Stark is now not in the company, but he is still nominally the president of the company, this kind of red fruit slap him in the face, completely discrediting his credibility.

Stark was furious, very angry!

Walking out of the party hall, Stark saw at a glance that Obadi was talking and laughing with many bigwigs in various industries.

"Won't you explain it to me?" Stark didn't give face at all, walked over with a black face, and unfolded the picture in front of Obadadi's eyes.

"This is ......" Seeing this scene, the expressions of the industry bigwigs suddenly became strange.

The first and second leaders of Stark Industries have a very good relationship with each other, like father and son.

It's a well-known thing!

But now Stark's posture is obviously very unhappy, and something big must have happened in this.

"I'm sorry, Tony's body hasn't recovered yet, and he's in a bad mood, I'm going to chat with him now, and I'll see you again when I'm free."

Obadi fooled everyone with an excuse, and pulled Stark to the side with a smile on his face.

"Have you seen these pictures? What's going on with Gemila? Even if I'm not the president now, I'm still the largest shareholder of the company, don't you need my consent? Stark questioned repeatedly, and the feelings of more than 20 years in his heart were rapidly dissolving.

"Tony, Tony, calm down, don't make any more scandals for the company, okay, you listen to me now."

Obadi interrupted Stark's next question, and said comfortingly: "It's not okay to be so naïve in business, it's taboo to make money if you don't make it." ”

"Huh!" Stark sneered with a sneer, "I must have been too naïve before, you always said that you must stick to principles in doing business, but the funny thing is that I really believe it." ”

"I have already announced at a press conference that I will no longer sell any military equipment to Afghanistan, but don't you think it's a shameful act for you to do business on both sides at the same time?"

"Shameful? Are you talking about me? ”

Obadi's smile dissipated, and he no longer deliberately disguised, and said expressionlessly: "Tony, do you know why the board of directors kicked you away?" ”

Stark suddenly felt bad in his heart, and looked at Obadi in even more disbelief.

"Did you think of that?" Obadi smiled, "That's right, it's the order I personally signed, you are just a prodigal son, I am the founder of this company, let you be the president for so many years, this is already my face for your father, if you want to continue to live the rest of your life without worrying about food and clothing, I advise you not to meddle in anything in the company, otherwise it will ......"

Although Obadi was not finished, the meaning of his words was already obvious.

"I hope you know what you have to do, if I were you, I'd stay in that sea view villa honestly, you can do it yourself."

Obadi patted Stark on the shoulder, gave him a cold look, propped up the open collar of his suit, and strode away with his head up.

Stark, who was struck by lightning when he heard the news, didn't say anything, just stared at Obadi in the eyes, and two raging flames began to burn.

This is the wrath of the prodigal son!

……

Two hours later, inside the villa with a sea view!

[This is an area 25 kilometers outside of Gmira, which has now become a purgatory on earth, and suddenly a large number of armed groups have gathered here, forming a new warlord force calling themselves "freedom fighters", who have dispersed all the women, children and children here, captured all the young and middle-aged men, and made this area on which farmers and herders depend for their survival a new bloody colony of militants...... ］

The LCD TV on the wall of the hall is constantly playing Stark's Afghan war news collected from the Internet.

Stark, who was lying on the sofa with a frosty face, had been watching the news for more than half an hour.

Miss Potts, who realized that something big had happened, sat next to her without saying a word, her face full of concern and concern.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The TV screen turned to the live broadcast, and Stark Industries' latest Jericho missile, split into dozens of warheads and rained down on a town.

The smoke of gunfire is everywhere, and half of the town is in ruins.

Due to the time difference, it was already night on the US side, while it was still daytime on the Afghan side, so the whole scene of the missile attack was very clear.

With this clear picture, Stark recognized the place!

The town of Lameqi, a logistical military base in the U.S. Army in Afghanistan, houses more than two companies of the U.S. Army.

The United States, as Stark Industries' largest customer, was attacked by Stark Industries' most sophisticated weapons at this time, which is big or small.

But now that the incident has happened, I am afraid that the subsequent aftershocks will not end so easily.

People with a little bit of common sense of crisis can see the weirdness hidden in it, as if there is a pair of black hands in the dark, laying a shocking situation.

When Stark saw this scene, his eyelids jumped wildly, and he got up and walked directly to the underground garage, and said at the same time: "Miss Potts, you go and inform Xingfeng and Yingsen first, and invite them to the underground garage, I have something to look for them." ”

Stark felt an inexplicable crisis, and under the impetus of this sense of crisis, he had to be fully prepared as soon as possible, and find a way to dispel the uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

And what Stark can rely on now is his biggest secret now-

Mark Suit!

……

Stark Industries headquarters, in the basement below the Ark reactor!

It was already 11 p.m., and if it was the usual time, the building would have been empty, and only the security guards were on duty.

But now it's completely changed!

It was pitch black above the headquarters building, and all the people who worked there had gone home from work, and it was converted into a huge underground space in the 16 production area.

At this time, the lights are bright and the horsepower is at full power.

In this space of more than 10,000 square meters, hundreds of technicians and dozens of researchers, dressed in uniforms, are nervously busy back and forth.

Thousands of workshops with different production equipment are still rumbling.

Through the glass windows of the workshop, you can see hundreds of parts of the Mark 1 suit, which are being produced in a streamlined and rapid manner on fully automated production equipment.

Finally, they converge in the assembly hall for the assembly of components and the installation of the small ark reactor.

In the workshop warehouse at the other end, hundreds of assembled Mark No. 1 suits are neatly arranged on more than a dozen fixed steel frames.

At a glance......

Made of boring silver gold and titanium alloy, generally more than two meters high, equipped with small missile launchers, etc., the Mark 1 suit, which is fully equipped with various combat weapons, is like a steel army about to set off.

Mighty and imposing!

"The progress needs to be accelerated, more manpower and equipment, it must reach the scale of 1,000 in a month, call the person in charge of Gmira and ask them to make things bigger, I will support them with any weapons they need."

Standing on the high platform of the production workshop, Obadi glanced at his soon-to-be-formed steel army, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile wildly.