Meiman: I can analyze everything

"Tony!" Pepper walked straight into Tony's lab, her eyes red.

"Your eyes are red, how, are you crying for the missing boss?" Tony raised an eyebrow with a relaxed expression.

"It's tears of joy, I hate looking for a job." Pepper sniffed.

"Okay, then, the holidays are over." Tony stood up.

"Go to the hospital first?"

"No, not to the hospital." Tony's expression was serious, "I have two things I want to do, first, I want a cheeseburger, and second, I want a press conference." "

Don't worry, Pepper, I checked him, nothing wrong." Lin Feng stretched out his hand, tore open the space, took out two cheeseburgers, and threw one of them to Tony, "Now the problem of burgers is solved."

"Then I'll arrange a press conference." Pepper walked out of Tony's lab and picked up her phone.

"Let's take the car this time, and the modification of cognition can't be too outrageous." Lin Feng patted Tony's shoulder, "I'll go over and take a look later."

"Good." Tony nodded, got into his Audi, and left the house.

"Natasha." Lin Feng took out his phone, "Ready to start acquiring Stark Industries' shares."

"Good." Several years of killer experience have made Natasha accustomed to following orders directly, without asking why.

"Look at you, you still love cheeseburgers so much." Obadiah patted Tony's shoulder, "Did you buy it for me?"

"There is only one left, and I would love to eat it." Tony shrugged, opened the cheeseburger package, took a bite, and walked into the press conference.

"Look who's back!" Obadiah shouted to the reporter in the field, his tone full of excitement, while in another corner, Lin Feng used the ability of the night stalker to teleport to the scene.

"Miss Potts?" Coulson walked over to Pepper, "Can I have a word with you?"

"I don't participate in the questioning, the press conference will start immediately." Pepper pointed to the stage.

"I'm not a journalist, I'm Phil. Agent Coulson. Coulson pulled out his papers, "It's part of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau."

"That's too long a name, too." Pepper took the business card.

"We're improving." Coulson shrugged.

"The Department of Defense, the FBI, and the CIA have all approached us." Pepper frowned.

"We are an independent department with a clearer and more focused purpose." Coulson explained, "We wanted to ask Mr. Stark about the specifics of his escape.

"I'll add it to the schedule, okay?" Pepper smiled professionally.

"Thank you." Coulson nodded and left the scene.

"Phil." Lin Feng raised his hand.

"Mr. Lin." Coulson trotted over.

"No need to ask, you'll find out soon." Lin Feng patted Coulson's shoulder, "Let's take a look at the press conference, there will be big news today."

"Can everyone sit down?" Tony sat down directly on the floor, leaned against the microphone platform, and then pulled a cheeseburger out of his pocket, "Sit down, I can see you and you can see me, it won't be so formal."

As soon as Tony spoke, all the reporters crouched down, and Tony took a bite of the cheeseburger, and then slowly spoke.

"It's good to see you." Lin Feng glanced at Obadiah who was sitting next to him.

"There's no denying that my father was a great man." Tony put the cheeseburger aside, "But I've always had some questions for him."

"I want to ask him what he thinks of the company's actions, whether he's ever struggled, had doubts." Tony wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "Maybe he's exactly the guy in the newsreel."

"I've seen young people in America being killed, and the weapons I've built to protect them are killing them, and I've seen that I've become part of a system that doesn't want to take responsibility." Tony's eyes grew more serious.

"Mr. Stark." A reporter holds up a pen in his hand.

"Ben?"

"What did you experience there?" The reporter asked.

"I opened my eyes and I realized I could do more for the world than just create explosions." Tony stood up and walked over to the microphone, "So, with immediate effect, I'm going to close Stark International's weapons production department, knowing that I have decided the future of the company."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, the reporters stood up one after another, and Obadiah quickly pushed Tony out.

"Gee, the needle doesn't poke." Lin Feng pouted, turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and returned to his home.

"Lin, the steel armor project, I have a lot of new ideas, can you come and take a look?" Tony, who returned home, called Lin Feng.

"You see, this is my original design, using a large number of high-energy battery packs to power the steel warframe." Tony pulled over the drawings, "But this design has a very poor range of life, full power flight may only take a few minutes to re-power, and the weight of the battery pack is too large, but now it is different."

"Inside that cave, I didn't have enough materials to make high-energy battery packs, so I thought of a risky approach." Tony pulled over another drawing, "I tried to shrink the Ark reactor as a source of energy for the Steel Warframe, which is much better than batteries."

"So, your design is complete, why are you looking for me?" Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Your ability is very special, and I hope you can find out what is lacking in this." Tony looked at Lin Feng.

"Add an isolation layer." Lin Feng pointed to the chest position of the battle armor, "The palladium element reaction will produce toxins, and you will finish playing directly when the time comes."

"Yes, I knew you could make a constructive suggestion." Tony slapped his thigh, "Jarvis, improve the drawings and start manufacturing."

"Yes, sir, the rendering is complete." Jarvis projects a golden 3D model of the Warframe onto the screen.

"A little swaggering, huh?" Looking at the golden collective, Tony pouted, "What do you think, Jarvis?

"What shall I say, sir, that you are generally very low-key."

"So be it, add a little fire red." Tony glanced at the antique car next to him.

"Well, it's much more low-key." Jarvis's voice rang out.

"That's right, it's really low-key." Lin Feng put his hand on the back of Tony's chair, "Jarvis, your taunting ability is really getting stronger and stronger."

"I like it, make it colored." Looking at the rendered model, Tony nodded in satisfaction and turned to Lin Feng again, "How is Ethan?"

"He's fine, but he's a little frightened, and he's going back to do something for his hometown."

"Where's his home?"

"A town called Comilla."