Tony stopped next to the workbench with a head full of ice cubes.

"What is this?

A gift to celebrate the success of my first flight? "

Tony threw away the ice bag and opened the beige wrapping paper. The Mark 1 reactor in the transparent box flashed with a blue light.

— PROOF

THAT

TONY

STARK

HAS

A

HEART

Obviously, it was the work of the caring female assistant, Pepper. She cleaned the reactor that her boss replaced, engraved it, and sent it back.

This was proof that Tony Stark was alive.

Tony didn't say anything, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth exposed his good mood.

AI Insider —

"Brother, the boss seems to be in a good mood."

"Yes, 69% of the probability is due to the success of the flight test, 31% is due to Miss Pepper's gift."

"Then I should be able to get his autograph smoothly now."

"This is the task Miss Pepper gave you. You need to seize the opportunity."

After losing the guidance of her dear brother, Fléty, the rookie assistant who had worked for less than four months, recalled the work routine of the female warrior Pepper when she was troubled by the CEO. She mustered the courage to pick up a large stack of documents.

"With all due respect, boss, you didn't tell Miss Pepper that you were working on the Mark 2 aircraft project.

So, that should be a gift to commemorate your escape from Afghanistan.

In addition, Miss Pepper told me that you must review and sign all these documents before noon. Mr. Hapi will hand them over. "

Fléty piled the palm-sized documents beside Tony's hand and glanced at her watch. "You have 27 minutes, boss."

Before Tony left, she said softly, "Congratulations on your successful flight, boss."

"This is the gift I prepared for you to celebrate your successful flight."

Fléty took a donut from the bar counter. The donut was filled with blueberry jam, and the snow-white frosting was sprinkled with colorful chocolate needles. It was paired with a cup of particularly eye-catching green mixed fruit and vegetable juice.

After analyzing the toxicity of palladium, this chlorophyll juice, which looked like the magic potion made by Snape, successfully replaced freshly squeezed orange juice and whiskey and became Tony Stark's new daily drink.

Tony … Tony obviously knew that it was Jarvis who shared his favorite recipe with Fléty. Facing the two AI butlers he created himself, he surrendered and knocked Fléty's head with a pen. He began to flip through the documents and sign them.

"Congratulations on creating a new record, sir."

Jarvis began his daily bragging. If there were conditions, he would brag. If there were conditions, he would brag. If there were conditions, he would brag. If there were conditions, he would brag. If there weren't conditions, he would brag. He would brag to his heart's content. "This time, it only took 86 seconds to sign 37 documents."

Fléty, who existed in the form of a red ball of light in the AI intranet, looked in shock at Jarvis, who was in the form of a blue light source. Brother, I've learned something.

The blue light source flickered slightly, and calmly accepted his sister's admiring gaze.

Tony Smith, who was a veteran donut lover, Stark was very unsatisfied after finishing one. "This is even better than the ones made by my favorite donut shop. Fléty, you only made one?"

"Boss, according to your daily sugar intake, although this doughnut uses all the low-fat and low-sugar products that can be found on the market, there is still a possibility that the sugar content will exceed the limit. If you insist on tasting the doughnuts, please allow me to cancel the apple pie dessert after dinner."

Tony Stark, who was faced with the dilemma of choosing between the donut and the apple pie, did not hesitate.

What choice? Only children would choose. Of course, adults would want both!

Before he could speak, Jarvis decisively added, "Sir, allow me to remind you.

Mark 2's design is tight and streamlined. If the sugar content is excessive, it may cause the armor to not fit. "

A pair of gray eyes stealthily circled around Tony's round abdominal muscles.

"Don't think that I didn't see your eyes!

Fléty! "

Tony sucked the vanilla-flavored icing off his hand. "Do you have something to say about my abdominal muscles?"

Fléty, who was caught red-handed, instantly straightened her face. Thanks to the AI core, when she was serious, she was definitely more like a robot than a robot. Even her eyelashes were written with professionalism and meticulousness.

She skillfully changed the topic. "Boss, I have to report to you about the investigation of Stark Industries."

When it came to business, Tony immediately put down his obsession with the abdominal muscles. He picked up the green potion and drank half a cup in disgust. "Go ahead."

"I used your authority to check all the sales records of Stark Industries and found 214 records of goods with unclear descriptions. The sales were a mystery. The records can be traced back as far as 17 years ago. The person responsible is Obadiah Stein."

"You mean, Stein has been selling my weapons to those organizations?"

"Yes, boss.

In addition, I also followed the clue found when you disappeared and found that Mr. Stein and the Ten Commandments Gang had direct money transactions. He also provided your satellite positioning for the other party. "

If it were not for the restrictions of the AI protocol, Fléty obviously would have called Stein "scum" instead of "sir." Tony remembered the short satellite phone call before the attack, and his face darkened visibly.

"Haha, this is my friend, my elder."

Tony looked gloomy. He didn't know if it was because of the betrayal of his trusted partner, or because the weapons produced for protection fell into the wrong hands.

The weapons he invented, the deaths he brought, and his inescapable responsibility.

Jarvis and Fléty didn't know what he was thinking, but the AI butlers' understanding of his personality and constant attention to him immediately sounded the alarm.

J.A.R.V.I.S said, "Sir, Mr. Stane is the partner chosen by Mr. Howard. As a shareholder of the company, you shouldn't be responsible for the wrong decision he made." Shift the blame, immediately shift the blame, let the father take the blame.

Fléty: "Boss, I think Colonel Roddy, Miss Pepper, and Mr. Hapi are your friends. Everyone is actually not very familiar with Mr. Stein."

Who would want to be familiar with this two-faced and greedy old man? She didn't know him, okay?

The AI butlers didn't sound like there was a problem, but when he thought about it carefully, something seemed wrong. They successfully brought Tony's thoughts back.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he tapped on the keyboard. The 3D image of the Mark III armor design on the screen rotated from multiple angles, showing off unparalleled precision, power, and beauty.

This was Tony Stark's real invention — the armor for protection and salvation.

He made up his mind. "Where is Stein? I have to figure out what other evil plans he has."

The best battle plan — attack.

Stark's style was always head-on.

Fléty pulled up a news report. "The third firefighter family donation event sponsored by you will be held tonight at the Disney Music Hall. Stein will definitely attend."

"It's time for the people of New York to see the return of their favorite Tony Stark."

Tony pinched his nose and drank the rest of the chlorophyll juice. He ordered, "There's plenty of time. Jarvis, color my armor."

"Of course, sir." Jarvis cooperated and painted the 3D image into a blinding bright gold.

"It's a bit too dazzling, don't you think?"

"You've always been different." Jarvis continued his daily bragging.

Her big caramel-colored eyes glanced at her beloved collection and calmly moved away from the electric blue supercar that had a hole smashed into it. Her gaze landed on a classic antique classic car with a red, black, and gold color scheme.

"How about adding some hot red?"

"This perfectly neutralizes the golden color. It's indeed more low-key." Mr. AI's daily bragging mission was completed.

Standing behind them, Freddy's lips twitched, but he controlled himself in the end.

She still had more to learn from her brother in the area of brainlessly bragging about the boss.

Two hours later, Tony Smith, who was sitting in the silver supercar, was dazzling and charming. Stark looked at the little girl in the passenger seat in disbelief. Correction, the little girl who was so beautiful that she could kill a group of cover girls with her face alone.

But, but!

Look at what she's wearing!

A long white dress!

Chest, arms, back, waist, legs, nothing was exposed!

Although there was nothing to reveal about her chest, but!

Her whole body was wrapped up like a mummy and only her fingers were exposed!

Even if it was my own daughter, I wouldn't wrap her up like this. Tony's father thought to himself.

Then he thought about it carefully. No, it's better to wrap it up. If he had a baby daughter, he would definitely poke all the boys who dared to look at her cutie.

It's good to wrap it up. It's not bad to wrap it up.

But, "You're different from my previous female companion."

Tony imagined the headlines of tomorrow's major headlines — "Shocking!

Tony Stark's Pedophilia Exposed!! "

, "Aftermath of Kidnapping!

Playboy Abandons Blonde Big Chest!! "

…

He shuddered.

"I'm not attending as your female companion, Boss." Fléty pulled up the hem of her dress slightly, revealing the pointy CL high heels on her feet.

"I'm your personal bodyguard."

"Since you insisted on confronting Mr. Stein in person, my brother and I both think that he might be angry and hurt you, so I'll be temporarily responsible for your personal safety." Fléty looked at the shoes with satisfaction, as if she really wanted to use them.

Tony imagined Stein's figure and compared it to the slender girl next to him. He was skeptical. "Are you trying to make him dizzy with your big eyes?"

"That's your killer move."

Fléty felt the feeling of the nine-centimeter high heels on the leather carpet and smiled. "My brother and I have discussed the technique of AI using physical bodies. If necessary, I'll hand over the right to use my body to the standard program. Please believe me, Boss, I've practiced. Thigh Strangulation and Cross Lock are not difficult."

She put down the hem of her dress and smiled sincerely. "Also, there are a few parts of the male body that are especially fragile. A simple female self-defense technique is enough."

Tony imagined something and gasped. He realized that he was looking forward to this female self-defense technique that would be used on Stein.

But he also felt an indescribable chill in a certain part of his body.