Tony wanted to say something more, but was interrupted once again by Obadiah.
"By the way, do you know who requested the board to remove you from your position? It was me, Tony. You need to calm down and think. Until then, I won't let you near the company."
After saying all this, Obadiah patted Tony on the shoulder and left without waiting for a response. He no longer needed Tony's reaction.
Tony watched Obadiah's figure disappear before him and silently chuckled. Stark Industries would always belong to the Starks, not the Stans.
Uncle Obadiah, you're at the age where you should be retiring.
Having received Obadiah's response, Tony completely gave up on him, left the party, and drove to his seaside villa, his mind already drafting the design for the second-generation Mark armor.
He was not just a genius inventor but also a brilliant businessman.
A genius who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the founders of various super conglomerates, comparable only to his father Howard and Oscorp's founder, Norman Osborn.
As soon as he got home, he rushed into the underground lab, picked up pen and paper, and sketched out the design for the Mark I, beginning the research and design for the Mark II.
Sometimes, a disaster can truly change a person. After returning from the Middle East, the playboy Tony Stark was dead, and the one who survived was Iron Man, Tony Stark!
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Brazil.
This wasn't Natasha's first time in Brazil. She had been here several times for various missions, but she still couldn't quite get used to the climate. The poisonous insects and wild beasts in the tropical rainforest were also a nuisance; you had to be constantly vigilant, or you wouldn't know what you might encounter, whether it was poisonous or deadly.
"How confident are you in replicating this guy's abilities? I don't want to face an enraged and unbeatable enemy. This green monster could crush me into a pulp with one slap," Natasha said, wearing a white dress as she walked down a concrete road in a small Brazilian town.
"You just need to know where he lives. Tonight, I'll find him and possess him to replicate his genes," Yang Han said calmly.
"Of course, just finding his residence is easy. With my tracking skills, I can follow him home without being noticed. But I also have a mission to complete, which makes it a bit tricky," Natasha said with some frustration.
Bruce Banner was practicing jiu-jitsu in Brazil, living a reclusive life with little interaction with others. After all, only he knew that another monster was hiding within him.
"Bruce Banner has a cousin who's a criminal lawyer living in Los Angeles. You can use her name to get close to him, trick him into going to Los Angeles, and then let the bald egg talk to Bruce Banner," Yang Han said with great composure.
"Bald egg?" Natasha's expression was a bit strange; she knew Yang Han was referring to Nick Fury.
Although Nick Fury was indeed bald and dark-skinned, calling him a bald egg was... damn accurate.
"Is there a problem?" Yang Han glanced at Natasha and asked.
"No, I think it's very fitting," Natasha replied with a smile.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s data was quite powerful. Bruce Banner thought he had escaped the military's control by running to Brazil, but in reality, he had been living under the surveillance of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the U.S. military the entire time.
A terrifying monster had escaped. Even though he was currently just a man, the Hulk inside him couldn't be ignored. Bruce Banner was a dangerous figure, and the U.S. military would spare no effort to capture him to replicate the Hulk's super-soldier abilities.
Banner gazed northward, where the United States lay.
Three years ago, he had undergone strange changes due to gamma ray exposure, resulting in a highly destructive creature within him—the Hulk!
Whenever he got excessively angry, the Hulk would emerge, replacing him.
The Hulk's first appearance had hurt his girlfriend Betty and his prospective father-in-law Ross.
He also knew that if he returned to the United States, the ever-present U.S. military would surely come after him, possibly led by his prospective father-in-law. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
"Excuse me, are you Bruce Banner?" Banner looked up, seeking the source of the voice.
A head of auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her white dress fluttered gently in the breeze. Her exquisite features were strikingly beautiful, and her captivating blue eyes added a touch of allure.
"I am. What can I do for you?" Banner was momentarily stunned but quickly regained his composure. He was a devoted man, and despite the woman's beauty, he would never betray Betty.
"I'm a friend of your cousin, Jennifer Susan Walters. You know, she's a criminal lawyer, and her father is a police officer. Los Angeles is full of gangs, and she's been threatened over a criminal case she's handling. She told me about your identity and general location, so I came to find you without her knowing, hoping you could use your identity to help her," Natasha said with a worried expression, her eyes filled with concern, joy, and fear.
If Yang Han didn't know Natasha was bluffing, he might have believed her.
Damn, the Oscars owe this woman a Best Actress award.
Yang Han sighed inwardly. Indeed! Women are natural-born actresses. After living so long as a spy, she had honed her skills to an Oscar-worthy level.
Banner was visibly moved upon hearing news of his cousin Jennifer, but his expression quickly turned somber. He apologized, "I'm sorry, but I can't help. I'm currently wanted by the U.S. military due to some unspeakable circumstances. If I go to the U.S., I might endanger Jennifer. Please go back and tell her to avoid dangerous cases, even if it means earning less money."
Banner felt a deep sense of guilt. His parents had died long ago, and he had been raised by Jennifer's father, his uncle. He regarded Jennifer as his own sister, but now that she was in danger, he could do nothing, leaving him filled with self-blame and guilt.
Natasha felt no emotional turmoil. Even if this guy was easy to fool, he wouldn't just follow her after a single sentence.
Natasha blinked, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes. She looked at Banner, her voice filled with disappointment, "Jennifer is my best friend. She told me you're her most proud brother. I can't believe you're backing out when she's in danger. It's truly disappointing. You're unworthy of being Jennifer's brother!"
Yang Han could feel the tears on Natasha's cheeks and thought to himself: This is the essence of acting, no doubt about it. Tears on command!