"I haven't held a press conference in a while. I guess I'll just read from the cue card,"

Tony Stark said with a smile to the audience at the press conference on the first floor of Stark Tower in New York.

The reporters in the audience were all excited to see the 'billionaire' walking onto the stage. The scene was immediately filled with camera flashes and shutter clicks....

The reporters who came knew that they were destined to hear big news today.

Tony Stark picked up a piece of paper, cleared his throat, and began to read the official statement:

"There are rumors that I was involved in the previous incidents on the highway and the rooftop...."

""I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, do you really think we would believe a bodyguard in steel armor who just showed up? Besides, you usually hate having bodyguards."

At this time, a beautiful reporter in the audience obviously couldn't wait for these foreplays, and asked impatiently to Tony Stark's interruption.

"Yes"

Tony replied, smiling at the very familiar looking reporter;

"And for some reason this bodyguard actually possesses Stark Industries' most advanced top-secret weapons..."

The beautiful reporter then continued speaking at a very fast pace;

"I know this is confusing, but questioning the official statement is one thing, and making up stories or suggesting that I am a superhero is another,"

Tony Stark put away the paper in his hand and began to speak seriously to the reporter:

"To be honest, I am not cut out to be a hero. I have many personality flaws and have done many stupid things in public. The fact is.."

"I am Iron Man"

""Wow~" Suddenly, the whole hall began to boil, and people raised their microphones and cameras to record this"big news" moment!

Some were shocked, some screamed excitedly, and more reporters swarmed in with microphones to dig deeper into the story....

After Tony finished speaking, he just looked at everyone in silence....

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At this time, in a dilapidated apartment in Moscow, an old man with a gloomy look on his face was lying on his bed, watching a press conference on TV.

"Ivan...Ivan.. Come here..."The old man called out with difficulty, accompanied by bursts of coughing.

At this time, a middle-aged man with unshaven beard and fierce appearance came over hurriedly. Ivan gently patted the old man's chest to help him breathe, and helped him take the medicine.

"This should have been yours...."The old man said tiredly;

"No, don't listen to what others say...."Ivan comforted the old man in front of him with tears in his eyes

"sorry...I can only give you my knowledge.."

The old man spoke intermittently in the midst of coughing, until the coughing gradually subsided and the old man slowly closed his eyes....

Ivan could no longer hold back the tears as he watched his only relative pass away. The only sound in the silent room was the sound of painful sobs....Ivan turned around and looked at Tony Stark on TV. The seeds of hatred in his heart had already begun to sprout and grow....

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At this time, two cars were performing a"speed racing chase drama" on a road 30 kilometers away from a small town called New Bern in North Carolina, and the protagonists of this drama were all 15-6 years old teenagers. The one in front was a Ferrari F355, with classic flip-up headlights, a 3.5-liter V8 engine, and a super horsepower of up to 380P. It was driven by a white teenager with a solemn expression.

In addition to its powerful performance, the appearance of this generation of Ferrari is also very avant-garde.

It is absolutely handsome and cool when driving on the street.

With the high rate of passers-by turning their heads, you are the most handsome guy on the street.

With the Ferrari LOGO, it is definitely the best choice for the rich second generation to show off and pick up girls.

The one chasing behind was a Nissan Silvia.

In this era, Nissan Silvia was very famous in the drifting world.

With a front-engine rear-wheel drive and a lightweight body of only 1200kg, it can easily drift.

And the price is very cheap, compared with GTR and Toyota Supra. Nissan Silvia should be the real cheap sports car for the common people.

The driver of Nissan Silvia is a 16-year-old teenager with an oriental face. The boy's three-dimensional facial features are as handsome as a knife, with black straight hair, slanted sword-like eyebrows, and a pair of blood-red eyes with three magatamas staring closely at the front.

""Hmph, Philip Lee, huh? You dare to race with me in a broken car? You're going to lose today!"

Li Xin heard the mocking voice of Arthur, the driver of the car in front, in his earphones, but his face remained calm. Philip Lee is Li Xin's name in this world.

Li Xin's face was normal, his eyes were fixed on the front, his mind was always highly concentrated, keenly looking for the best route to overtake, and his right foot kept making heel-toe throttle movements to keep the engine at high speed.

Even on suburban roads, there will still be"third-party" vehicles on the road, and any unexpected scene may happen. At this time, the most tested thing is the driver's route selection and predictive ability.

It is precisely because the road conditions are not simple, and Li Xin can brake at the latest point and turn at every bend in a way that seems very thrilling to outsiders, that he was not completely shaken off by the high-powered Ferrari F355 in front.

""Boom~Boom" The roar of the engine continued. There was a C-shaped curve ahead.

Li Xin did not drift, but cut the curve at the best angle and did a small drift, passing the curve at more than 100km/h, shortening the distance between him and the Ferrari again.

"Damn, this kid is like this again, he's faster than me on every curve."

Arthur looked at the Nissan Silvia approaching again in the rearview mirror, and he no longer felt as relaxed as when he just started.

Now he's already halfway through the journey, and there will be more curves in the later sections. Arthur also knew that Li Xin's chance to overtake him would be in the next few turns. And he absolutely could not give Li Xin another chance.

After just 200 meters, there was a"right-angle bend" of nearly 90 degrees in front. This kind of bend is impossible to pass by just turning the steering wheel hard.

The Ferrari in front had already started to cut the steering wheel on the straight line before entering the turn, and then maintained the throttle force, using the inertia of the vehicle to drift into the turn. After entering the center of the bend, it immediately corrected the steering wheel in the opposite direction to keep the front of the car in the direction of the exit from the turn, and then stepped on the accelerator to let the vehicle go straight out of the turn.

"Straight-Drift, huh~"

Arthur took a deep breath. This kind of drift is only an entry-level drifting action for professional drivers, because it only needs to control the speed and throttle, and does not require handbrakes and gears.

But for Arthur, who is only 16 years old, to be able to do it in actual combat is still a great achievement.

However, his smile soon froze on his face. He saw that the Nissan Silvia was turning at a very fast speed and the distance between it and his Ferrari was rapidly shortened. The two cars were almost only one car body away!

Arthur knew that before entering the corner, the Nissan Silvia was at least 10 meters away from him. After a 90-degree turn, it was directly shortened to less than 5 meters. At this time, Arthur couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Because this shows that the Nissan Silvia's cornering is faster than his, and the drift route is more accurate!

Arthur's family is rich, and there is plenty of money. Since he was a child, his family would support whatever he wanted and liked.

Even if he wanted to be a racing driver, his family would send him to the best racing club in Europe to study without hesitation.

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