Natasha flipped through the documents in her hand, sighing with a tsk-tsk sound.
"Capitalists are truly heartless. They'll do anything for money."
The documents contained information about Obadiah and the crimes provided by Pepper: selling arms to enemy nations and terrorist organizations like the Ten Rings, and harming Howard Stark, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s founders.
These charges were enough for S.H.I.E.L.D. to apprehend him.
"This old man is sick." Ren muttered, looking at the documents.
Damn it! With the stock dividends in his hand, at least tens of billions of U.S. dollars would be credited to his account annually.
Wouldn't it be better to buy a yacht and travel around, with luxury cars and beautiful women, living a carefree, extravagant life? Why the hell did he have to rebel?
"What do you mean?" Natasha asked with interest.
To be honest, apart from the initial few days of slight discomfort, she had now completely adapted to living symbiotically with Ren.
She even wondered if she would feel unaccustomed if Ren stopped living symbiotically with her one day.
"If you can enjoy life, why work? With his shares, he can get at least tens of billions of dollars in dividends every year. Luxury cars, beautiful women, yacht parties—isn't it better to just spend lavishly?" Ren's tone carried a hint of sourness.
If those shares were given to him, he guaranteed he would never touch anything related to the company.
Buy a yacht to travel the world, switch to a different foreign beauty every day, never repeating—that's what life should be!
"Everyone's ambitions are different, I suppose. Some people like power, some people like money." Natasha shrugged.
She also didn't want to live on the edge every day and wanted to enjoy life, but her circumstances didn't allow it!
"However, this iron armor is quite good. Can you transform into something like this?" Natasha asked curiously, looking at the Mark II and the Iron Monger designed by Obadiah.
"I can, but it would just be a shell of iron. Unless you get Tony Stark to give you a suit of armor for me to devour, then I can replicate all the functions of the Iron Man armor." Ren said with a smile.
Natasha's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again. Tony cherished his iron armor like a baby. How could he possibly give it to her?
"By the way, it shouldn't be a problem if we steal one, right?" Natasha stroked her chin and asked.
"I have no objection." Ren naturally wouldn't refuse Natasha's idea to help him.
Traveling from Virginia to New York using S.H.I.E.L.D.'s black-tech aircraft only took a short two hours, and it was just as night was falling.
After getting off the plane, Natasha met Agent Coulson, who had been waiting for a long time.
"What do you need me to do?" Natasha asked.
"Stop him before Obadiah's Iron Monger armor is complete!" Coulson said concisely.
Pepper stood to the side, her pretty face filled with anxiety.
Tony's phone had been unreachable twenty minutes ago, and Pepper couldn't help but worry about what danger Tony might have encountered.
"Okay, where do we go now?" Natasha nodded and asked.
"Obadiah's armory!" Coulson opened the car door.
Natasha got in, and Coulson immediately ran to the driver's seat, flooring the accelerator. They sped towards the address Pepper provided…
At the armory subordinate to Stark Industries, Obadiah had already quietly snuck into the deepest part of the armory.
There lay his most important reliance: the Iron Monger armor he had just manufactured. It was his only hope for a decisive counterattack.
He carefully placed the miniature arc reactor he had obtained from Tony into the core drive of the Iron Monger's chest.
The powerful energy began to provide unlimited power to this giant armor, making it come alive, slowly radiating a strong vitality.
Seeing all this, Obadiah couldn't help but burst into laughter.
It was a very arrogant laugh. At this moment, he seemed to have already seen his future of ruling the world and controlling the direction of all wars.
However, his laughter didn't last too long before an alarm flashed before his eyes.
It was a warning that the research lab door for the Iron Monger had been breached. Obadiah glanced at the surveillance system and discovered the intruders.
Pepper Potts and a group of guys in black suits. Obadiah recognized these guys in black suits.
He knew they came from a highly classified government organization. Their arrival meant only one thing: all his secrets had been exposed.
"I won't let you take everything from me so easily! The future belongs to me!" Obadiah muttered, looking at the screen in the surveillance system.
He climbed into the Iron Monger's cockpit. He would use this most powerful weapon he had invented to crush all those who threatened him.
Pepper was unaware of all this. Under the escort of Natasha, Coulson, and a group of black-suited agents, she slowly made her way into the factory.
The intelligence in her hand showed that Obadiah's biggest secret was hidden in this place. As long as they controlled it, Obadiah would have no chance of turning the tables.
Moreover, if Obadiah was in this place, they could catch him in one fell swoop.
This was Pepper's plan, and it was also Coulson's plan.
Pepper needed Coulson's help to stop Obadiah's scheme, and Coulson needed to gain Tony Stark's favor by helping Pepper.
This was a transaction, a cooperation. Both sides stood to benefit.
Unfortunately, they were a step too late. The empty factory floor was devoid of anything. There was no mech Pepper had seen, nor was there any sign of Obadiah.
Natasha looked at the first-generation iron armor Tony had built from scrap metal, displayed here.
This proved that the information Pepper gave them was correct. Obadiah had been imitating Tony Stark's inventions, and he might have already achieved results.
"We're late." Natasha frowned slightly. It was clear they were indeed late.
"But Tony said that this type of armor can only be powered by a small arc reactor. With the technology of Obadiah's subordinates, they can't possibly create a small arc reactor," Pepper retorted.
"True, they can't make it, but that doesn't mean Tony can't. Can you contact Tony now? If not, then your Tony might have met with foul play," Natasha said calmly, completely different from her usual state.
When executing a mission, an agent needs to remain calm for their mind to operate agilely.
"Everyone, raise your vigilance. Be wary of those dark corners. Increase your guard, and be ready to call for backup at any time!" Natasha finished, then quickly shouted at the group of agents.
But it was too late.
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