In the vast desert, arms dealers were explaining their products to a group of generals who couldn't see clearly.`````

"This is the treasure of the Freedom Series, and the first application of Stark Industry's rapid counterattack technology..."

"I promise, the bad guys don't even dare to leave the old nest..."

"I'm introducing you to Jericho missiles, and you can buy five million and get free wine..."

The product that was tested flew into the sky and scattered hundreds of warheads, like a large net covering the sky covering the dark mountains on the edge of the horizon. Then the earth collapsed, and the violent shock waves rushed towards the face with the sound of whimpering wind.

Time stopped at this moment, and an annoying voice woke Mr. Arms Merchant from his nightmare.

There is no gravel, no dust, and no bad guys.

There was only one man calling his name softly.

"Tony, it's time to take medicine."

After staring at the middle-aged man wearing glasses for a while, Tony Stark woke up from the chaos and recognized that this was Ethan--a scholar and a good old man.

And he is his life-saving benefactor.

"Wait for a minute and I will recall the taste of the fine wine. It's my treasure, the white wine of 1784 in Dicchen, Ethan." Tony shook his head, complained, and sat up, pushing the blanket aside, revealing his bandage and the arm that had been cast.

A day ago, the unlucky arms dealer finally broke free from the clutches of the criminals and successfully arrived at the nearby US military base with the help of two kind-hearted people. Needless to say, various receptions and inquiries were received, for his safety and his own wishes, the next morning, a plane took them to the North American continent.

Now they are in the airplane's cabin, flying steadily above 30,000 feet.

"Do I need compensation at the price?" Ethan carefully changed Tony's bandages while bickering. In the past, he might have felt that it was uncomfortable to have close contact with a billionaire. But the power of habit is endless. After being in the same room during this period, he has accepted this kind of life.

Tony is the same.

"Open your mouth and swallow them." Ethan was half persuading and half ordering. Tony obediently took the colorful pills with water, and then remembered to ask what it was.

"Anti-bacterial drugs, you can avoid infection with them. You must know that the surgical environment was very simple at the beginning. I always thought it was a blessing to survive." Ethan shook his head, put away the replaced bandage and sent it to the front cabin.

Now there are only Tony and Eric. Although it is already autumn and he is in the sky, Eric doesn't feel cold. He sat in the seat opposite Tony, wearing only a shirt on his upper body and a pair of jeans on his lower body. His waist and back are straight and straight, looking very energetic.

Mr. Tony looked at the other person and looked at himself again. Suddenly, he felt that the military coat borrowed to cover up the cold seemed extremely incompatible, the worn and loose-buttoned jacket, dirty and ragged half-old boots, and the fluffy hair that he could feel with his hands, even though he couldn't see it. All of this made him feel bad.

Now he felt that Eric was disliked.

"Hey, I really envy the mutants." Tony pretended to say to himself. "I am not afraid of the cold or sick, I can recover quickly even if I am injured. It is said that I can survive a nuclear explosion. Is there anything else that they can't do?"

His words seemed to be complimenting, but his tone seemed to be evaluating cockroaches.

"Do you want to join us? Maybe I can think of a solution for you." Eric replied casually. At this time, he was leisurely holding a glass of wine and staring at the boxes displayed on the other side of the cabin. There was Tony's first-generation armor. Except for the mask, he didn't know which corner it was blown to, the remaining parts were basically collected. Tony refused the military's inspection request and insisted on taking them on the plane, probably to transport them back to his mansion for souvenirs.

"Forgive." Tony refused. "My father often told me to be proud of myself, and I always remember his words."

"Good view," Eric praised. "But although I have many habits, nostalgia is not one of them."

Tony snorted, wiped his nose, and suddenly felt like he was robbed of lines, so he planned to change the topic and regain his psychological advantage.

"What are you looking at?" he asked Eric, who was still facing him.

"Some interesting things." Eric's eyes seemed to penetrate the wooden box and directly looked into the box.

"That's mine." Tony emphasized his rights.

"Take it," Eric shrugged and looked back.

The general structure is clear. Tony's invention is not particularly outstanding. The fragile joints still cannot withstand severe impacts. The hard material is not tough enough. The program is simple and easy to operate, but it is far from reaching his later height. The only thing worth mentioning is the unique energy system, which makes the mecha no longer burdens and truly has a human-shaped combat style. At this moment, the most valuable luminous gyro body is in the owner's chest, and you can see it when you turn around.

"You want to plagiarize my design? I thought mutants were primitive people who were far away from science, or Amish elders who rejected modern civilization. Are you sure you can understand it?" Tony raised his legs proudly. Stark Industry and the Academy had contact with the Academy and continued to this day. He had some understanding of the Academy, but this did not prevent him from despising this group.

"That's because scientists have caused us harm, but we do not exclude science by ourselves." Eric replied lightly.

"For example?" Tony was aggressive and wanted to get the chance to laugh at him.

"For example, my company, it's about to launch a new product," Eric said, putting the empty cup back, and he only drank one glass of any kind of wine at a time.

"Your company?" Tony suddenly became interested. He snatched the wine beside Eric and poured himself a glass of it. "Hehe, who am I talking to, a CEO, or a philosopher?"

"None of them, you're just dealing with Magneto. Please forgive me if you're scared, but we have no reason to live in a limited role that others have given us, right?" Eric replied calmly, Tony put on a disdainful attitude.

"Is that your freedom, talk about your products, or those floating tables and chairs, or have you developed the mutational agent that turns humans into mutants?"

"None of them. I think you need to re-understand Osborne Industry." Eric said gently. Some arrangements were related to Tony, but Tony knew nothing. It was very interesting to see him walking step by step in the established direction.

"Osborne Norman's company, it falls into your hands?" Tony raised his eyebrows. Some things he didn't care about, but it didn't mean he couldn't guess.

"It's still in Harry's hands, and I'm just helping from the side." Seeing the other party laughing, Eric shook his head. "You don't need this expression. I spent money to provide creativity and the most important production materials. In return, I will certainly take away my own part, just like the relationship between the Stark family and the Stark Industry, but Osborne did not change to my last name, but that's all."

"Very generous." Tony commented, raising his glass to Eric.

Seeing the wine being drunk, Eric clapped his hands as if he suddenly remembered it.

"Tony?" He called the arms dealer's name intimately, and the other party choked suddenly.

"I forgot to remind you that you can't drink alcohol when you take antibacterial drugs." He pointed to the cup, and Tony's face changed color quickly.

"Haha, you did it on purpose." The arms dealer stood up and rushed to the bathroom, just passing by Ethan who was returning to the cabin.

"What's wrong with him?" Ethan asked in surprise, holding his glasses.

"I think his cold has worsened." Eric smiled.

In the following time, Tony Stark closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, or chatted with Ethan, but refused to talk to Eric again. He stood up excitedly until the plane landed.

The cabin door slowly opened, and after returning to the local area, Tony saw the assistant lady whose hair was constantly floating by the wind.

"Be careful." Ethan reminded the roommate of the cell. He knew very well how excited Tony was, but his friend no longer cared about his reminder, and his eyes were full of the figure of the man standing in the wind.

Seeing Tony safe and sound, Pepper smiled and sniffed, and at this moment she was also out of control.

"What's wrong with your eyes? I haven't seen the boss moved for a long time?" Tony deliberately teased her.

"I'm crying with joy. I hate finding a job." Pepper countered with the tide of rubbing the corners of his eyes.

The stone finally fell to the ground, and now they can rest assured.

In the distance, a group of people were walking quickly, most of them were journalists, but Eric also saw his former ally, Obadai, who was walking in front of him. They were supposed to be in Stark Industry, but at Obadai's suggestion, they rushed to the military airport together. Obadai knew that Eric was uneasy after intervening in it, and the reporters planned to get first-hand information about the attack from Tony.

Soon the company's major shareholder and the highest executive officer hugged each other, and under the flash, they slapped each other's backs intimately, and then took a photo with a smile on their faces.

"Thank you Eric." Pepper took this opportunity to thank Eric.

"Tony is an amazing person." Eric didn't say much. Now Tony has held a press conference on the spot, and announced a major decision while biting the burger the driver got him.

"...I never said goodbye to my father. I want to ask him what he thought about producing arms, whether he had struggled or wavered, or he was a cold-blooded animal just like the one reported in the news." Tony paused, and the flash kept on. "I saw young Americans dying, dying under the weapons I made to protect them, and I saw myself becoming a member of this loss-of-recognition system. I saw clearly and understood that I had more to offer to the world than to make weapons, so from now on, I will close Stark's weapons manufacturing factory."
Chapter completed!