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Chapter 221: Fireworks

The outer skeleton of Stark Tower unfolded with a roar, the mesh structure supporting the triangular tower retracted, the columnar metal skeleton shell opened, and the main support structure popped out from inside, with barrels fitted and embedded, the outer shell unfolding layer by layer, armed to the teeth.

Countless identical processes repeated endlessly, the metallic glow like sunlight floating on the sea surface, the exquisite steel skeleton like fish swimming out of the sea, within a few seconds, the entire Stark Tower unfolded and evolved from top to bottom, countless gun turrets and weapons surging out.

After all the small turrets on the top level had unfolded, a row of launchers rose between the two metal pillars at the very top of the triangular tower, then turned towards the two sides locked in a stalemate with a hum.

"Defense protocol activated, standard defense measures deployed, locking on...locking complete...ready..."

Beyond the layers of hard metal and perfectly fitting inner structure, levers raised, gears turned, energy conducted along the lines, preheated, firing pins trembled, primary and secondary gun barrels, the bright light shone from the blooming gun muzzles like flowers.

A rain of fire poured down, War Machine Rhodes led the StarkMech armor troops to take off, retreat, and cross-cover in an orderly manner, while Justin Hammer's HammerMech armor troops demonstrated what it meant to be a "headless fly".

In the moment he tried to take off, half of the hundreds of Mech armors were crushed by the raging fire rain of light.

With the thick smoke of cigarettes, the debris fell to the ground, rolled a few times, wavered in place twice, and turned into powder.

Everyone brought to the safety level of Stark Tower saw a missile chase down a Mech armor with a sharp sonic boom, followed by a violent explosion, and countless fragments fell.

Then came hundreds of missiles with trailing smoke, whistling like demons in the dark, all the people behind the glass curtain wall were silhouetted by the intense explosion of fire, they looked up and saw the fireworks blooming in broad daylight over New York.

Hammer thought that today's show would be a robot battle, but the fact proved that ground-to-air missiles and ground-to-air comprehensive firepower coverage were the best weapons against these Mech armors.

Having experienced the mechanical domination of Stark, Iron Man no longer wanted to engage in any close combat with his enemies.

The current Iron Man believes that such a method of warfare is an insult to machines. In the torrent of steel, every enemy should have the most suitable way of death, just like the ultimate goal pursued by industry and machinery, calm, precise, and ample firepower.

The real Iron Man can have thousands of ways to eliminate his enemies, can make them dismantled, crushed, explode into fireworks, burn to ashes, but among all these ways, there should never be a charge up with Mech armor and fight with fists.

Obadiah stood behind the glass wall of his own office, looking out, Stark floated in the air, as he waved his arm, missiles chased like a school of sharks hunting prey, Justin's Mech armor troops were chased in a desperate escape, under the high-intensity firepower coverage, Justin and Whiplash couldn't even find a chance to get close to Stark.

He remembered Stark, who fought with General Johnson in the Mech armor, and at that time, Stark was forced into a desperate situation and even seriously injured. Now, there were layers of turrets on the support structures on both sides of the glass curtain wall, and the flashes of bullets made Obadiah unable to see the situation outside clearly.

Obadiah lowered his head, lit a cigarette for himself, then picked up his mobile phone and muttered to himself before the call was connected, "It seems that your son has finally come to his senses..."

When Stark unleashed his astonishing firepower, the military helicopter arrived, but they dared not approach the firepower coverage area, even Justin's advanced Mech armor was crumbling under this fierce attack, and the armed helicopter could not withstand such an assault.

But the problem they faced was that after the entire Stark Tower was converted into a cluster of turrets, the coverage area of the firepower was a bit too large. They couldn't even talk to Stark face to face and could only call him from afar.

The first voice in Stark's Mech armor was Obadiah's. He heard his uncle's calm tone say, "The military's call will be connected to you soon. The benefits you sent out must be recovered. Do as I say..."

Two minutes later, Rhodes' voice came from the Mech armor, "The military requests negotiation. Shall we connect the line?"

"Refuse to connect. You take the Mech armor armed forces to kill those few fish that escaped the net, ensure that besides Justin and Ivan's Mech armor, they have no armed forces left,"

"Received, zz..."

Two minutes later, J.A.R.V.I.S's voice sounded, "Scanning results confirmed...the threat has been completely eliminated, and the coverage area of the firepower is shrinking. Military communication has been connected..."

Before the person on the other side could speak, Stark said, "Send a helicopter over. We'll talk face to face."

Looking at the countless turrets on the Stark Tower building that had not yet been retracted, the military liaison said, "We cannot come over. Please leave your coverage area and then..."

"Leave my coverage area?" Stark's tone was somewhat mocking, "Do you have a new moon landing plan recently?"

"Dududu..." Busy tones came from the military communication. Soon, Stark heard an even older voice, "We will send someone to negotiate at Stark Tower in ten minutes..."

Under the gaze of the military helicopter, Stark landed slowly. He retracted the Mech armor covering his body and walked back into the building.

Soon, the turrets on the Stark Tower building gradually retracted and the crowds released from the safety layer flowed out like a flood from the narrow doors.

Accompanied by the darkening sky, the huge school of fish gradually dispersed and returned to where they should go. One by one, lights in the buildings lit up.

Tonight, New York was brilliant and sleepless.

In the buildings of major newspapers such as Global Times, Daily Bugle, and New York Daily, countless people worked with their heads down. Photos were sent to the printer, and newspapers flew out of the printing factory like butterflies, flapping their wings over New York and tracing smooth arcs.

The employees of the newspaper who worked overtime all night stood in front of the coffee machine, watching the coffee liquid dripping into the cup like amber, splashing one circle after another of water ripples, and bringing up ripples of foam.

After the foam dissipated, Schiller put down his cup, took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead, and closed the newspaper in his hand, asking Rhodes beside him, "So, did the military negotiate with Stark?"

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Rhodes' tone was very relaxed. After returning from vacation, his military seriousness had diminished somewhat. Rhodes took a sip of coffee and said, "But the military got one thing wrong."

"What?"

Rhodes smiled and recalled yesterday's scene after the battle ended.

The hurried and dense footsteps echoed in the lobby of the first floor of Stark Tower. The elevator door opened, and several pairs of boots stepped into the elevator. The generals' serious faces were blocked by the slowly closing elevator door.

"Ding," the elevator arrived. Following the light guide, they pushed open the door to a conference room, but the person in the conference room was not Tony Stark as expected, but someone they least wanted to see.

The leading general's expression twitched, and he lowly uttered a name, "...Obadiah Stane."

Schiller took a sip of coffee, flipped the newspaper to the next page, and said, "I can already imagine their miserable situation."

"It may be even more miserable than you think." Rhodes' tone had a bit of schadenfreude. He said, "Since I left the military system and looked at these things from the perspective of a bystander, I realized that it was so foolish for me to stand in the position of these people and demand that everyone contribute to the country."

"So are you not planning to go back?"

Rhodes shook his head and said, "It's hard for me to completely break away from this system. I have gone too far on this road."

"I'm waiting for a suitable opportunity, a time when I have the ability to change it, even if it's only a part of it."

"After all, I can't be completely employed by Tony to work for him, because then I have no position to punch him when he messes up."

"I can tell that you really want to punch him."

"I said, I'm waiting for a suitable opportunity." Rhodes shrugged and smiled.

"Continue talking about the negotiations. Justin Hammer and Ivan Vanko should have participated, right?"

"Yes, their part was the most exciting."

After the generals came in, following behind them were the scruffy Justin Hammer and Ivan Vanko, who was smoking a cigarette.

Rhodes and several other Mech armor escorted them over. Obadiah sat at the conference table and didn't even glance at Hammer, but instead looked at Ivan's face.

When Stark came in, he was wearing a suit and was completely clean. He saw Justin's mech armor and walked up to it with a smile. Then he slapped the mech armor hard on the shoulder, causing the shoulder armor to fall off with a "click". The internal wires sparked and the arm armor exploded with a "bang".

Stark chuckled and said, "What did you call this thing again? Ex-wife? Is this all a married man can do? Hahaha!"

Ivan wanted to punch him, but Rhodes stopped him. Both of the electric whips from the whip armor had been confiscated, and the room was filled with Stark's mech armor. Ivan had no choice but to surrender.

Obadiah was still looking at Ivan. He tapped the table and signaled everyone to sit down. Tony and Rhodes sat on the left, while the military, Hammer, Ivan, and Obadiah sat on the right. Obadiah sat in the middle.

He first looked at the military and calmly said, "I understand that you intend to knock on the door, but your actions are as rough as ever."

He glanced at Justin Hammer and said, "The glove you found is nowhere near as good as his father's, and the sound of knocking on the door is not pleasant."

With Obadiah present, Stark entered a kind of trance state. He didn't even try to understand what Obadiah was referring to, nor did he bother to think about the current situation. Apart from these actions, all he could do was stare at Ivan.

Skipping the lengthy stage of testing each other, exchanging pleasantries, and reminiscing about the past, skipping the debate about right and wrong and moral differences, and finally skipping the stage of enjoying each other's company and looking forward to world peace, after more than an hour, the matter finally got to the point.