Justin Hammer leaned back on his luxurious leather sofa, holding a glass of champagne. He gently swirled the glass, letting the golden liquid ripple elegantly against the crystal walls. He took a small sip and closed his eyes, as if savoring the richness of the top-grade champagne, but the slight twist of his mouth betrayed his mood. He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze shooting out like sharp knives at the security Captain standing before him.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings! You can't even handle a lunatic in weird clothes?!" Hammer slammed the champagne glass heavily onto the glass coffee table. The liquid in the glass shook violently, almost overflowing. "I don't want to hear any excuses, I only want results! How did you manage to let him slip through your hands, and even run off to Monaco to cause trouble for Tony Stark?!"
The security Captain was drenched in sweat, standing there at a loss, his voice panicked: "Mr. Hammer, we tried our best, but... he, he was indeed too difficult to deal with... and, you know, his Armor—"
"Armor?! Are you talking about a pair of broken whips?" Hammer interrupted him, his face livid, glaring fiercely at the security Captain. "I hired a whole bunch of you! Can't you even handle a lunatic holding electric whips? Seriously, has your brain been fried too?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Hammer!" The security Captain apologized repeatedly, his voice filled with obvious fear and panic. "We will do everything we can to catch him back... We've already sent more men... And... he might still be in Monaco, we'll act immediately..."
Hearing this, Hammer was so angry he almost smashed the champagne glass, but in the end, he took a hard gulp, as if trying to quell his rage. He took a deep breath, his expression still unable to hide his fury: "I don't care how you do it, in short, I want him back in my hands. No 'if', no 'but', understand?" He leaned closer to the security Captain and said coldly, his eyes full of oppression, "I've mobilized resources through some special connections. As long as you bring him back, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly."
The security Captain nodded frantically, the cold sweat on his forehead becoming more obvious: "Yes, Mr., we will definitely bring him back!"
Hammer stepped back a few steps, leaning back on the sofa, his face slightly relaxed, but a sinister light flickered in his eyes. He picked up the champagne glass again, took a small sip, as if soothing his angry emotions. His thoughts began to drift to the distant future, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
"Ivan Vanko... Although this lunatic causes trouble, as long as he's in my hands, he'll be my secret weapon. A powerful weapon engineer, and that crude but effective Armor design..." He muttered to himself, his eyes growing deeper, "Plus the financial and technical resources of my Hammer Industries... an Iron Armor force definitely won't be worse than Stark's!"
A glint of ambition flashed in Hammer's eyes. He slightly raised the champagne glass in his hand, as if toasting his future: "By then, Tony Stark, you arrogant bastard, just prepare to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole World. All your glory will be taken by me. By that time—"
He paused, a cruel smile playing on the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with fantasies and ambitions for the future. "You will be stepped under my feet, and Dominic—" His eyes became even colder, and he continued in a low voice, "That lawless fellow, I'll show him what true power is. No one can stop the pace of Justin Hammer. I will stand at the pinnacle of power, rule this industry, and make everyone look up to me."
He suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter echoing in the spacious office, filled with a frantic excitement and unrealistic confidence. Hammer raised the champagne glass again, as if clinking glasses with his ambition: "To the coming victory, and... the glorious era of Justin Hammer!"
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., the lights were bright, and the air was filled with a serious and tense atmosphere. Nick Fury sat in his office, looking down at a document. Just then, his desk phone rang. He picked it up casually, and the screen displayed a familiar name - Natasha Romanoff.
"Director," Natasha's steady voice came from the other end of the line, "I have some progress here. Regarding the security work at Stark Tower, I've completely infiltrated it. I'm currently Tony Stark's personal secretary. At this stage, I haven't found any outsiders trying to infiltrate and seize the Iron Armor technology, but Stark's party... is still going on wildly."
Nick frowned slightly, his eyes still fixed on the document, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "So, Tony and the others were harassed by the electric whip maniac in Monaco, and their only reaction after returning is—to continue partying? That's truly reassuring." He shook his head, his expression still devoid of emotion. "It sounds like this guy's coping mechanism is a bit different from others. I thought this time would teach him a lesson."
Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of noise in the background of the call, mixed with cheers and the rhythm of music, and faintly, someone could be heard shouting loudly: "Cheers—!" The scene seemed unusually lively. Natasha was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, clearly also somewhat helpless, and sighed softly.
Nick raised his eyebrows, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "My god, that sound makes me wonder if I dialed the wrong number. Are you sure you're in Stark Tower, and not in a VIP box at some music festival?" He continued in a sharp yet calm tone, "Of course, perhaps I shouldn't complain, after all, Tony's work efficiency seems... as enthusiastic as his parties."
Natasha heard the teasing and sarcasm in Nick's tone and immediately perked up, trying to steer the conversation back on track: "Director, please rest assured, I will continue to remain vigilant. I'm already vetting the people around Tony. As soon as I find any suspicious Agents or spies approaching, I will deal with them immediately." She paused slightly, seemingly hesitant to bring up the next topic, "Actually, I think his party is also a kind of... cover? Uh, he might be trying to use this method to downplay the negative image he left at the congressional hearing."
Nick's mouth curved slightly on the other end of the phone, revealing a faint cold smile: "Hearing? Are you talking about that 'Senate Armed Services Committee hearing' where he talked nonsense the whole time, and finally ended up with an 'invincible cool' appearance? My god, it's a pity Stark doesn't do stand-up comedy. To be able to anger the old guys in the Senate like that, he's got a knack for it." His tone was mixed with undisguised mockery. "However, don't forget, anyone can be blinded by a cover. Don't let those colorful cocktails and debauchery cloud your judgment."
Upon hearing this, Natasha's heart tightened slightly. She knew that the Director's words were a reminder to her. She immediately adjusted her attitude and responded seriously: "Understood, Director. I will continue to monitor the situation at Stark Tower, and will not miss any clues."
Nick nodded. Although the other party couldn't see it, he knew Natasha could feel his affirmation. His tone relaxed slightly: "Don't let me get that background noise again, it will make me think you've integrated into Tony's 'party culture'." His tone carried obvious teasing. "Of course, if you really do... I won't pay for your dance floor bill."
Natasha smiled slightly and quickly went along with Nick's joke: "Don't worry, Director, I'm not someone who can be easily captured by champagne and the dance floor." She then quickly adjusted her tone, bringing the conversation back to the main point. "Then I won't bother you further. I will continue to monitor and report at any time."
Nick nodded, and then the 'beep' sound of the call ending came from the phone. He put down the phone, his eyes still calm and thoughtful. Tony Stark was a variable, and his uninhibitedness and arrogance could sometimes be a hidden danger. But with Natasha there, at least he could ensure that those who coveted the Iron Armor wouldn't easily succeed. And Tony's crazy party, snort, I'll tell you about the energy thing later.
Now? Tony Stark's temperament still needs to be tempered.
Meanwhile, after hanging up the phone, Natasha also fell into a moment of thought. The congressional hearing not long ago flashed in her mind; Tony's appearance of spouting nonsense in front of a group of senators was still vivid. She gently shook her head, and with a complex emotion, she whispered, "It seems my mission isn't over yet... and this guy, Tony Stark, is really a difficult 'big kid'."
She took a deep breath, cast aside those messy thoughts, and continued to adjust her mindset, ready to once again delve into that World of debauchery, to secretly protect Tony, and to screen for spies and Agents lurking in every corner.
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