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Chapter 81 - Chapter 81

The muscles on Hammer's face twitched violently, and the carefully maintained businessman's fake smile was like a poor-quality plaster mask, cracking inch by inch.

"What did you... say?" His voice was dry, as if squeezed out of the depths of his throat.

The curve of the corners of Paul's mouth remained unchanged, but there was no smile in his clear eyes, only a cold calm. He didn't repeat the sentence, but glanced at Han Mo indifferently with a look at a clown.

This silent contempt is more lethal than any vicious words.

Hammer felt like a fool whose clothes were stripped off and thrown into the spotlight. At this moment, the eyes of the celebrities around him turned into a sharp blade that pierced his self-esteem.

He wanted to attack, but he didn't dare.

The teenager in front of him is the only son of Tony Stark.

"You're fine." Han Mo squeezed out two words from between his teeth, and his eyes were so gloomy that water could drip. "You are as arrogant and arrogant as your father. You will regret it."

Paul shrugged his shoulders, put the empty cup in his hand on the tray of the passing waiter, turned around and left.

The recording has been stored in the encrypted cloud.

This Han Mo is just a jumping beam clown. But a buzzing fly can always indicate that there is a pile of carrion not far away.

He has to find Tony.

However, as soon as he walked out two steps, the screen of the live broadcast suddenly switched on the huge screen in the banquet hall.

Monaco, the racetrack.

The deafening roar of the engine through the stereo instantly ignited the atmosphere of the whole banquet hall.

Then, a familiar figure, wearing a racing suit with the "Stark" logo on it, took off his helmet, and showed a signature coquettish smile to the camera.

"That's right, today's Stark driver is not feeling well. I, Tony Stark, decided to go into battle in person to show these European old money what real speed and passion is!"

The on-site reporter went crazy.

The banquet hall is fried.

Paul's steps stopped abrastly.

His pupils suddenly contracted and he stared at the spirited man on the screen.

Madman! This old man is definitely a crazy man!

"Paul!"

A quick and suppressed voice came from behind.

Pepper stepped on high heels and walked quickly to his side, followed by a serious-faced Natalie.Her chest fluctuated violently, and she was obviously very angry.

"Did you know it long ago?" Pepper lowered his voice, but his beautiful eyes were full of anger. "Why don't you stop him!"

Paul's scalp was numb.

Heaven and earth conscience, if he had known that Tony would play like this, he would have tied people to the basement long ago!

"Sister Pepper, calm down..."

"I'm very calm!" Pepper interrupted him, "He's actually going to drive F1! Is that a toy? He's going to die?!"

"Well, from a technical point of view, I participated in part of the safety structure design of that racing car. Theoretically, even if it crashes into scrap iron, the cockpit can ensure its safety..." Paul tried to explain it with science, but his voice was getting quieter and quieter.

Because he saw that Pepper's face had changed from anger to cold.

It's a complicated emotion mixed with disappointment and worry.

"We have to go!" Pepper made a decisive on the spot, turned around and left.

Paul immediately followed, still defending in a low voice: "I really don't know, I swear...Ouch!"

Pepper stopped aspently, turned around and poked his forehead fiercely with his fingers.

"Shut up! I'll settle the score with you later!"

Paul covered his forehead and cried out aggrievedly, but his heart was cold.

He knew that the inertia of the plot was so strong that it was terrible.

Ivan Vanko.

The man who waved an electric whip and pulled Tony down from the altar.

He is coming.

...

The sun in Monaco was hot as if it was about to melt the track.

The roar of the engine converged into a violent sound wave, hitting the eardrums of every audience.The air is filled with the smell of charred tires and the special aroma of high-standard gasoline, mixed with the sweat and enthusiasm of the crowd.

Tony Stark drove a red and white Stark industrial racing car on the track.

He loves this feeling so much.

Speed, danger, everyone's attention.

Every curve, every transcendence, makes his adrenaline soar. On the big screen, his face was infinitely magnified, and the confidence and recklessness that controlled everything caused the celebrities in the stands to scream.

At this moment, Pepper, Paul and Harper squeezed through the crowded crowd and finally rushed into the VIP box of the Stark team.

"What's the first place he is now?" Pepper asked anxiously.

"Fifth, just surpassed Alonso." Happy stared at the screen, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Paul didn't say anything. His eyes crossed the track, scanning the surrounding crowd and every possible entrance.

Something is wrong.

An inexplicable sense of crisis, like countless small needles, made his skin numb.

"Jarvis," he meditated in his heart, "connect to the field monitoring, all-round scanning, and find abnormal heat sources and high energy consumption responses."

On the watch, a slightly invisible indicator light flashed.

"Sir, there is an abnormal energy fluctuation at the seventh corner of the track." Jarvis's voice sounded calmly in his mind.

Paul's eyes were instantly fixed in that position.

A man in an orange repairman's uniform is walking slowly on the track.

He is tall, with a face full of beards and gloomy eyes. Behind him, several track security personnel tried to stop him, but he easily pushed him away.

The surrounding racing cars made a harsh brake sound and gave way one after another, and the track was in chaos in an instant.

However, the man didn't care at all.

He took off his coat, revealing the strong muscles covered with tattoos on his body, and a simple but flashing blue electric light inlaid on his chest...Reactor!

"My God..." Pepper covered his mouth with panic in his eyes.

Happy's face turned even more pale.

The man slowly released two long whips from his waist. With the brightness of the reactor in his chest, the top of the two whips suddenly burst out with dazzling electric light!

Shila--!

The harsh sound of electric current tore the air.

He swung his whip fiercely, and an electric light shot out like a viper, and hit a car next to him that could not be dodged.

Boom!

The racing car worth tens of millions was cut off in an instant, and the incision was blackened. The metal twisted and melted at high temperature, and then burst into a huge fireball!

The whole audience was dead silent.

The screams, after a pause of zero a second, broke out like a landslide tsunami!

The crowd rushed back like crazy, and panic spread like a plague.

The man in the middle of the track was like a demon in the center of the storm, turning a blind eye to the chaos around him.

From the beginning to the end, there is only one goal.

He turned around, with cold eyes, through the rolling black smoke, and accurately locked the red and white Stark industrial racing car that was driving at high speed.

Paul's heart sank to the bottom.

On the screen, Tony obviously saw the emergency situation ahead. He hit the steering wheel and tried to get around the man.

It's too late.

The man, Ivan Vanko, showed a cruel and serce smile on his face.

He raised the electric whip in his hand high and slashed at the speeding racing car fiercely!

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