‘Didi!’

The green sign in the master room lit up, and Tony, wearing a white bathrobe, glanced at the computer and said angrily: "Are you back?"

"Sir, is there anything wrong?"

Sneakingly coming out of the cable from Kyle's room, Jarvis said guiltily.

"It's something! A big deal! Where did you go? The automatic lights and showers in the bathroom just now broke down! The hot and cold water mixed with it, pouring all over me!" Tony said, his body twitching uncontrollably, and he lowered his head and sneezed violently.

"Didn't you let me check the questions?" Jarvis answered with confidence.

"So what have you found?" Tony asked, rubbing his nose.

Jarvis spit out a word, "No."

"Have you even found out the identity of the young man upstairs?" Tony frowned and fell into thought. Even Jarvis couldn't find out, that was really strange.

"No, there is no file of his information on the Internet..." Jarvis' voice became weaker. As an artificial intelligence, it felt guilty for the first time.

But who made the person upstairs have higher usage rights than the owner Tony, there is no way!

"Then let it be." Tony sighed, changed into a casual outfit, and said confidently to Jarvis: "Go to the basement."

"Sir, what are you going to make?" Jarvis asked in surprise. The basement of the villa is a parking garage and a private studio.

"Yes, I want to make a very important item!" Tony nodded, put on a thin coat, and walked out the door with great enthusiasm.

While he had to do things for the head of the family Kyle secretly, he also had to assist his owner Tony openly. Jarvis felt helpless about this, so he could only follow the cable first and go to the basement to provide manufacturing assistance.

In the room on the second floor of the villa.

Kyle sat calmly in front of the computer, on the shiny computer screen, and the surveillance displayed was corresponding to the basement of the villa.

From the surveillance video, we can see that there was a circle of white light in Tony's chest inside his top. He was busy back and forth on the workbench, entering some data into a private computer storage, and starting to find tools to make basic mechanical parts.

"Master, why don't you reveal your identity and recognize Mr. Howard's son?" He inserted his hands into the computer host to transmit video data. Weisi raised his mechanical head and asked in confusion.

"If it's normal, I'm too lazy to hide my identity. The main reason is that now is the time for Tony Stark to transform." Kyle shrugged and tapped the screen with his fingers.

On the screen, Tony has turned Jarvis into a three-dimensional projection to display it, and has been constantly modified and improved.

"This is..." Weiss opened his mouth in surprise and blurted out, "Iron Clothes Mode?"

"In the past, Howard often said that I am comparable to gods by the power of mortals."

Kyle stared at the screen and sighed: "Little did he know that his son will be the real one in the future - with the body of a mortal, the heart of steel; with the body of steel, the gods in heaven!"

"In these few days, the Earth will give birth to a superhero who can change the world and the top combat power in the future! How can I interfere with his mood at this time?"

Kyle smiled, with deep meaning in his eyes, and continued, "As a godfather, I have never taught him anything, so I'll help him and let him fully step on the path of Iron Man."

"I understand." Weiss nodded, his mechanical eyes flashed, and he thought, "Then you asked me to cooperate with that first-class artificial intelligence..."

“It’s done in three days.”

Kyle said this, his lips raised and said with a smile: "It's time to let some old friends and family know that I'm back!"

...

At this time, Stark Industrial New Building, the acting chairman's office.

Obadia Stani lies on a soft leather office chair, wearing brand new leather shoes, and puts his feet on the desk, holding his cell phone in his hand, connecting to somewhere far away in the Middle East.

"Have Tony found all the parts of the weapon and equipment he relied on by you alone?" Stani asked in a deep voice.

"It has been found and simply pieced together, it is an outer metal mechanical armor coat!" Rough words came from the other end of the phone.

Stani said urgently: "Dagu, restore the steel armor as soon as possible. I want to see if that thing can be better than missiles. As for the missiles and ammunition produced by Stark Industry, I will continue to sell it to you in a large amount in secret!"

"Okay, the playboy hasn't spoken yet, but you are directly controlling Stark Industry." Dagu laughed.

"Hmph! He only has 5% of the shares, and other shareholders have long disliked him. It's better for him to stay at home like this, and it's impossible for him to completely take charge of Stark Industry." Stani sneered.

Dagu asked in confusion: "Speaking of this, you Stark Industrial's shareholders have only 10% of their shares. I'm very curious, where are the 85% shares?"

"In the hands of a person, but that person hasn't appeared for a long time, and he might die long ago." Stani seemed not daring to call him by his name, but just skipped it lightly, and his old face still couldn't help but feel deeply afraid.

The name of that person is something that many people cannot say silently. It seems that when they say it, the person will appear in front of you inexplicably.

"By the way, for your sake, I can let Tony Stark go for the life. But I want him to die for the young man who saved him!" Dagu said domineeringly on the phone.

Stani asked questioningly: "He lives at Tony's house now. Do you want to send your subordinates to New York?"

"Hehe, of course not. I spent a lot of money to hire a professional."

“Professional?”

"I don't know, in our underground world, there is an organization with deep hiddenness and recognized strength - 'card'."

Dagu took a deep breath and said fearfully and excitedly: "The history of their organization can be traced back to the end of World War II. Every member called the "Katu" is an elite who is almost omnipotent! He undertakes a mercenary business worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If you want to hire that organization to kill a country's politician, you may be able to do it, but the cost will exceed the expensive sky!"

His voice was trembling and he breathed out and said, "As of now, I heard that they have undertaken more than a thousand businesses, with a success rate of 100%.

When Stani took a breath when he heard this, he took a breath. The completion rate was too exaggerated!

"But their organizational rules are very strange. For example, you need to pay the employment fee in advance, and only one card entrant will be sent to perform each task. We must not interfere during the task."

After Dagu finished speaking, he said proudly: "Even if you kill the young man who is an ordinary person, the cost is as high as 100 million US dollars. I am also looking for an opportunity, and it is best to take the opportunity to meet a Kazak."

"Awesome. If there is such an organization, why should we worry about the big thing going forward? If Tony dares to stop me, at worst I can pay for it and ask a clerk to kill him!"

When Stani said this, he immediately coincided with Dagu on the other end of the phone. The two of them laughed strangely through the phone.
Chapter completed!