"Let show you the true power," Obadiah said.
Obadiah pressed a button, instantly activating all the laboratory's lighting fixtures. The intense brightness flooded the area, creating a daylight-like environnt.
The blinding light didn't hinder Stark from noticing the towering silver monstrosity at the center of the laboratory. It was a gigantic suit of armor, even larger than the Hulk, adorned with nurous iron chains and cables that interconnected throughout its body. The suit emitted an overwhelming sense of power.
The mont Stark laid eyes on the armor, everything beca clear to him.
It was evident that Obadiah had created this armor by secretly copying Stark's blueprints. After all, the prototype armor he designed bore a striking resemblance to it.
If Obadiah could clandestinely construct such armor, it was highly likely that he was involved in other nefarious activities, such as selling Stark Industries' weapons to terrorists. Pepper's suspicions seed to be justified, and it was possible that Obadiah was behind the terrorist attack on Stark. This man wanted to eliminate him.
"Why?" Stark asked.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Stark's emotions beca mixed. "I always treated you like family..."
"Family? Ha... Stop dreaming," Obadiah scoffed.
Obadiah's mocking laugh followed. "Stark Industries was created by Howard and . I have diligently managed everything here, pouring my heart and soul into it. I am the true hero of this company!"
"What about you, Stark?"
"You rely rely on the gadgets and inventions I created. Everyone worships you, Tony Stark, like a god. And now, you've announced the closure of Stark Industries' weapons division, destroying all my hard work! Has anyone ever recognized my efforts? You and your father took away all the credit and glory simply because you bear the na Stark. Well, now it's ti for to reclaim what is rightfully mine!"
As Obadiah spoke, his face trembled with excitent, and even his excess flesh shook.
"You..."
Stark looked at Obadiah, whose expression had turned manic, and a profound sense of sadness overwheld him. "Obadiah, there's still ti to turn back."
"Turn back? I'm about to have it all. I'll beco the richest person in the world!" Obadiah sneered. "Why would I turn back now? Do you think everything can go back to how it was? Wake up, Tony!"
"..."
Witnessing Obadiah's madness, Stark understood that his mind was set. re verbal persuasion would be futile. So he spoke directly, "Regardless, release Pepper first. She's innocent."
"Don't you understand your uncle's words?" Obadiah laughed. "You need to give the reactor first. Didn't I already tell you about it?"
"Do you think I'm that foolish?" Stark couldn't help but retort. "If I hand over the reactor now, both Pepper and Ithe only two who know the secretwill die. So you must release her first. I will give you the reactor when the ti cos. Otherwise, forget about getting it."
"Hmph, making demands when you're at death's door."
Obadiah's eyes darted around. "If you want to see her one last ti, you have to remove the armor."
The aning behind his words was clear: Stark had to disarm himself first. Otherwise, if he were to make a sudden move, Obadiah wouldn't be able to handle his armored suit. Besides, Obadiah's own suit lacked a power source.
"Good."
Stark, driven by his eagerness to save lives, agreed imdiately.
However, the current version of the Iron Man armor was still in its early stages. It was extrely difficult to remove the armor without the assistance of chanical arms. Stark activated the ergency escape system, causing the entire armor to suddenly scatter into pieces. It was clear that it couldn't be reassembled in a short period of ti.
Witnessing this scene, Obadiah laughed triumphantly. It beca evident that Pepper Potts ant a lot to him if he was willing to remove the armor.
With this in mind, he waved his hand, and soon a few people escorted Pepper Potts out.
"Tony!"
Pepper Potts realized her mistake. If she hadn't been captured, Stark wouldn't have been pushed to this extent by the other party. Her face was filled with apologies.
"Pepper, don't worry."
Seeing Pepper Potts, Stark couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Everything will be fine soon, trust ..."
However, just as Stark was letting his guard down, Obadiah secretly placed sothing strange on his ear and put his other hand in his pocket.
The next mont, before Stark could react, a buzzing sound filled the air, and everyone except Obadiah collapsed to the ground.
"Do you rember this, Tony?"
Observing the fallen figures, Obadiah felt confident. He smiled and approached Stark, slowly retrieving a small and delicate chanical device from his pocket. "A subsonic emitter. It's a pity that the military didn't approve mass production of this device. It's so useful, don't you think?"
"..."
Stark was now completely paralyzed. The subsonic waves disrupted his body's balance function, rendering him essentially immobile. He could only helplessly watch the situation unfold before him.
"You are a chicken that lays golden eggs, Tony."
Obadiah casually stood up, walked to a nearby workbench, picked up a disassembly tool, and approached Stark. He aid the tool at the reactor in Stark's chest. "You should know, Tony, a hen cannot enjoy its own eggs."
"Thank you for providing with the best egg in the end."
Obadiah smiled and pressed the trigger. There was a click, and the reactor detached directly from Stark's chest. Instantly, Stark's face turned pale.
Without the magnetic adhesion, the shrapnel inside him began to move toward his heart valve.
Witnessing this scene, Pepper Potts, lying nearby, felt anxious. However, the subsonic waves affected her as well, leaving her unable to move. She could only watch as Stark slowly succumbed to his fate, filled with despair and helplessness.
"Oh, behold this groundbreaking masterpiece."
In stark contrast to Stark and Potts, Obadiah's mood was truly ecstatic. He approached his Iron Man armor, his eyes filled with admiration.
Soon, he inserted a small reactor into the chest of the Iron Man armor.
With a hum, the machine activated, and the eyes of the Iron Man armor illuminated with two blue lights. Obadiah could no longer contain his excitent. He opened the cockpit and climbed directly into the driver's seat. The next mont, the Iron Monger armor, towering like a small mountain, slowly stood up. The cables and iron chains behind it were violently torn apart.
"This power, unbelievably magnificent."
Obadiah was extrely satisfied. He maneuvered the Iron Monger armor for a mont, and soon the cockpit closed. Then, Obadiah controlled the Iron Monger as he approached the fallen Stark on the ground.
Regarding Stark's situation, he has partially recovered at this point. The effects of the subsonic generator only last for about fifteen minutes, and now their impact has significantly weakened. He can now make so effort to move his limbs.
However, the problem lies in the fact that he no longer has the reactor, and the shrapnel in his blood vessels is about to pierce his heart. The excruciating pain has left his mind blank. Faced with the towering presence of Iron Monger, he can only crawl backward, but each movent requires a long pause, which doesn't provide a solution.
Now he is starting to regret his reliance on the wizardry. It has proven to be quite unreliable.
He has clearly been deceived by Fang Mo. The other party hasn't offered any help at all. If given another chance, Stark would trust science.
Just as Stark managed to crawl a few ters, Obadiah also closed in. With each step, the imnse weight of Iron Monger produced thunderous noises. Obadiah directly blocked Stark's path and uttered, "Tony, you are useless now."
Upon hearing these words, Iron Monger slowly raised his arm, and a Gatling gun extended from it, taking aim at Stark on the ground.
"..."
Stark felt genuine panic in that mont. The dark barrel was directed at him, and the threat of death engulfed him instantly. Obadiah would undoubtedly spare him no rcy. This ti, he was likely to et his end.
However, at this critical mont, a purple light suddenly flickered, accompanied by a voice.
"Tony, what's wrong with you? Hurry and crawl!"
"Hey..."
Upon hearing this voice, Stark beca imdiately excited and wanted to shout sothing. However, the subsonic interference on his nerves hadn't completely subsided, so all that escaped his mouth were incoherent sounds.
"No, why did you have a stroke and beco paralyzed?"
Witnessing the situation, Fang Mo couldn't resist making a sarcastic comnt. "I already warned you not to touch palladium, but you didn't listen. Now you're done for. In just a few minutes, you've been exposed to radiation and mutated. You can't even speak like a human anymore, just crawling on the ground like a turtle."
(TL: Do you find this type of writing unpleasant to read? Please inform , and I will eliminate such "playful" comnts by Fang Mo in future chapters.)
"Who are you?!"
Finally snapping out of his shock, Obadiah had gathered information about Fang Mo and knew that the latter might possess so kind of witchcraft. He was sowhat on guard. However, based on the gathered information, the magic mastered by the wizard should be similar to curses and witchcraft. Nevertheless, this sudden teleportation caught Obadiah off guard, leaving him nervous. What was this guy all about?
With these thoughts in mind, Obadiah swiftly took control of Iron Monger, and the Gatling gun shifted its aim from Stark to Fang Mo.
Before Fang Mo could say anything else, sensing the threat, Obadiah imdiately pulled the trigger.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!!!"
Tongues of fire spewed out as nurous bullets rained towards Fang Mo.
However, in the next second, these bullets seed to be obstructed by an unseen force, suspending densely in mid-air, leaving Obadiah completely stunned.
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