Silver-white light shot through the winding road, and the galloping beast roared mechanically. It was the Audi R8e-tron, an expensive wild horse, who was untied and rushed along the road.

Tony Stark pinched the steering wheel with one hand, and the car audio was playing a wild and unrestrained rock music. As the music reached its climax, Tony added another kick. The speed on the dial had exceeded 140 per hour, and even if it was placed on the highway, it was already speeding, let alone our driver was still wearing a plaster with one hand now.

Eric looked through the documents in the passenger seat as if he was just a spectator rather than the one sitting in the passenger seat of the 140-yard sports car. He pulled out a document left by Colson and loudly overshadowed the manic wind and said, "Izikiel Stan, the son of Obadai, is nineteen years old, a rebellious but extremely talented child, but very disagreement with his father. He has lived with his mother so far...a little like you."

"Do you mean genius or the part that cannot be with my father?" Tony said. "The happiest day in my life was the day when my father sent me to boarding school. As for my father, I guess he is no different from Obadai."

"That's just that you're too pessimistic, maybe you just don't know, maybe you're very important in his heart or maybe you might."

Tony smiled disdainfully: "You don't know my dad, I understand. He is such a man. I may not even see him a few times a year. Nothing is more important than his scientific research."

"Then I guess I have a say. I haven't seen my dad in fifteen years." Eric leaned lazily in the back of the chair. "I heard that he was also busy with a great cause that was 'concerned about the future of mankind', so I guess he had to choose his son to make some sacrifices for the great cause."

"Ha, then we still have similarities."

After entering the downtown street, Tony finally restrained his speed a little - of course, just by his standards.

After Obadai Stein's death, all his property had been frozen, but according to the information provided by Colson, there was also a factory registered under his son's name that had not been confiscated, and it was in Brooklyn. This could also be regarded as Obadai's only property left. If he still had any secrets, it could only be here.

The factory occupies a large area and is not difficult to find according to the address. Tony parked his Audi less than a hundred steps outside the factory gate, opened the car door and prepared to get off the car, but Eric pressed his shoulder down.

"Hang it down." Eric frowned, hesitated for a while, and said, "You'd better put on your armor."

Tony was stunned: "What?"

"Maybe I'm too concerned, but I have an ominous premonition." Eric said, "Anyway, trust me."

As he said that, he had taken the lead in removing the standby state of the armor under the windbreaker and put on the Yamozhuo battle suit.

Tony looked at him suspiciously for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay."

He has not developed a series of subsequent armors such as portable and remote control, but it is not complicated to carry the armor in the car. He pulled off the bandage hanging from his hands, stretched out his robotic arm from all over the side of his driver's seat, and began to assemble it with all his hands and feet. In a short while, he completed the dress of the Iron Man armor.

The two walked towards the factory side by side, and reached out to pinch the large, seven or eight-meter-high iron gate with the iron chains in front of the door. The two of them exerted force to one side, and the iron chain was pulled into several pieces, and the door was torn open with a wail.

Eric didn't say it, but there was always a strange chill in his heart, as if he was staring at the back of his heart by a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle. But theoretically, if someone was monitoring nearby, he should not be able to escape the Iron Man's armor. Its excellent sensory system should be able to monitor most lurkers.

Maybe you're really just too much?

Iron Man walked into the factory first, with Eric following closely behind. This place looked like an ordinary abandoned factory, which no one had used for many years. The only residents were rats and cockroaches. Dust particles were suspended in the air, and every equipment and every corner seemed dirty. The entire factory looked empty, and you could count the huge space at a glance.

"It doesn't seem to be here anymore," Tony said. "Although I don't know what Obadai wants to leave this place, it's obviously not a good place to hide things. In other words, a dead end."

"Not necessarily." Eric said, "Can you hear it? The wind."

"Wind?" Tony was stunned.

The Amozhu armor not only gives Eric extraordinary endurance and strength, but also has some sensory enhancement, such as hearing.

"Jarvis, analyze the wind direction here."

"Okay, sir."

The electronic screen clearly indicates the direction of the wind, and the source comes from below a heavy crane, just like running water coming out from a crack in the rock.

Tony and Eric looked at each other, and they grabbed the bottom of the crane from one side and exerted force at the same time. The two sets of mechas had a horsepower of dozens of tons, and the nails of the crane bounced away like bullets. They lifted them together and threw them aside.

"Ha, I'm more and more optimistic about you, a clever little devil."

"Thank you, I've been over the award, goatee."

When they lifted the crane, they appeared in front of them a not-so-long staircase. The light blue fluorescent light from the basement was like a carpet on the staircase. You can vaguely see from the entrance that the basement floor and four walls are pure metal. Various novel equipment that are hard to name are exuding the strong modern flavor of Stark industrial, which is completely different from the dirty abandoned factory above.

However, at this moment, the moment the two of them were preparing to go on, the uninvited guest arrived.

Within one second, the ceiling covered with spider webs suddenly shattered and the whole thing collapsed. Several figures rushed in like rockets, falling from the sky with thick smoke and fire.

The visitor has a humanoid torso and limbs, a light blue paint on the shell, and more importantly, a round energy source on the chest, and the palm cannon that resembles the face of Iron Man and the palm of his palm, it is like a copycat mocking the genuine version.

Tony said with a gloomy face: "Jarvis, scan these guys and analyze their skills."

"The design is highly similar to the technology of the Iron Overlord Armor, but these are just robots and no operators." Jarvis replied, "The source is unknown. However, the energy core energy efficiency and output power are extremely low, and it is not the technology of arc reactors."

"Of course, I said that this technology has no one to crack for at least fifty years."

"But they tricked you into the sensor system with the most advanced stealth technology," Erick reminded. "This is not a good sign."
Chapter completed!