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With a low growl from Obadiah, several bodyguards clustered around him suddenly sprang into action, brandishing firearms aimed at Tony. The moment he made any move, bullets would fly in an instant.
Without his armor, Iron Man was no superhero.
"Obadiah, I didn't expect you to do this," Tony said, feeling somewhat dejected. The achievements of Stark Industries over the years were inseparable from Obadiah's execution, yet now, just as the company was about to take off, this greatest contributor had turned his gun on him.
Obadiah sneered, "For your father's sake, hand over Fusion Energy. As your uncle, I can ensure you a stable life ahead. You can still be a playboy and enjoy life like before!"
Tony forced a smile. Faced with the glowing muzzle of the gun, he felt surprisingly calm.
At that moment, he had a phrase stuck in his mind that he desperately wanted to express. It was infuriating that the news of Fusion Energy had leaked out, and it was someone trying to kill him who was telling him this. It made him feel utterly frustrated!
At this point, Tony began to understand Nick Fury's feelings!
"But before I deal with you, I need to take care of this little guy first!" Obadiah snorted coldly, his gaze shifting to the boy nearby. It was this kid who had ruined many of his plans.
A silver handgun appeared in his hand, aimed directly at the boy's head.
"Kid, can you tell Uncle where you learned all these things?" Obadiah smiled. If one ignored the weapon in his hand, he seemed somewhat amiable.
Chen Fan frowned. With a gun pointed at his head for the second time, it didn't feel good. Beneath his indifferent gaze, his dark purple eyes flickered slightly.
Tony watched this scene unfold with growing dread; beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. This was his stronghold—various intricate instruments and J.A.R.V.I.S.'s core hardware were all here!
J.A.R.V.I.S., operating within the network, began to experience fear.
"Looks like you're not planning to tell Uncle!" Obadiah sneered. As a weapons dealer, he didn't care much about the lives of innocents, even if it was a ten-year-old child.
The important thing was that this kid was not innocent; he was the culprit who had disrupted Obadiah's entire plan, and he would not let him leave unscathed.
His finger slowly pressed down on the trigger, but just as the gunshot was about to ring out, a delicate white hand suddenly landed on the handgun. In that instant, as the hand gripped the gun, the hard metal twisted and crumpled like clay.
Obadiah's eyes widened in disbelief, the coldness at the corner of his mouth vanished as he stared incredulously at the boy before him.
"You’re a mutant?" Obadiah quickly stepped back a few paces, pushing his bodyguard in front of him. He couldn't believe that someone who could crush a metal handgun like that was an ordinary child. He shouted, "Fire! Shoot at him!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted all around, but under the terrified gazes of everyone present, the bullets that were fired were stopped by a layer of Purple Radiance before they could even reach the boy.
"Ah! It really is becoming less and less human!" Chen Fan sighed. Stepping over the rolling bullets, he walked forward step by step amidst the astonished stares.
His dark purple eyes glimmered with an eerie light, and golden lightning flickered from his delicate hand. At that moment, his youthful figure resembled that of a demon king; with each step he took, the suffocating aura around him grew stronger.
"Mutants cannot interfere in the affairs of ordinary people; this is an agreement signed by Magneto and the Professor with countries around the world!" Obadiah shouted desperately, having nowhere left to retreat. He could only hope that this mutant child would heed his warning and stop.
However, what Obadiah saw was a look of disdain and mockery. The youthful voice rang out calmly.
"I'm not a mutant!" Facing Obadiah and his bodyguard's terrified expressions, Chen Fan replied nonchalantly, "Magneto? The Professor? Even if those two showed up in front of me, they'd have to greet me politely!"
Tony, hiding behind the sofa, twitched his lips slightly. Although those words sounded arrogant, they were indeed true. As one of the strongest humans in the world and an SSS-class esper, Chen Fan had every reason to say so.
Obadiah cowered behind his bodyguard, relying on this meat shield for protection. Hearing such bold words from the boy made him gasp; he could truly feel that suffocating pressure closing in on him.
"Let me go, Tony can give you what I can give you tenfold!" This was Obadiah's last weapon.
"Heh, you can't give me that!" Chen Fan chuckled lightly; it was the technical talent that held true value.
Tony laughed as well. If it weren't for the current atmosphere, he would have asked Obadiah if he could modify the Floating Aircraft Carrier.
At that moment, a crisp metallic sound echoed as something touched the ground, drawing everyone's attention. Following the sound, they saw seven or eight robots gleaming with a metallic sheen marching in unison.
Chen Fan curled his lip; this was probably J.A.R.V.I.S. at work. Watching the swaying mechs, he sighed softly, and the suffocating aura that had enveloped the area dissipated.
Under the influence of Godslayer, Artificial Intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S. was affected far more than an ordinary person. From a certain perspective, J.A.R.V.I.S. could also be considered a god.
—A god of the internet!
It resembled the nature of the counterfeit deities from the Island Nation.
As he watched the robots approach, Obadiah rolled his eyes, wearing an expression of utter defeat. He understood that he had lost his chance to turn things around—wait, no, there was still a chance!
"Obadiah... for the sake of your contributions to the company, I’ll give you one last opportunity: transfer your shares to me and find a place to retire!" Tony stepped forward from the sofa, looking coldly at him.
These words were a direct rebuttal to what had been said to him earlier, and Tony felt a sense of relief in returning them.
"Tony, if you dare to lay a hand on me, you'll never see Pepper again, ha!" Remembering the insurance card he had added as a backup, Obadiah felt immensely grateful for that decision.
"Pepper? Pepper? She's in your hands?" Tony hadn't expected Obadiah to go this far, using Pepper as leverage against him. His face instantly turned sour like chewed wax.
"Hand over your shares in Stark Industries, and then give me the method for producing Fusion Energy! Otherwise!" Obadiah declared fiercely.
"Otherwise, what do you want to do?" Chen Fan said coldly, now feeling impatient.
The dark purple eyes of Chen Fan put a lot of pressure on Obadiah, who swallowed hard, his lips trembling. "Tony, do you want to watch Pepper disappear? If not, hurry up and stop this monster!"
"Sir..." Tony looked helplessly at Chen Fan, meeting those intense eyes. "I can't just stand by and let something happen to Pepper!"
Chen Fan shifted his gaze. "J.A.R.V.I.S.... have you found Pepper?"
"Sir! We have located her, but..." The appearance of J.A.R.V.I.S. made Obadiah's heart sink.
"But what?" Tony asked anxiously.
"Sir, please calm down; otherwise, it will accelerate your blood flow and lead to the heavy metal virus invading your heart!" J.A.R.V.I.S. warned the agitated Tony. After that, a projection appeared, showing the location where Pepper was held.
The image was captured through a corner surveillance camera; it was blurry but clear enough to see the woman tied to a chair—indeed, it was Pepper as a hostage.
"Even if we've found her, what does it matter? If I don't answer the call to confirm my safety in five minutes, hmph!" The fact that they found Pepper's location so quickly surprised Obadiah and left him feeling regretful for not considering Tony's artificial intelligence from the start.
"Tell me the location," Chen Fan said, pulling out his phone—the limited edition crystal phone made for Tony's personal use.
"***District** Street 06... Pepper is in that abandoned warehouse. According to the scan results, there are five people there, all armed!" J.A.R.V.I.S. reported.
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