My name is Anthony Edvard Stark. A tycoon, an inventor, and an amateur part-time hero. Erm … at least I think I'm a hero, although my old butler, Peter Parker, never thought so.
But today, I'm patrolling the city with the Iron Warrior I invented. There are too many sins in this city, in this world! And I have an obligation to eliminate these sins, because of certain things.
The Stark Corporation is a weapons production group. We mainly help the U.S. government produce all kinds of weapons and equipment. My father made countless contributions to the U.S. government. But he was assassinated in the winter of 1955.
I still remember how he was killed. It was a gray and snowy day, the night before Christmas. I was twelve years old, and my parents were going to buy Christmas presents for me.
As usual, my father sat in the car to warm it up and turned on the heater. He asked my mother and me to wait until the car was warm before we went in.
But the car was not hit as usual. Instead, it exploded with a dazzling orange light and a noise that almost broke my eardrums (doctors treated me for half a year before I recovered my hearing).
When I realized that it was a premeditated explosion, my father's body was already gone. My mother protected me, and I did not die on the spot. Although I received six months of treatment, I survived. But my mother also died in the explosion.
But I survived, although I lived like a zombie at the time. Until the arrival of my new butler, Peter Parker. That was the beginning of the story.
… …
In the summer of 1956, at the Stark manor in Los Angeles, Anthony sat by the window and looked quietly at the overgrown courtyard. His mind was somewhere else.
When his parents were still around, the garden in the courtyard was always kept clean, but now everything had changed.
Anthony was a beautiful boy with dark brown hair, matching big brown eyes, and a handsome nose and mouth. Usually, the happy boy would swim in the pool in the courtyard during the summer, but now the pool was covered with moss.
Anthony's father, Howard Stark, had a large company and an inheritance that would tempt any jackal.
The explosion this time made many people feel that it might be an opportunity to annex Howard's inheritance. Especially Howard's partner, Obadiah.
But Howard had left a back-up plan. He had made a will a long time ago. If he died and his son was too young, his estate would be entrusted to his secretaries to manage for a period of time. At the same time, another inheritance would take effect. He had found a suitable client for his son and estate!
Damn it! Obadiah cursed Anthony for not being killed on the spot, which made things a bit tricky for him.
No one had taken care of the Stark Manor for nearly half a year, but Anthony insisted on returning after he was discharged from the hospital.
Obadiah rubbed his face and tried to make his expression look kind. He put on an uncle's smile and walked up to Anthony. "Tony, I think you're more suitable to live with me. I can be your guardian. I've known you for twelve years. I think my villa suits you better. Stark Manor is no longer livable. "
Obadiah was tall and strong, nearly two meters tall, so he had to squat down to talk to Anthony, which made him a little uncomfortable.
Anthony said expressionlessly, "But my father has already chosen a suitable guardian for me."
Obadiah waved his hand. "But it took half a year to find him. Peter Parker? Where did he come from? Have you seen him before? Have I seen him before? I suspect this is a lie made up by your father and the secretaries. They want to swallow your father's inheritance! "
Anthony continued expressionlessly, "Don't you want to?" His cold expression was not like that of a twelve-year-old at all.
Obadiah was stunned. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your uncle!"
Anthony continued, "Did you have someone install a bomb in my father's car?"
Obadiah was very angry. "Howard is my best friend! You're my nephew. How could I do such a thing?! "
Anthony turned his head away from the scenery outside the window. He looked at Obadiah and said, "But that explosion was different. The special orange light, the smokeless explosion, and the high temperature that could completely melt the frame of the car. This was a new explosive developed by the Stark Corporation: Orange Light!"
Anthony was very certain what kind of explosion his father had died in.
The corners of Obadiah's mouth curled up slightly. He didn't believe that a twelve-year-old child could understand the difference between these explosions. Maybe he had seen some documents in Howard's office at random and was able to pin it on him.
Obadiah waved his hand impatiently and said, "Tony! You're only twelve … "
"I developed Orange Light," Anthony said.
Obadiah had wanted to dismiss Anthony casually, but he was shocked by the child's words. "What?"
Anthony continued, "Orange Light was a by-product of high-energy chemistry in the laboratory when I was ten. I hoped that my father would take our family to Europe that summer, so I made it."
Obadiah looked at Anthony in disbelief. "Do you know what you're talking about?"
Anthony didn't answer. He just stared at Obadiah. "So, did you kill my father?"
Obadiah was annoyed by Anthony's stare. He waved his hand impatiently. "What the hell do you want, boy? Don't forget your current situation! I'm your only reliable guardian now. If you want to live your previous life well, you'd better be obedient! "
Obadiah wanted to pull Anthony away. He was just a child, and he was about to lose all his patience. If the other party hadn't been a child, he might have chosen to use force. He wouldn't have tried to use persuasion.
After all, Obadiah and Howard had feelings for each other over the years, and he also had some feelings for Anthony, who he had seen grow up. If Anthony was obedient, Obadiah could make him a rich second generation. But he was determined to take Howard's inheritance!
Obadiah was going to take Anthony away by force and bring him back to his villa. He had plenty of ways to educate a disobedient little thorn. Anthony, on the other hand, seemed to have made up his mind about something.
Just as both of them were about to move, a serious male voice appeared in the room. "I advise you to stop, Mr. Obadiah. Otherwise, I'm not sure if I'll use some violent means to make you stop! "
A 1.7-meter-tall, thin man walked in. He had the same brown-yellow hair and an ordinary appearance. He stood straight and dressed appropriately. Anthony couldn't see what this middle-aged man in his forties had to challenge Obadiah.
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