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Washington.

Two Senate Armed Services Committee hearings were in full swing, one open and one closed.

As Tony Stark, who once again became the darling of the media, participated in an open hearing, while Meng Ao was attending another hearing from the land strategy.

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"...This is your identity card, it's real. I can't get the identity card of the core researcher. The Application Science and Technology Department has always been firmly held by the father and son. Although I am a shareholder, not many people can help you..."

"...But don't worry, someone will give you a reminder. But I must remind you that these identity cards can only bring you in. After entering, you are not absolutely safe. Especially when you are acting, you'd better move faster, and you don't have much time to give you..."

"...We have made great efforts this time, whether we forcefully summon Meng Ao to participate in the hearing or support your stupid actions at any cost..."

"... Before Meng Ao comes back, I hope you will try to withdraw whether you succeed or not! Don't keep your hands off!"

A middle-aged man wearing a top hat and a big belly said to a young man beside him in a Hummer with a huge space.

"Please rest assured that we will succeed. As long as the internal information you provide us is conclusive and credible." Harry Osborne smiled: "As for your and your partners' losses this time, our Osborne Industry will compensate you in the future."

"That's best!" The middle-aged man stared at Harry Osborne, sucking and spitting a cigar. "I don't like Meng'ao, although he is indeed capable. He is more domineering than Mendel. Old Storm did not interfere in managing the company's affairs, but that little guy has now begun to gradually seize our power! That little wolf cub!"

"No matter what, I don't like him or not, but he made me make money! The stocks in my hands appreciated! Although those stocks are not all mine. If it weren't for those people's pressure and promises, I wouldn't have helped you this time."

The middle-aged man spoke a little bit contemptuous and messy, but his words were enough to make Harry Osborne, who was beside him, hear the dissatisfaction.

"No matter what happens, don't get me in trouble." The middle-aged man said at last.

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A remote place in a corner of a house in Storm's business.

"Listen, don't do extra things, and don't go crazy at critical moments! This is not a place we can play at will. I heard from my boss that since a bad theft incident occurred in Storm's company, the security level in the core laboratory has been improved by more than several levels!"

"We only have one chance! Before the other party reacts and discovers us, we must find what we need to find this time and then retreat."

“Time is tight!”

"Rhino, before you act, you must dress up your career. You are a member of the internal logistics room, a department staff member who specializes in providing experimental materials and logistics support for the core laboratory in Storm."

A middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap and Storm's office uniform seriously reminded the people around him one by one.

"I heard that the security personnel of Storm's company were equipped with crop clothes." The man named Rhino, mentioned by the middle-aged man, touched his bare head and re-tightened his hat.

"Don't worry about this. Crop clothes are not invincible." The middle-aged man said: "Don't forget what those people gave us. That thing is good to use as a trump card."

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Senate Armed Services Committee, War Clothes Defense Program Hearing.

The reporters are full of seats.

Rows of generals and councillors with medals were looking at the front desk in their seats.

"Stuck? Stark?" Senator Stern, who presided over this hearing on the stage, looked at Tony Stark, who turned around and talked to the little pepper in the diagonal, shouted with helplessness on his face.

"In!" Tony Stark moved his eyes away from Pepper Potz, turned around, and met Councilman Stern's gaze with a cynical look on his face.

"Listen, please listen!" Councilman Stern put his hands on the stage, squeezed a smile on his face, and asked Tony Stark: "Do you hold a special weapon?"

"No, I don't." Tony simply shook his head.

"No?"

"If a special weapon refers to the 'war suit', it depends on how you define it." Tony put his arm on the table and leaned closer to the microphone. "Iron Man's war suit? That's not appropriate. Although I like this name very much, it will inevitably make people feel that I am stinking and beautiful when I say it. What's more, it doesn't properly agree with my definition of war suit."

"How is the right description?" Councillor Stern, who grabbed Tony's painful foot, leaned forward in the seat, giving people an aggressive feeling, solemnly repeated: "A realistic description!"

"I have the answer," Tony said.

"How to say it?" Councilman Stern pursued him reluctantly.

"High-tech prosthetic." Tony shrugged, and a low laugh came from behind. Councillor Stern on the stage looked extremely dark as if he was punched. "This is the most accurate definition that I, as a producer, can give."

"You are lying to Mr. Stark!" Councillor Stern whispered: "That's a weapon! Everyone knows it!"

"If you insist on thinking so, I can also say that kitchen knives and baseball bats are also weapons! In fact, kitchen knives are used to cut vegetables, while baseballs are used to play basketball. Their purpose is not to cut people and hit people."

Tony said: "The battle suit in your mouth is a high-tech prosthesis in my eyes. Whether you admit it or not, as the maker of it, I think so."

"You are deceiving yourself, Mr. Stark." Stern retorted with his hands on his waist in his seat.

"I don't think there is anything to argue about in this issue. If you really put the interests of the American people first, my first job now..."

"It's just handing over the Iron Man suit to the people." Councillor Stern interrupted Tony and said in an oppressive tone.

"Then you must be dreaming." Tony tensed up his face.

"I don't have a deep study of weapons, but we have weapons experts present," said Stern, sorted out his tie, and pointed out the weapons experts he mentioned to come on the field: "I want to summon Justin Hammer. Our current arms general contractor."

The well-dressed Justin Hammer got up from his seat behind, walked up the aisle to the stage, and sat down on the right side of Tony Stark.

"Please note it down by the clerk. I saw Justin Han silently walking onto the stage. I don't know when a real weapon expert will appear." Tony said sarcastically. Although Hanmer is not as incompetent as he sarcastically, Hanmer Military Industry is also a giant that can compete with Stark Industry in capital, but who cares?

Friends are enemies!

Stark has the skills.

Hammo has a background.

Tony looks down on such backgrounds.
Chapter completed!