...
A week later.
MR. J, the Black male secretary who had been closely monitoring Tony's movements, was utterly speechless.
These past few days.
Except for wearing a suit and looking like a proper gentleman inside Stark Tower, Tony almost immediately had his Iron Man armor welded onto him the moment he left the office.
He even wore it to parties and to the restroom.
It made it impossible for anyone to find an opportunity to strike.
Originally, MR. J had no hope for assassinating Tony Stark, but his boss had become so enraged he’d lost his mind, insisting that MR. J handle the matter.
MR. J could only brace himself and proceed.
He even suspected that if he kept at it, Tony Stark wouldn't be killed, but the assassins he hired would kill him first.
Because those people's principle was to get paid after the mission was completed, but if the mission kept getting stuck and couldn't be completed...
Fortunately.
Effort pays off.
This day.
The opportunity finally arrived.
"Jarvis, have all targets been locked on?"
"Sir, all suspicious personnel have been locked on."
Tony, dressed in casual clothes, wearing a mask and glasses for disguise, was alone at an Oriental Lady Milk Tea shop near Stark Tower, buying milk tea.
Recently, a new 'silk stocking flavored' milk tea had been released, which immediately piqued Tony's interest, as he liked to try new things, and it was also a chance to deal with the people who had been tracking him.
Yes.
In fact, Jarvis had already identified the group of assassins attempting to harm Tony through the surveillance cameras Stark Industries had set up nearby.
It's just that Tony had been busy having fun recently... busy with company matters and too lazy to deal with them.
Now that he was free.
It was a good opportunity to test a certain function of the Mark VI.
Slurp, slurp~
"Hiss—"
"This taste... it really has a sour, funky smell like silk stockings?!"
Tony only took two sips and immediately felt like his skull was going to be blown open by the stench. This taste... was indescribably sour and refreshing.
"Jarvis, did that beautiful lady really not put her silk stockings in to be juiced?"
Tony, while verbally complaining but honestly continuing to slurp the silk stocking flavored milk tea in his hand, subtly glanced at the Asian lady in the milk tea shop who was preparing milk tea for other customers, and quietly asked.
"Sir, after analysis, the main source of that silk stocking foot odor is butyric acid produced when glutinous rice is not fully fermented. In low concentrations, it is harmless to the human body and beneficial for intestinal health."
Jarvis analyzed.
"Alright."
After Tony finished his milk tea, he smacked his lips in reminiscence and suddenly said, "I feel like we could use this to create a perfume for people with special preferences."
"Jarvis, make a note of this for me."
"Sir, it has been put on the project list for You."
"Do You need me to contact Miss Pepper now?"
"No need."
"Why trouble Pepper with such a small matter? I'll handle it personally when I get back."
As a super genius and an excellent businessman, Tony keenly sensed the huge business opportunity hidden within this small cup of milk tea.
It definitely wasn't because he liked it himself!
...
After buying another cup of milk tea and slurping it down, Tony wandered around, turning many corners, and suddenly at one corner, he bumped into a blonde, twin-tailed little girl, about ten years old, as delicate and beautiful as a porcelain doll.
The little girl didn't scream after falling; instead, as soon as she saw Tony, she immediately hugged his leg as if he were her savior.
"Uncle, can You fix cars!"
"My dear, what happened?"
Tony, overflowing with fatherly love, picked up the cute little loli with one hand.
The little loli immediately poured out her request, saying that her still charming mother's car had broken down in the underground parking lot for a long time, couldn't be fixed, and she couldn't find anyone, and she was already crying.
When Tony heard this, he thought, how could this be?
He immediately agreed to go with the little loli to help her mother fix the car.
On a rooftop overlooking Tony following the little loli into the underground parking lot, MR. J put down his binoculars and quickly reminded:
"The target has taken the bait. Get ready."
"BOSS's requirement is to leave no trace."
"Remember."
"Don't give him a chance to call Leon Stark, or we're all done for."
"Don't worry."
"As long as the money is in place, Homelander will be killed for You to see."
Inside the underground parking lot.
A group of Black assassins wearing identical pure black combat uniforms were concealed at various vantage points, using the environment as camouflage. Their leader, after speaking, crushed the communicator in his hand.
Not long after.
Tony was led by the little loli deeper into the underground parking lot.
"My dear, where is your mother?"
Tony put the little loli down. There were no vehicles that looked like they had broken down within his sight.
"Huh?"
"She was clearly just here?"
"Uncle, You wait for me here for a moment, I'm going to find Mommy."
The little girl said crisply, and then, without waiting for Tony to ask anything, her small figure quickly skipped into the darkness, leaving Tony alone in the illuminated area.
Slurp, slurp~
He continued to savor the silk stocking milk tea to himself.
Suddenly.
A gunshot broke the silence.
Immediately after.
The little girl was held by a muscular, fully armed, masked Black man, who emerged from the darkness directly in front of Tony.
"Uncle~"
"I'm sorry~"
"I lied to You~"
"Mommy... boo-hoo-hoo!"
The little girl's eyes were teary, and she was completely sobbing uncontrollably.
"Don't be afraid, Uncle is here, Uncle is Iron Man."
Tony said comfortingly in a dramatic tone, while taking off his mask and calmly smiling at the assassins who kept emerging from the darkness and surrounding him.
"Tony Stark, it's really hard to meet You like this."
The assassin leader holding the little girl said mockingly in a hoarse, unpleasant voice like a crow.
"Well, I'm really sorry about that."
Tony looked around at the assassins surrounding him, not showing the slightest panic.