Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Undoubtedly, "Iron Man" Tony Stark's debate speech at the hearing was a huge success, allowing him to win the hearing as he wished.

Then, let us turn the scene to a hidden yet luxurious Western restaurant along the Potomac River in Washington.

"What's going on? Aren't they enemies?"

Edward asked softly Pepper Potts, who was sitting opposite him.

As the future CEO of Stark Industries in Tony's mind, Miss Potts will definitely be able to give him a satisfactory answer to the completely different scenarios in front of him.

Potts raised his head and glanced at Edward. Knowing that Edward was British and might not be aware of the internal strife in the United States, he organized his words in his mind.

First, he explained to Edward in more detail the internal factional struggles in the United States.

Let’s briefly summarize it.

"Tony also wants to get out of the control of those old consortiums."

"He doesn't want to be a pawn of those old antiques in the future!"

There was certainty in her voice.

Really? Edward nodded silently, thinking of the invention on Tony's chest that could disrupt the world's energy system.

Sure enough, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests!

If the Ark reactor is really popularized.

Haha, Edward sneered several times.

It is true that classmate Tony Stark is an American, and the invention in his hands that can change the world is enough to further consolidate America's energy hegemony in the world.

Compared with the complicated and chaotic Middle East oil, the energy source of the Ark reactor, which can be established anywhere on the earth, is undoubtedly safer and more reliable.

However, Edward turned his head.

Looking at the table behind you, which faction within the United States will hold these huge future interests?

Ha! Ha! Ha! He sneered three times.

A few hours ago, the fat senator who was quarreling with Tony's classmate was sitting closely side by side with Tony and having lunch together. Their hearty chatter and laughter could be heard from time to time in this small private room.

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Who the hell will ever tell me that Tony Stark is nothing but a playboy besides making inventions?

Uncle, I will kill him with a mouthful of salt soda.

While Edward was thinking, he used a silver table knife to cut open the Kobe steak in front of him, watching the plump juices slide out from between the tender beef.

Tony, this kid, clearly wants to have both sides and be independent!

Listening to the voices of the fat senator and Tony talking happily behind him, Edward shook his head in boredom.

After thinking about all this, he raised his head and muttered something in the blank eyes of Little Pepper.

"Your circle is so chaotic!"

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Located in the circular headquarters building of Hammer Industries in New York.

"President Hammer, in the second week after the press conference, the company's stock price has fallen another three percent."

The subordinate in the black suit lowered his head respectfully and handed the latest stock market report to Hammer, who was sitting in the president's office.

"I know, go ahead and do your work!"

Justin Hammer, still wearing an elegant white suit, nodded and said calmly.

Seeing his subordinates walking out of the office, Hammer took the report and silently walked to the transparent floor-to-ceiling window on the side.

He let out a long sigh.

"Why!"

As one of the designated arms suppliers of the Ministry of Defense, he knew clearly that in the previous confrontation at the hearing, he and Tony Stark were just pawns in the confrontation between two powerful forces behind the scenes.

I lowered my head and looked at the report in my hand. In just two weeks, nearly one billion US dollars of wealth had evaporated in the stock market.

He raised his head and glanced at the "Stark Industries Building" standing in the center of New York. That towering building was so dazzling in his eyes at the moment.

A wave of irritability came to Hammer's mind: "It's not that the party and the country don't work hard, it's that the Rabbit Party has Gundam!"

Damn Tony Stark!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, a rapid knock on the door interrupted his thinking.

Outside the translucent tempered glass, a slim figure with brown hair loomed.

Hammer quickly straightened his collar.

"Come in!" he shouted loudly.

The door of the smart voice-controlled lock opened with a "click!" at his command.

"baby!"

"I'm not off work yet!"

He greeted her with a smile on his face. Like many bosses of large companies, the beautiful secretary in front of him also had a special role as a lover.

But unlike what Hammer had imagined, the beauty in front of him did not throw herself into his arms as usual.

"President, this is the document you submitted to the technical department for verification last week!"

The beautiful woman only gave Hammer a wink, and then said seriously. As the lover of a big shot like Justin Hammer, she is not a simple vase. She understands the importance and knows what Hammer has to say.

The document given to her, which was ordered not to be transmitted over the Internet and could only be delivered manually, was so important.

"oh?"

Hammer was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and took the file and opened it.

This was the sixth day after his failed hearing in the Federal Senate. After the system of his personal computer was invaded by a mysterious person, he left a copy that was said to be able to help him defeat Steel.

Xia's documentation.

Being able to hack into his own personal computer that is equipped with the world's top security software, this mysterious man's ability, not to mention other things, his strength in computer software alone is worthy of his real attention.

At that time, he did not make any public announcements, but decisively handed the documents to the technical department for verification.

Now it's clear that the results are in.

Student Hanmer looked at it quickly, and the expression on his face gradually changed rapidly with the contents of the document, and his pupils under the gold-rimmed glasses revealed an exciting joy.

Soon, he flipped through the entire document.

He turned around excitedly and kissed the woman in front of him passionately and deeply.

"Notify the person in charge of financial personnel and the person in charge of the research department."

Then, Hammer quickly ordered.

"Also, call the security department. I need to go to the slums of New York."

"Go to this place!"

He sketched out the address on the original document left by the mysterious man and handed it to the beauty standing beside him.

"Go and inform immediately!"

"Tell those boys! I hope to see them downstairs in 20 minutes!"

After saying that, he quickly walked into the locker room inside the president's office.

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The Dashatou Slum is a notorious slum in New York. The environment is dirty, filled with drugs and violence, and it is a gathering place for stowaways and homeless people.

It is hard to imagine that the financial center of the world's most powerful country would have such an area comparable to those in chaotic cities in the Middle East.

The garbage scattered everywhere on the street and the homeless people leaning on the street chairs added to the smell of decay in the air.

Several energetic black boys, wearing tattered clothes, were sweating profusely on the corner of the street playing street basketball.

Suddenly, they stopped and looked at a luxury motorcade that appeared in front of them in surprise.

First, a few Chrysler Grand Voyeurs at the front stopped. A row of strong men in black jumped down first and surrounded the dilapidated five-story building at the corner of the street in front of them.

Then, the doors of other vehicles also opened, and men and women who looked like successful people got out one by one.

Finally, the security captain wearing white gloves ran forward and opened the door of the silver luxury Bentley car in the middle.

Hammer walked out of the car wearing a dark gray luxury leather coat and a custom-made handmade wool scarf.

He fanned his nose hard with his hand. The peculiar smell of the slums in the air made him particularly uncomfortable.

He looked disdainfully at the people in the slums who were discussing in the distance.

"Damn black people and paupers!"

There was the unique pride of an Anglo-Saxon white man in his voice.

"Let's go!"

He ordered, and a group of people walked into the dilapidated building.

Outside Room No. 9 on the third floor, Hammer and others stopped.

right here!

Justin Hammer looked at the wooden door in front of him with some excitement.

At the signal from his eyes, a man in black stepped forward quickly.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

The door slowly opened, and the floor of the room was littered with abandoned trash.

An arrogant man with long gray hair, wearing dirty slippers and lying on a worn-out lounge chair, was looking at them calmly.

It was as if they had known that Hammer and the others would come.

He put down the copy of the tabloid in his hand, which was printed with a photo of Tony and Edward sitting side by side during the federal Senate hearing two weeks ago, with the subtitle "Playboy Suspected of Coming Out! Doesn't like red makeup, prefers blue makeup".

"Justin Hammer?"

A rich male voice sounded.

"It's me. I wonder who you are, sir?"

Classmate Hanmer replied affirmatively.

The arrogant man stood up slowly, chewing a toothpick in his mouth. The big Slavic figure made him look down at Hammer.

"My name is Ivan Vanko."

He paused and walked up to classmate Hammer.

"Someone who can help you defeat Iron Man!"