Ultraman Dika in Marvel World

Outside the hall, there were many business celebrities, reporters and media, and many people applauded to welcome Stark's arrival.

"Ah! Look who's here!"

An old man smiled and opened the door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom. He was Stark's uncle, Obadiah Stane.

"Oh! Tony, I'm so glad you're safe! I thought I had to go to the hospital to see you."

Old Stan looked at Tony who was safe and sound, and cursed in his heart that those terrorists were really useless, they couldn't even look down on Tony without weapons, but he still gave Tony a hug with a smile on his face, and Tony also smiled.

"No, no, no! I'm fine!"

Then Tony took out the last burger in Pepper Pepper's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, finally eating decent food.

"Hey, give me one!"

Stan smiled.

"Oh, there's only one left."

Tony finished the burger quickly, and then the two came to the press conference hall.

"Hey! Welcome everyone! Yay!"

Old Stan smiled and greeted all the media, and even posed. Many media friends sent several photos to this little old man. It was hard to believe that this guy would be the murderer who framed Tony.

"Miss Pepper, could you say a few words?"

Agent Coulson walked up to Pepper and said with a smile.

"Is something wrong? Wait...I'm not here to attend the press conference, and it's about to start."

Pepper was a little confused about the origin of this person, but she still explained.

"I'm not a reporter, I'm Agent Coulson, of National Strategic Security and Logistics... or SHIELD for short."

Coulson then handed Pepper a personal business card.

"It sounds really messy."

"Yes, it's being simplified."

"Okay, about Tony..."

"The Department of Defense, the FBI, and the CIA have all contacted me about this matter..."

"We belong to another department that specializes in this matter. We need to know about Stark's escape."

"Uh... you may have used the wrong word. You should be imprisoned! In this way, can I convey your meaning to him?"

"OK, thanks!"

Agent Coulson then leaves.

on the podium,

"Quiet! Quiet everyone! Uh..."

Old man Stan looked at Tony. The guy wiped the grease on his mouth and then came to the podium.

"Everyone! Can everyone sit down, please! That way you can all see me! I can also be casual."

Tony came to the podium.

"Oh, Tony is finally back safely. What content is he going to hold this time?"

Tony's friend Rod, wearing a military uniform, also approached Pepper and asked.

"Don't ask me, I can't figure out what song he sang this time."

Pepper was also helpless

"I am very happy!"

Tony said looking at Stan.

"Me too!"

Stan chuckled.

"I have never said goodbye to my dad. I still have many questions that I haven't had time to ask him. I want to ask him what he thinks about this company, whether he has any conflicts or doubts in his heart. Maybe he is not the one we saw in the newsreels. That way..." Tony paused, and the media at the scene were all recording Tony's speech.

"I saw those young men being killed, killed by weapons that I designed to protect people, and I found myself, myself, part of a completely unaccountable system."

Tony blamed himself a little.

"I want to ask..." A reporter raised his pen.

"go ahead."

"I heard that you were imprisoned by terrorists. What happened?"

"Well...I finally woke up from my dream and I started to realize that I could do more for the world! For society, not just blow it up, so I was ready to shut down Stark International The company’s weapons manufacturing department!”

Tony did not answer the reporter's words, but said what he was thinking now. All the reporters were suddenly surprised. What does Stark Industries do? It started with arms. It can be said that Tony's 2000 billion stock value, Basically all of it is earned from selling arms. Every new missile is sold for billions, plus countless sales of various weapons. From his father to him, Stark Industries has provided the U.S. military with An endless variety of weapons are provided.

"Mr. Stark, are you telling the truth?"

"Are we really going to shut down Stark Industries?"

"If it closes, how will you make a profit in the future?"

"Is there a future for Stark Industries?"

···· Various media voices are coming.

"Of course! That will have to wait until I have enough rights."

"All right!"

"Determine the future of the company."

"All right!"

Old Stan's expression became more and more bad, and he pulled Tony to leave.

"When deciding the direction of his development! We will definitely find a new path to determine the healthy development in the future!"

"alright, alright!"

Old man Stan quickly pulled Tony away from here.

"And we are always aligned with the best interests of the country..."

Tony continued to speak harshly, and finally when he finished speaking, he was pulled out by Old Man Stan.

"Okay everyone! Our main focus today is to inform everyone! Tony is back! And he is very healthy! There will be a meeting within the company to discuss the final opinions, and we will inform everyone in time."

Old Man Stan planned to divert the attention of the media. The media also recorded the content of this press conference. It was really exciting. If Stark closed the weapons factory, the stock price would basically plummet.

Lan Yu also smiled at the side. He was ready to buy Stark stocks. He only had more than 4 million points in his hands. Buy them all, which means he would earn at least 40%. After all, Lan Yu knew that Tony would definitely follow up. If new micro-nuclear reactor technology is released, the stock price will definitely rise back when the time comes.

"Where is Tony?"

"inside."

Old Stan sat on the balance car and came to the company's office and swiped his card to enter. This is the core area of ​​Stark. The large Ark reactor is a large arc-shaped reactor with a diameter of about 6 meters and a height of about 1 meter. A flickering blue light provides power to Stark Industries.

"Look at you! You did a good thing as soon as you came back!"

Stan held a cigar in his mouth and said dissatisfiedly to Tony.

"Are you going to draw a bull's-eye on my head?" Tony said nonchalantly.

"Your head? My head. Do you know how much the stock will fall tomorrow?"

"I would say optimistically, about 40 o'clock."

"It's at least 40 points!" Old Man Stan emphasized, he was furious.

"Correct!"

"Tony, we are a weapons manufacturer! There is no weapons factory! How do we make money! Do we rely on your large generator?"