Metropolis, Planet Daily.

The night had fallen, darkness enveloped the tall building, and the lights on the top floor had completely gone out. In the empty office, the editor-in-chief was left standing beside the glass curtain wall, pinching a telescope whose shell had changed color so much that it could not be recognized.

"Are you looking at the stars, editor-in-chief?"

The editor-in-chief was startled and turned around and found that it was Jimmy, a young photographer in the newspaper, with acne on his face.

"You scared me, Jimmy." The editor-in-chief breathed a sigh of relief, "No, I didn't look at anything. Actually, this telescope is useless. You can't see anything through it. I just saw it by chance on my desk...I thought I'd throw it away long ago."

"Why did it be lost?"

The editor sighed, closed his eyes gently, and recalled: "This was left to me by my grandfather. He was the first member of the Humanitarian Press Corps. He traveled all over the world and witnessed many tragic events with his own eyes. When he was a child, he was my idol and one of the reasons why I entered the industry. This telescope was picked up from Nagasaki, which literally harmed Huanpowa. It is said that its owner is a little boy who is not ten years old in terms of body shape. Of course, you can no longer recognize it at that time. To be honest, this telescope scared me half to death. Can you imagine what a terrifying experience it would be to see through these two lenses in the morning when the disaster came?"

Jimmy took the telescope silently, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I can't imagine it."

The editor-in-chief also remained silent for a long time, closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was trying his best to recall something.

"Do you know?" he suddenly spoke, "What if... what if... what if... it's not an atomic bomb, but something else... maybe something even more terrifying came to Nagasaki..."

Jimmy was stunned: "What are you talking about, editor-in-chief?"

"No, nothing." The editor shook his head and shook off this ridiculous idea. "It's just that this thing sometimes appears in nightmares, bringing me such unrealistic fantasies."

He took the telescope back and threw it back on his desk. The broken lens residue reflected the cold moonlight, and the coldness was shining.

"I'd better throw it away." said the editor.

Stark Fair, opening ceremony.

In the transparent round table exhibition hall, men in suits and ladies in elegant evening dresses surrounded the huge stage in the center, and a group of dancers in red and gold color matching were dancing on the stage. The fast-paced music released by the circular three-dimensional trumpet impacted everyone's eardrums. The dancers catered to the cheerful beats and released the hot vitality, igniting the wave of cheering crowds.

Stark Industry has held many expositions in history, which can be said to be a feature of the group. The original initiator was Tony Stark's father, Howard Stark, and his history can be traced back to World War II.

From all over the world, guests with prominent identities and sexy dancers are content that every expo will not be missing over the years, but compared to the past, today's expo is not static.

Howard Stark once imagined that as the host, he drove a speed to the center of the stage at the opening ceremony. If the host could descend from the sky, he would definitely push the atmosphere of the venue to the climax. Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the times, even a genius such as Howard Stark did not make a grand debut in the speed as he wished.

And today, the host really "falls from the sky".

The salutes rose into the sky one after another, exploded gorgeously in the sky, and dazzling colorful lights embellished the deep night sky. Amid the brilliant salutes and people's warm cheers, the afterimage of red and gold flew down from the sky. He played various special stunts, shuttled back and forth between the gorgeous light effects, rotated a few fancy circles, and landed loudly in the middle of the stage.

The atmosphere was indeed ignited to its climax, and people cheered excitedly.

Iron Man raised his hands, and the robotic arm was automatically extended on the stage to start dismantling his armor. The metal decks were peeled off, revealing Tony Stark, who was wearing suits and ties, greeted everyone with a smile.

The dancers finished their dance, and after the ceremony, they lined up neatly to leave the stage, leaving the stage to the protagonist today. Tony raised his hand and signaled everyone to calm down and spoke slowly.

Tony spread his arms, as if he was ready to hug: "Does anyone miss me?"

The crowd cheered warmly again, mixed with the woman's confession of "I love you" at the top of her voice.

Tony made a stop gesture: "Don't do this, I'm not the protagonist today... neither are you."

People calmed down a little.

"Today's theme is about inheritance." He re-speaks, "It depends on what kind of legacy we choose to leave for future generations. This is why starting next year, starting from 1974, the first place for elite men and women in the world will integrate resources, share their vision, and leave a better future for our future generations!"

Eric was caught between the crowd, looking at Tony, who was shining on the stage, and said to himself: "This guy looks quite like that, after all, he is the boss of a big company..."

"Hey, Eric!"

He turned his head and saw Peter dancing almost excitedly, pointing to a car outside that looked quite retro.

"Do you know that?" Peter said excitedly, "A car that can be suspended with magnetic force can theoretically fly freely like an airplane. This is the future! Can you imagine that everyone will walk empty roads when driving out in the future? The traffic jam problem will be solved once and for all..."

"Then when you go out to swing the spider silk, you have to confirm that no vehicles pass by on the left and right at any time, be careful of traffic accidents." Eric complained.

"Uh..." Peter choked a little, as if he hadn't considered this part of the problem yet.

At this moment, quietly, Raven emerged between the two like a light night cat, without saying a word.

Eric was shocked. What was also surprising to her outfit, "Why did she appear here?" Eric had never seen her dress like this since he was impressed - a black Gothic long dress with layers of lace, black hair slipping gently like seaweed, the elegant evening dress reflects the snowy skin, and the fair calf curves in the skirt are particularly attractive.

"Your clothes...ah, why did you come in before that?"

"I gave the ticket." Tony, who had just finished his opening speech, came to the middle of a few people. "She asked me what I wanted, and Pepper gave her a dress... But to be honest, when I gave you two tickets, I didn't expect you to invite a male companion with me."

Eric looked at Raven in surprise: "But didn't you say you didn't want to come?"

"I changed my mind." Ruiwen's face did not change.

"Enjoy it, everyone," said Tony. "The guests will be invited to the dinner in the auditorium over there, and you can go and have a look."

And at this moment, Stark Building, Tony's private lab.

Several sets of Iron Man armor placed in the glass display cabinet suddenly woke up. They were like giants who had been sleeping for a long time, opening their sleepy eyes without warning, and the core lit up with dazzling white light in the same second. The display cabinets lined up turned into waste residue after another with a series of crisp sounds. The armors stretched out their bodies and stepped on the glass residue and came to the center of the room.

The semicircular ceil of the building slowly opened, revealing the dark night sky, like a launching platform to launch a rocket.

“Target lock…Stark Expo.”

This only command appears on the monitors in each armored helmet.
Chapter completed!