Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

At the same time, Tony Stark, who was far away in the United States, appeased Obadiah Stane by showing off his miniaturized Ark Reactor, and was turned down by his best friend James Rhodes, and finally began to develop Mark 2 on his own.

Needless to say, the process.

Even though Tony is a world-renowned genius, there are bound to be bumps and bruises when inventing something new from scratch, even though he has the original Iron Man suit that he named Mark 1 as a base.

But when he was not researching and developing, Tony couldn't help but think of the Transformers he had seen before.

There is also the little Rijiu-er that Rosen created, and the deformable arm he put on his hand.

To be honest, he thought they were all good, and it was hard for him not to be jealous.

After just a brief attempt, Tony gave up helplessly.

Because with the current level of technology and materials, it is not impossible to complete simple transformation, but imagine switching between the two states of human and object freely without affecting their respective stability and functions, like Transformers, it is really not something that can be done by just thinking about it.

To put it bluntly, humans still have a long way to go to achieve all of this.

Tony was a little helpless, but not depressed.

Because he knew very well that the development of technology is like this. Sometimes it will explode, but more often it will crawl forward in the dark.

So he gave up his unrealistic fantasies and began to develop Mark II based on existing technology and materials.

Occasionally, Tony would think of the cave where he was imprisoned and the gentle Ethan.

Of course, I couldn't help but think of Rosen, who I only met once but always felt was not so pleasing to the eye.

He thought about it and it seemed that he always felt that the guy was stealing his limelight.

"Jarvis, do you know where Rosen went?" Tony asked casually.

"Yes, sir." The voice of his electronic butler Jarvis sounded immediately. "He went to China with his wife and daughter."

"What are you doing there?" Tony was startled and asked in confusion, "A vacation?"

"It should be for the Olympics." Jarvis replied, "I checked their ticket booking records through formal channels."

"Watching the Olympics?!" Tony curled his lips and smiled, "This old guy is quite leisurely."

"Sir, do you need me to book a ticket for you?" Jarvis asked.

"No, thanks." Tony quickly shook his head and refused.

Not to mention that he had no interest in watching the Olympics. Even if he did, with his current status, it would be impossible for him to go there casually like Rosen and Diana.

As the world's largest arms dealer and arms manufacturer, it brings with it the feeling that trouble is coming wherever it goes.

He was rampant in the United States, but when he went to China, he would have to be very timid. After all, they would not pamper him.

"Go up 2, OK, position..."

Tony was working and talking at the same time, and noticed Potts coming in with coffee.

"I've been ringing the bell, haven't you heard the intercom?" Potts asked.

"Yeah." Tony responded vaguely, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

"Obadiah is upstairs."

"Ok."

Tony agreed and lifted his arm off the shelf. There was a mechanical structure on it, and in the palm of his hand was a gleaming energy cannon.

"Didn't you say you didn't make weapons anymore?" Potts is not an ordinary little girl. Having worked in Stark Industries for so many years, she has a sharp eye and can tell at a glance that this is not an ordinary toy.

"Of course." Tony said casually, "This is a flight stabilizer. It's safe and harmless."

Before he finished speaking, he slapped the switch on the table.

With a buzzing sound, the energy cannon in the palm of his hand quickly gathered energy, and then burst out with a ray of light mixed with flames.

Tony was also sent flying by the powerful recoil.

Potts was so scared that she covered her ears and turned away. When she turned back to look at Tony, she heard a voice from the ground: "This is something I didn't expect."

After cleaning up the mess, Tony went upstairs.

I saw Obadiah Stanislavsky carrying a piano.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked.

"Just because I brought you pizza from New York?" Obadiah Stane asked knowingly. "Doesn't mean it won't go well."

"Of course." Tony opened the pizza box, pulled out a corner and put it in his mouth.

"It would be smoother if you went." Obadiah Stani stopped playing.

"You told me to keep a low profile, and I did." Tony said vaguely while eating pizza.

Of course, he himself might not even believe this, it was just an excuse.

"I'll keep a low profile, you handle it..."

"Come on, that's in front of the media and the public." Obadiah Stane came over with a glass of wine and said, "But this is a board meeting."

He sat down in front of Tony and said, "The board said you were suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. They filed a restraining order."

"What?" Tony was stunned.

"They're going to stop you."

"Because the stock dropped 40 points?" Tony said unhappily, "We knew this would happen."

"It's 56.5," Potts corrected.

"It doesn't matter." Tony said: "We own the controlling stake in the company."

"Tony, the board has a say too," Obadiah reminded. "They say you and your new direction aren't in the best interest of the company."

"I am taking responsibility," Tony said. "This is the new direction for me and the company. I will take responsibility on behalf of the company."

He became more and more angry as he spoke, and looked at Potts and said, "Is there no one who supports me?"

"Yes," said Potts.

"Who?" Tony asked in surprise.

"Diana Prince Rowe's agent."

Tony was startled, then he came to his senses and asked, "Rosen's wife?"

"Yes." Potts nodded and said, "They have recently been absorbing a large number of idle shares of Stark Industries, which has played a role in boosting the confidence of shareholders. Otherwise, the stock price may be even lower."

"What does this guy want to do?" Tony felt a little blocked in his heart when he thought of Rosen. He even lost the idea of ​​chatting. He picked up the pizza box and said, "I'm going to the studio."

"Tony, listen to me." Obadiah stopped him and said, "I'm trying to save the situation, but you have to give me something. Show them something. Diana Prince Rowe's support alone won't stabilize the board."

He pointed to the Ark reactor on Tony's chest and said, "Let the engineers analyze it and draw a parameter diagram."

"No, absolutely not." Tony refused sternly.

"Let me throw a bone to the board."

"This is for me." Tony looked at Obadiah and said, "Those people in New York can forget about it. This is the end of it."

...........................

June 8, 18:11 am.

Beijing, Bird’s Nest.

Liu Feiren, Savadi, Coco, Van der Westen, Ilariani, Scott and Zovalidis started the men's 110m hurdles preliminaries.

At this time, there were spectators in the stands, countless bright red national flags were flying, and the thunderous cheers seemed to overturn the entire stadium.

From the moment the starting gun sounded, Liu Feiren rushed out and took the lead in jumping over hurdles, hurdles, and hurdles.

Until the end, I ran under 13 seconds and won the first place in this preliminary round.

"Liu Feiren, he won! Cheer, this is a good start, because there will be more exciting performances later. We are looking forward to Liu Feiren winning the championship." The on-site announcer shouted excitedly.

Not only him, all Chinese people were shouting and cheering.

Rosen was also cheering.

Only he himself knew that he had changed history, which was far more important to him than killing an enemy and gaining some merit points.

Facts have proved that Liu Feiren was really at the peak of his competitive state at this time.

Especially after being free from the trouble of injuries, he is truly unmatched on the court.

We were leading the way, game after game.

Until the evening of August 8, he not only won the world championship, but also broke the original world record.

As he watched from afar Liu Feiren wearing the gold medal inlaid with gold and jade and singing the national anthem facing the national flag, Rosen felt that the purpose of coming to watch the Olympics this time had been successfully achieved.