The moment he saw the Iron Suit, Obadiah's eyes were glued to it, unable to look away. He was ecstatic.
"So that's why Tony dared to shut down all the weapons departments. He was doing this. That's right, as long as the Arc Reactor can be miniaturized, everything else is a small problem. If this can be successfully developed, Stark Industries will become the greatest military industrial enterprise in history."
His gaze was extremely passionate. "But this opportunity can't be left to you, Tony. I've devoted my whole life to Stark Industries, I should be its owner!"
Thinking this, Obadiah didn't make a sound. He noticed some blueprints on the workbench not far away and quietly walked over. Seeing the design of the Humanoid Mecha on the blueprints, he was overjoyed.
"Tony, Tony, it's not a good habit to leave things lying around, even in your own home."
He quietly took out his phone, photographed several blueprints and the ruler, and then took a few photos of Tony, who was engrossed in his work, and the Iron Suit beside him before retreating.
After returning to the living room on the first floor, Obadiah said to Jarvis, "I saw Tony is still working. It's so late, I won't disturb him. I'll come back tomorrow."
Jarvis replied, "Okay, Mr. Obadiah. When Mr. Stark is finished with his work, I will remind him that you visited."
Obadiah knew Tony's personality well, and said deliberately, "Please tell him that I'm here to discuss the company's stock price."
"No problem, sir," Jarvis replied with a buzzing sound.
Obadiah nodded, turned, and left. Upon reaching the manor's entrance, he immediately urged the driver to hurry back as soon as he got into the car. He needed to find someone to build this Iron Suit.
Tony was completely unaware of all this. He worked until midnight, only stopping when he was too tired. He stretched lazily.
Jarvis thoughtfully offered a cup of coffee.
Tony took the coffee, found a place to sit, and sighed comfortably after taking a few sips. "Jarvis, is there anything I haven't done today, or anything I need to take care of?"
"Mr. Obadiah Stane came today. He said he wanted to discuss the stock price with you. Sir, do you need to watch the video playback?"
Tony immediately waved his hand. "No need. Just tell him to handle it himself. I don't have time recently."
Jarvis: "Understood, your orders have been recorded. I will reply to Mr. Obadiah tomorrow during the day."
Over the next few days, Tony was engrossed in his underground workshop, busy with the construction of the Iron Suit.
On the other side, Obadiah Stane had also instructed his engineers and researchers to work overtime to develop an Iron Suit based on Tony's blueprints.
One side was one person; the other side was a complete team. Obadiah even produced the Iron Suit ahead of schedule.
But Obadiah was not happy. He stared at the giant object in front of him and angrily shouted at the middle-aged man in a white lab coat beside him, "Is this the Iron Suit you made?"
The giant object in front of him was a tall and bulky Iron Suit.
It was nearly ten meters tall and nearly five meters wide. Even though it looked a bit clumsy, no one who saw it would doubt its terrifying destructive power.
"Yes, boss." The middle-aged man in white looked at Obadiah sheepishly.
Obadiah was furious. He roared, "I've provided you with so much money and resources, and even gave you all the technical blueprints and photos, and you've produced this thing for me? Can it even go to war? With that size, isn't it just a pure target? And what about the flight system? Can this behemoth even fly?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but argue, "Boss, we've already done our best. According to the data calculations, only this size is perfect, since its power core alone takes up a considerable portion."
Obadiah cut him off, "Then what about Tony Stark's miniature Arc Reactor? Can't you replicate it? And what about the Iron Suit in the photos?"
"Cough, cough... That, Boss, perhaps you were deceived? The photos might be fake, and the miniature Arc Reactor technology is only possessed by Mr. Stark…." The middle-aged man in white coughed.
"The Arc Reactor is right there! Can't you just shrink them?"
"Theoretically, yes, but... We still have a lot of technical problems to solve."
"Useless! Get back to your research!"
Obadiah slammed his hand on the workbench beside him. His mood was extremely bad at this moment.
The middle-aged man didn't dare to say much, scurrying away in a sorry state.
"Tony Stark, Tony Stark… Damn it, I always knew you were a genius, but I never imagined you were this much of a genius. I've spent a lot of manpower, financial resources, and material resources to copy your exoskeleton armor, but it's still inferior to what you created on your own. The miniature Arc Reactor…"
Obadiah stared at the enormous machine in front of him, his face grim, his right hand clenched into a fist.
"I don't believe it. I can't make this thing! Tony, you forced me to do this!"
A cold glint flashed in Obadiah's eyes. He then took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. Once the call connected, he immediately ordered, "Activate Plan Two! Capture Pepper Potts!"
If there was one person Tony cherished the most, it was undoubtedly his secretary, Pepper Potts. She was the only woman who had truly entered Tony's heart.
Obadiah knew this very well. He wanted to have Pepper kidnapped, and then use her to force Tony to hand over the miniature Arc Reactor, or even the entire Iron Suit technology.
Obadiah wasn't concerned about whether this would enrage Tony or bring the police into the matter.
If he could just get his hands on Tony's Iron Suit, then after taking care of Tony, he could use the Iron Suit as his trump card to negotiate with the military and the high-ranking officials of the United States. If that didn't work, he could even cooperate directly with other countries, forcing the United States to hesitate to take action against him.
In the United States, what did the law even matter? It was just a toy in the hands of the wealthy.
Freedom of speech, freedom, and democracy were all fake, just to fool the ignorant masses at the bottom. As long as he, Obadiah, had enough value, even if he killed a Tony or destroyed a city with a weapons experiment, the U.S. military would cover for him!
Therefore, he was determined to get the Iron Suit, which could almost be called a revolution in war weaponry.
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