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"I know that the root of human depravity is beyond words, but I never imagined that even on such a crucial battlefield, at a critical moment that determines the life and death of the entire planet, someone would cause trouble."

Tony Stark tried hard to calm his anger, but he could not stop feeling disappointed. Not long after the war started, there was a group of people trying to launch a nuclear bomb. Even though the war situation was not clear at the time, even though everything had just begun, even though victory had already begun to fall to their side, those people still persevered in wanting to launch a nuclear bomb.

He is not stupid. These people don't care whether this nuclear bomb will work. Maybe they want to kill the Chitauri, but more of them want to force them to death. In order to achieve this goal, they don't even care about the lives of the people in the entire city.

If all the technologies were not still firmly in his hands, and those who had a vested interest in him were not also madly opposed to it in order to protect their own interests, he himself would not dare to guarantee the direction of this war.

After it was over, he angrily called his superiors, but all he got was a hesitant and frantic cover-up. He didn't want to keep compromising, but in the end, he was too lazy to even ask questions.

There is only fatigue and anger.

"Then replace them."

"What."

Tony Stark turned his head and looked at the doctor in disbelief, as if to confirm it again.

"I'm saying, then replace them. You don't need to defend something that's not worth saving. You can completely turn this country into your own place of authority. I know you can do it, you just don't want to. You seem to be still fixated on the past. You shouldn't simply define yourself as a wealthy person, because what you control is bound to be feared by those people, and they will inevitably obstruct you, or even become hostile to you. The more you retreat, the more they will want to test your limits."

The doctor talked about the country casually, as if he was discussing some casual home matters.

"If the game between you two is like playing chess, then you're the one who plays by the rules, and they're always trying to sabotage it or use tricks. However, you can completely overturn the chessboard and re-establish the rules to suit your own will. So why would you continue to play chess with them?"

"besides."

The doctor paused. He was somewhat puzzled by Tony Stark's thinking. Why would he regard a small group of bastards as representatives of all of humanity? This was too strange.

"Why do you think that the tiny group at the top of the pyramid can represent all of humanity? Even if they owned 80% of the world's wealth, they still couldn't. They can only represent themselves. It's undoubtedly ridiculous to extrapolate the actions of an individual to a group. We have hundreds of races, but the word 'racism' was actually coined by a human like you who have only one race, differing only in skin color. At least we rarely hear such expressions. Every time I hear such words while looking through your historical materials, I find it very interesting. When did an individual become representative of an entire race? And when did a group of people directly label another group? A country is a country, a race is a race, and an individual is an individual, but until you understand them, even if a race has never had a record of lying, it doesn't mean that an individual won't lie."

"Also, if you want to wage a war of public opinion, you can come to me. You are really lacking in this area."

Tony Stark was silent for a moment and looked at the man sincerely.

"Didn't you lose your memory?"

152 America finally belongs to Tony Stark

“What is the U.S. government doing?”

"He just wants to kill us!"

"Those politicians actually want to drop nuclear bombs. They don't care about the lives of ordinary people like us!"

"Stark Industries is the only way out for ordinary Americans."

"All American politicians go to hell!"

Words like these swept across almost the entire United States, so much so that by the time the authorities reacted, they couldn't even stop it.

A certain intelligence agency was almost overwhelmed with work.

"Damn it! The government supports you, isn't it? You can't find the information, and the source is unknown, so you can't suppress it. If all else fails, can't they just bribe a few more media outlets to change their tune?"

A politician with few hairs on his head was slamming the table and yelling at those who were just eating and doing nothing.

"We have tried to buy off the media."

"What about the effect?! Don't tell me you're trying. I need to see the effect."

"Our bid is not as high as the other party's."

"Then just agree to the higher funding and then go back to the higher-ups to apply after the matter is settled! Now that the matter has become so serious, even if we forcibly stop the discussion, it will only make things worse. What the hell are you doing?"

Those pitiful low-level employees looked at each other and replied with a wry smile.

"In fact, our bid has already increased to almost ten or even dozens of times what it used to be, but it's still not as high as the other party's bid."

Upon hearing the news, the man who was showing off just now suddenly became deflated and sat half paralyzed on the chair, moving his lips but not saying a word for a long time.

"Do we need to increase our efforts?" The employee asked cautiously when he saw that the atmosphere was not right.

Then he started to scold her again.

"Are you a pig? Do you think we can get involved in this matter now? Let's just pretend we don't know who wants to get involved. Who knows how much capital is involved in this game? I don't want to be a pawn in someone else's hands and be crushed directly."

The employees below watched their boss walk away, looked at each other, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Change jobs, this job is unbearable."

"It's a good idea, but we work for the government. Where can we go to change jobs? We're not employees of a company. We can't just change jobs."

"How about going to Stark Industries? I heard the treatment and salary there are good. Most importantly, if we go there, we won't be troubled by the higher-ups."

"Good idea." "Not bad." The rest of them nodded in agreement.

Tony Stark was silent when he saw the favorable public opinion market. He always felt that there was something strange about this matter, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it.

The doctor may have seen through his thoughts and couldn't help but ask.

"You don't look too happy."

Faced with such a naked question, Tony Stark was silent for a moment, and finally nodded with mixed feelings.

"I feel like this is really awkward, but I can't put my finger on why."

"Perhaps you think this isn't something a hero should do. Well, allow me to use the word 'hero'."

The doctor pondered for a moment and gave an answer.

In fact, from the first time they met, he keenly realized that Tony Stark was in some sense the complete opposite of him.

Even if they are equally filled with fiery empathy.

But the doctor can order sacrifices in order to save the majority of people, and of course the people who can be sacrificed naturally include himself.

The other party will not do that. They seem to stubbornly pin their hopes on some impossible optimal solution, as if it were some kind of miracle.

This is why there was such a huge disagreement when they first met. The other party seemed to be used to smooth sailing and could always find a glimmer of hope even in the most cruel things, so he developed this habit.

But the Doctor is different. Even if he doesn't remember anything, every time he goes to the battlefield, he can feel a suffocating despair that he cannot escape or drive away, as if it is an instinct engraved in his bones.

Especially after he stayed in Rhodes Island for a while, he understood even more clearly that some things would be useless even if you won the battle, and nothing would change.

"So I don't quite understand. Are you setting your moral standards too high? Hoping to use some impossible miracle, like your broad mind, to influence those stubborn people? Do you think they can really be influenced?"

When he said this, Tony Stark laughed out loud for the first time and answered the other party's question affirmatively.

"Just as I understand that capitalists can disregard everything in pursuit of profit, including family, friendship, and love, it's no surprise that politicians will do anything to maintain their position. Even if I change my personality now, if they really were born from my belly, they will most likely resist me to the end for their own interests."

When he said these words, he thought of the slightly fat figure in his mind. That was his uncle, who was still in prison. He had visited him once last month. At that time, he hoped that prison life would change him. If he could see a little compromise and giving up in his uncle's eyes, he would withdraw the charges against him and bail out his uncle. But no, there was only naked hatred and undisguised jealousy in his uncle's eyes.

So Tony Stark gave up the idea and never planned to go there again.

"Do you think they're fit to make decisive decisions, given their lawless nature and indifference to the lives of ordinary people? Previously, it was just an internal decision between a country or a planet, and it had no impact on you at all, so you didn't have to care. That's your leverage. But now, that's no longer the case. What if the aliens don't resort to an open invasion next time, but instead attack from within? What do you think the chances are that they'll put up a last ditch effort, or will they surrender immediately? So you have to win this battle, completely crush them. And if you want to win the fight, you can't just be timid and stick to the rules."

Tony Stark finally nodded, as if he had figured something out. The two of them drank wine and calmly discussed the future trends of the United States. In the conversation, they dug holes, buried soil, and built graves for those politicians.

It was buried so tightly that there was no possibility of struggle.

The storm was brewing quietly on American territory, but before it could exert its force, it was completely crushed. The change seemed to unfold silently, and except for those who died in the change, no news could be heard from them.

153 It would be strange if there were no cell people this time

Things happened so fast, and for Nick Fury, Tony Stark's decision this time was so compelling that by the time he got the exact news, his immediate superiors had almost all been replaced overnight.

"I think it's pretty good that our boss is that arrogant Tony Stark."

Hawkeye gave a suggestion that was not really a suggestion. After all, in his opinion, Tony Stark was at least a friend, at least much better than the ugly faces of those greedy politicians. Anyway, as long as the country is still this country and is still ruled by humans, it is fine.

"What are you worried about? You're not worried about Tony Stark's fall, are you?"

Black Widow leaned against the table and looked at Nick Fury, not quite understanding why he had called them back alone. Perhaps it was because they were both members of the Avengers. Otherwise, given his personality, he would have called Coulson or Phil.

"No, I'm not worried about that. Before Tony Stark changed everything, he was the richest man in the world. And this is a land of capital, where no one can get along with capital. So as long as he wants, the law is no longer a roadblock. I just feel like there's been some unrest in S.H.I.E.L.D. lately. I've always felt like something's amiss in S.H.I.E.L.D., but I've never been able to find any evidence. There might be some major turmoil recently, which means S.H.I.E.L.D. is very likely out of my control. I hope you can talk to Tony Stark about this as a friend. If I were to tell him myself, he'd probably be furious and not take it seriously."

"how about you?"

Black Widow raised an eyebrow and said nothing more, just asked calmly.

"I have my own plans."

Nick Fury replied without changing his expression. As for what he was thinking, who knew?

Some pests who have been hiding in the shadows are having a hard time now, because with Tony Stark coming to power, even if the person standing in the open is not him, but just a puppet he pushed out, it is enough to give them a headache.

As for why it is a puppet, after discussing with Tony Stark, the doctor felt that there was no need to control everything in his own hands.

"People will always make mistakes. If you stand in the open, then your every move needs to be perfect. However, there is no perfect person in the world. What you do will never satisfy everyone. As long as you stand there, the spotlight will be on you, and all your mistakes will be picked out and pointed at. Especially because you are the nominal supreme ruler, they will be more enthusiastic about it. So anyone can stand in the open, but you can't. After all, the source of your confidence is not the position under your buttocks, but the capital and technology you have in your hands. So if you stand in the open, it is destined to be a thankless task. If you stand in the dark, they will think you have high moral character. They believe they can't give up their position. Even if you have minor flaws, they'll ignore them as if you're just a human being. They can only think from their own perspective, unable to see the broader world. Even if there are still some capable people who want to cause trouble, they should consider their capital. After all, you're not a prominent figure, so they can't use the pretense of righteousness to call on the people to overthrow you. You know, all intelligent creatures are blind followers. The naked hatred of the infected in our hometown is the best example. Never test human nature. Many people are not bad, just stupid, or they make indifferent compromises just to survive. That's all."

Of course, the pests hiding in the shadows are unaware of these words; they just feel that life is difficult.

Most of the illegal industries suddenly had no way out, and the network of relationships that they had worked so hard to build collapsed without a trace. Even if there were occasional fish that slipped through the net, they were just tiny little fish that could not play any role at all. They had no choice but to contact a retired former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a final desperate fight.

In fact, this series of events had been happening for some time. People in the group began to leave one after another, and finally even the Doctor left. Only the Avengers were left wanting to take a look around here at their strong invitation.

After most people had left, Tony Stark opened the chat group, looked at the name that was not familiar, thought for a long time, and then clicked on it.

At this moment, a figure who had struggled to climb out of the poisonous puddle in the sewer was gritting his teeth and wanted to fight back for revenge. Oh, no, the cell people had no teeth at all, so he didn't turn back for revenge.

Logically, he shouldn't be in such a mess, but this time, his luck was truly terrible. He couldn't find any of the scattered fragments of power he knew where. He usually called them scrolls. He felt that they seemed to be the same power as his own. But was it really that important? It didn't matter. After all, with the destruction of his body, those things would be scattered all over the island again, with no chance of saving them.

He also didn't find any suitable weapon. It was really weird. Logically, every time the time was refreshed, the weapons should also be refreshed. At most, the positions would change slightly due to the time effect. But until now, he was still holding a rusty knife, praying hard that it would not break.

He opened the chat group and reluctantly prepared to compromise a little and put the 10,000 points to good use, so that at least he could go a little further on this trip.

As a result, before I had time to click on other pages, I was confused by a series of message sounds.

He could hardly count the red envelopes from his secret mom that the rich man named Ordinary sent to him.

There is a sentence attached at the end.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: I wanted to ask if you were attending the party, but when I looked up, I found that you were gone. The things were packed and delivered to you. You ran so fast that I felt that you were not confident enough. After all, we are in the same group. I am not that stingy. Do I look like a stingy person who holds a grudge?

He opened the red envelopes one by one and saw that most of them contained food, and there were also some things he had never seen before, but they came with detailed instructions, which seemed to be some medicine.

After a moment's silence, his flaming head trembled, as if he was sneering.

Are you kidding me? You think you can get away with just this little bit of stuff? I'm not... Never mind.

Since waking up, a certain cell has rarely felt a trace of concern. The last time it felt this way was when it was about a poor guy who had already died, and that time it was more of a case of mutual exploitation.

No matter how kind the other person appears, he can still sense it.

He was never stupid, he just didn't want to be bound by rules or act all the time.

He decided to accept the other party's gift of apology. He took out an apple and ate it while looking out from the high tower.

154 Leisurely Days

"Why are you looking at me?"

Tony Stark looked back without changing his expression.

Hawkeye gritted his teeth and placed a few rather exquisite models on the other party's table, which looked strangely familiar.

"have a look."

Hawkeye slammed the table, causing several models that had been fighting to fall down again.

"What's wrong? Isn't this my own model? Didn't you get it? Did I borrow it from Coulson? If you want it, we're friends after all, so I'll give you a copy."

Tony Stark leisurely rearranged the models. As for why Coulson? It was because he had a rule: if you bought a complete set of models, you'd be entered into a drawing. The grand prize was a life-size Captain America figure. And, it seemed like Thorson had gotten a full two months' salary advance, so he had so many models that he couldn't fit them all in his house.

This behavior actually puzzled Captain America for a long time. After all, he was standing there in person, but the other party was still pursuing a one-to-one life-size figure. It was really incomprehensible.

"No, everyone's model has 4 or 5 separate kits, and yours has over a dozen. Why am I the only one sold in a bundle with the Avengers?! There's not even a single standalone model!"

Hawkeye expressed strong condemnation.

Tony Stark rolled his eyes at the man, and Thor, who was passing by, almost laughed out loud. He coughed a few times and held it back.

"This thing wasn't designed by me, and I don't have the time to deal with so many details. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't even know how many models I've released."

"Actually, I didn't get up here mainly to protest. I just wanted to ask if the collector's edition codenamed Little Knight is still available."

Tony Stark's eyes gradually became as if he was looking at a pervert, and Hawkeye stared back without fear.

Thor, who was pouring potato chips, turned his head and said with a hint of surprise.