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Chapter 9 Tony Stark

In a Las Vegas casino, Tony sat at a gaming table and bet a huge sum of money.He paused, then rolled the dice and won another round of money.The crowd around the table cheered.

Tony caught a glimpse of Rhodes walking into the casino, striding towards him. "I can't believe you are here." Rhodes said as he approached the gaming table.

"Don't say that!" Tony protested, "Did they kidnap you to that awards show?"

Rhodes also replied angrily, "No one kidnapped me. But they said that if I go to present the award, you will be very happy."

Tony played with the chips, "Of course, it's a great honor. It would be great for you to present the award, so when will the award ceremony start?"

Rhodes was short of breath, and smashed the extreme prize trophy on the gaming table heavily, "Take it!"

The award presentation was over just now. After Rhode finished his stinking speech, the recipient was not in the audience. Rhode's face turned green when the spotlight hit the empty chair.

Fortunately, Obadiah came to power to relieve Rhodes.

"Isn't this going to be awarded?" Tony looked at the statue in surprise, "It's not that difficult."

Tony actually has a high IQ and EQ, but most of the time he doesn't want to deliberately organize his language.

This doesn't mean he can't see Rhode's emotions.

Tony took a deep breath and said seriously, "I'm sorry."

Apparently, this move had a great effect on Rhodes. The anger on his face was quickly suppressed, and he waved his hand, "It's all right."

Tony raised the dice and handed it to a beautiful girl beside him, "Can you help me? Give it a little magic!"

The girl smiled and blew on the dice for good luck.

Tony turned to Rhodes with the dice and said, "Okay, you can help me too."

"I wouldn't blow on a man's dice." Rhodes said the disgust in his words was beyond words.

But when Rhodes waved Tony away, the dice just rolled into the gaming table.

But still lost.

The people at the table sighed and stared at Rhodes.

However, Tony didn't seem to care, he took a lot of chips from the table, and walked towards the door with Rhodes.

People watched Tony leave blankly and took pictures of him with their mobile phones.

Rhodes was still aggrieved, "How many people work day and night to get their names engraved on this trophy! What do you think?"

Tony waved his hand to signal him to wait, strode into the bathroom, and washed his face.

"So many people attended your awards ceremony tonight, but you didn't show up at all!" Rhodes said behind him, "You're going to the war zone tomorrow, but it's just for a demonstration of weapons and equipment. Just do it in Nevada."

"The advantages of this system will be more impressive if they are demonstrated in the field." Tony sighed.

Meanwhile, the Wilshere Gun Shop.

The black widow Natasha sat bored on the roof of a building next to her, her back against the low wall.

Eavesdrop on the third floor of the Welscher Gun Shop through sophisticated spy equipment.

John and Jessica were lying on the sofa staggeringly, watching the broadcast of the Pole Awards ceremony on the TV.

Now it's Tony Stark's personal biographical video.

"Tony Stark has extraordinary vision. He is both a genius and a loyal patriot. He is the son of Howard Stark, the legendary American weapons inventor. Ideas captured the world's attention. He built his first circuit board at the age of four and his first engine at the age of six."

"At 17, he graduated summa cum laude from MIT."

"And then came the fall of a giant. After the death of Howard Stark, his lifelong friend and ally - Obadiah Stane - stepped into the company to make up for the legendary loss of Stark Industries. The position left vacant after the founder's death until the 21-year-old runaway returned to the company and was named the new chairman of Stark Industries."

Another set of photos showcased Tony's incredible lineup of accomplishments while at the helm of Stark Industries.

"The key to making this company a huge empire is that Tony relied on his father's legacy to create a new era. He invented smarter weapons and more advanced robots, as well as satellite targeting systems. Today, Tony . Stark has successfully changed the face of the arms industry by working to protect the rights of liberty while protecting America and its global interests from encroachment."

The whole process is voiced by Colonel Rhodes.

After the video was played, the shot was given to Colonel Rhodes.

"As the officer in charge of liaison with Stark Industries, it is a great honor to work with such a true patriot. He was both a friend and a teacher."

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome today's Pole Award winner - Mr. Tony Stark!"

John said immediately: "I bet that guy definitely didn't go."

Sure enough, the spotlight hit an empty chair, and Obadiah Stanislav, who was next to him, spread his hands towards Rhodes on the stage, and walked into the spotlight voluntarily.

Jessica looked at John in surprise, "Is this another superpower of yours?"

John shook his head, "Simple reasoning, they put the awards ceremony in Nevada, and that playboy is definitely going to gamble for money to pick up girls."

Jessica turned off the TV. "Perhaps we should do something more important?"

Natasha, who was eavesdropping, turned black when she heard this, and hoped that this guy would be a hit soon, otherwise who would be able to stand listening to the sound of a good night here!
On the other side, Tony finally left the casino, and Colonel Rhodes said goodbye to him, "Don't be late!"

Tony waved his hand indifferently and was about to get in the car.

"Oh, she's so beautiful." A passer-by sighed.

Tony turned around, beauty? Where is it?
"Mr. Stark!" called the reporter, a blonde woman in business attire, "I'm reporter Kristin Everhart, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Then can I ask you a few questions too?" Tony replied.He slowed down, preparing for an interview.

"You have been described as the Leonardo da Vinci of our time," said Miss Everhart. "What do you think of that?"

"Bullshit," Tony said, "I don't draw."

"So, what do you think of your nickname 'Deathmonger'?"

Tony shrugged and said, "Not bad." From her appearance and accent, Tony could see that she was an idealistic reporter with a decent family background, and had never tasted the real world. "Let me guess," he said, "you graduated from Berkeley?"

"Brown University, actually," she said.

"Well," said Tony, "it's an imperfect world, but the only world we have. When we no longer need weapons to keep the world at peace, I'll start producing the bricks we need to build our hospitals blocks and beams."

"Do you practice this passage often, Mr. Stark?" asked Miss Everhart.

"Tell me in the mirror a few times every night. Also, just call me Tony."

She frowned and said, "I just want serious answers."

"Then I will give you a serious answer." Tony said, "My dad has a philosophy of life: the so-called peace is just that the stick in your hand is thicker than that in other people's hands."

"That's a very flattering thing for the stick seller to say," retorted Miss Everhart.

At this point, Tony began to lose patience. "My dad helped defeat Hydra and was involved in the Manhattan Project. A lot of people, including the professors you went to at Brown, would call someone like that a hero."

Without blinking, Miss Everhart said, "There are also many people who say that this kind of person is making war money."

"We've saved millions of lives by advancing medical technology, and many more have been saved from starvation because of our smart crops. When are you going to report on this? Dear, these breakthroughs will be Relying on funding from military equipment deals."

"Have you ever lost sleep for even an hour in your life?" she asked.Now, her anger also came up.

Tony blinked, thinking it was time to lighten the mood a bit. "I'm ready to lose sleep for hours with you," he said.

California, Malibu.Tony Stark's private villa.

"Good morning, it's seven in the morning."

"Malibu was 22 degrees with little cloud, good surf conditions, shoulder to waist waves..."

Kristen Everhart was awakened by Jarvis' voice and the sudden lighting of the bedroom.

"...The climax time is 52:[-] am..."

Kristen puts on her clothes and leaves the bedroom looking for Tony.

"Tony~ Hey! Tony?"

Christine wandered around the huge villa, whether it was the sea view outside the glass curtain wall or the various interior decorations, it was very attractive.

Suddenly she found a transparent operation panel on the wall and thought it was a music player, she raised her hand and tapped the knob on it.

"You have no right to enter this area."

Christine was startled by the sudden voice and withdrew her hand.

"Oh my God!"

"That's Jarvis, the butler of his house."

Christine suddenly turned her head and saw a tall, capable blonde woman who spoke out.Looks about 27? Must be under 30 anyway.

"Here are your clothes, which have been dry cleaned and pressed. There is a car waiting for you outside and will take you wherever you choose."

Christine immediately relaxed when she saw the living person, and walked towards that person briskly.

"You must be the famous Pepper Potts."

"Yes."

"It's been so many years, and Tony still asks you to help him with the dry cleaning?" I don't know if it's the reporter's occupational disease or I feel like I've become rich after sleeping with Tony, Christine's words obviously have some meaning .

"I do whatever Mr. Stark asks me to do, including taking out the trash occasionally. Anything else?" Pepper still had a decent smile.

But taking out the trash may also mean something.

Tony himself is now in the basement garage-cum-laboratory of his imposing villa.

Remodeling his 1932 Ford.

"Extended view." The 3D image of the car's engine unfolded instantly on the screen in front of him.

"The air pressure in cylinder number three seems to be too low," Jarvis reminded.

"Record it."

Pepper walked down the stairs in high heels, and skillfully entered the password of Tony's laboratory while talking on the phone.

"Don't turn down my music." When Jarvis saw the caller come in, he politely turned down the music, but it aroused Tony's dissatisfaction.

After Pepper finished speaking, he hung up the phone after calling you, and stood still facing Tony, "You should be on the plane flying to the other side of the world now."

"How well she's taking it." Tony was probably referring to the Christine from last night.

"Very good." Pepper replied very easily, obviously not the woman who helped Tony deal with the villa once or twice.

"Why are you rushing to drive me away?" Tony put down the things in his hands, and wiped his hands with a towel beside him.

"Your flight should have left an hour and a half ago." Pepper maintained an elegant posture, and gently flipped through the materials clipped on the handwriting board.

"Interesting, I thought considering it was my plane it would wait until I got there before leaving."

"Tony, I have a few things to discuss with you, and then I'm going to send you away."

"If you fly before you get to the plane, isn't it pointless to have your own plane?" After saying this, Tony finally sat on the tire and looked directly at Pepper.

"Larry called, he found a new buyer for the Jackson Pollock painting, do you still want it?"

"Is it his 'spring' period masterpiece?"

"Huh? No, Springs is an East Hampton neighborhood he used to work in, not Spring in Spring."

"is that so."

"I think it's ok, but it's overpriced."

"I want, buy, save."

"OK, MIT commencement speech..."

"Please, that's in June! Don't nag me about things that haven't happened yet."

"They were nagging me and I said yes."

"Bounce or absorb, don't pass it on to me."

"Before you board the plane, I need you to sign this..."

"Why do you have to drive me away? Do you have arrangements?"

"Actually, there are."

"I don't like that you have arrangements."

"My birthday can be arranged."

"Today is your birthday?"

"Ah."

"You know, this is it?"

"That's right," she replied, "How strange, it's the same day as last year."

"Take my money and buy yourself something nice."

"Bought it."

"How about it?"

"That's right. Very tasteful, thank you, Mr. Stark."

"You're welcome, Miss Potts."

(End of this chapter)