevant invitation records here, sir," Jarvis replied.

Not far away, the laboratory's automation tools and manufacturing equipment began to work.

"But this great cause is only part of the story."

The reporter continued, "Since Stark's controversial press conference, the man who caused the gold-plated party invitations to go hot tonight has not been seen. PTSD and has been bedridden for weeks."

Tony laughed at the reporter's gibberish and turned his attention back to the design screen.The red and gold Iron Man Mark III armor looks so good, it's just awesome.

"The estimated completion time is five hours." Jarvis reminded.

"Fine," Tony said.He suddenly wanted to go to the party to take a look, because he was curious why he was not invited in the first place.

"Yin Sen, do you want to play?" Tony asked.

"I'm going to prepare tomorrow's interview materials tonight." Yin Sen said, "You know Doctors Without Borders, this is the last test, and you will think what position I'm assigned to."

"Okay, are you leaving soon?" Tony asked himself and answered, "Of course, I will prepare a party for you before you leave."

"Honey, don't wait for me," he joked to Jarvis, and hurried to leave.

　I seem to be in a single player, self-healing...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)