Uncle Stane

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If Tony remembered correctly, Stane had video-called him just before the attack occurred. It was too much of a coincidence. Coincidences were seamless, and if it weren't for Zane's previous warning, Tony would have dismissed it as mere chance.

And the biggest beneficiary after his death would also be him. Tony couldn't help but suspect him.

Stane's face turned pale under Tony's complicated gaze. He asked in confusion, "Tony, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's good to see you again, Uncle Stane. Have I ever called you uncle before?"

Without waiting for Stan's answer, Tony continued to mutter to himself, "Uncle Stane, do you believe that people can one day become unrecognizable to themselves?"

"I once read a passage: Those with too much ambition will one day become monsters. They trample the earth with money and obscure the sky with power, like monsters."

"Sound familiar, Uncle Stane? Just like you now!"

The insincere smile on Stane's face disappeared in an instant. He stood up coldly and looked deeply at Tony, then, disregarding that they were still at a press conference, he directly pushed the door to leave.

Seeing Stane's reaction, Tony smiled bitterly, let go of the last trace of hope in his heart, and casually took out his phone.

"Take action."

The next moment, before Stane could push open the door, he was violently pinned to the ground by a dozen special police officers wearing bomb suits who barged in. Despite his panic, he still remained rational, having spent years navigating the political landscape.

"Tony, why?" Stane asked.

Tony Stark propped himself up with one hand, walked to Stane's side, squatted down, and looked at his face, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, with conflicting emotions. Suddenly, he laughed bitterly.

"Why? Aren't you clear on that, Stane?"

Stane's eyes flickered. Even if Tony had discovered the truth, he wouldn't give up on himself.

"Tony, this is America, a country that upholds the law. You can't arrest me without any evidence."

Seeing Stane's stubborn attitude, Tony finally let go of his inner conflict and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He had thought of this man as his elder, even entrusted him with all the big and small affairs of Stark Industries, but now it seemed that the beast of power was something he had fed himself.

"I remember the terrorists filmed a video when they kidnapped me, right?"

"When I came back, I checked and found that this video wasn't sent to Stark Industries for blackmail. Where could it be?"

"It couldn't be on your computer, Uncle Stane!"

Stane's pupils suddenly contracted. Knowing that everything was completely exposed, he didn't plead for mercy; he just lowered his head and avoided Tony's gaze.

"Why? Wasn't what I gave you enough?" Tony asked in confusion.

Stane, knowing that he had completely failed, no longer suppressed his emotions, glaring at Tony fiercely.

"Thirty years! I've served your Stark family for thirty years! This company was built by me from scratch. Why should I always be subordinate to you and Howard, always wiping your asses? Just because of your clever little brains?" Stan's neck veins bulged as he spoke passionately.

Tony didn't respond to Stan's words because it was a topic that could never be resolved. He let the special police handcuff him, take him away in a car, and he would naturally face the consequences. He would spend the rest of his life in prison.

The internal turmoil of Stark Industries excited the reporters at the press conference. Their cameras never stopped clicking, capturing every detail of the drama.

Some sensational headlines were already planned for tomorrow's newspapers: 

"Shocking! Nearly 50-year-old Obadiah Stane implicated in wrongdoing against Tony Stark..."

"The indescribable relationship between Tony Stark, Obadiah Stane, and Howard Stark..."

And more.

But before the restless journalists could calm down, Tony Stark stepped onto the platform and announced even more explosive news:

"When my father died, I didn't get to see him for the last time."

"I want to ask him, what did he really think about manufacturing weapons?"

"I want to ask him, did he ever feel conflicted or doubt himself when he saw the weapons he produced killing innocent people?"

"I witnessed it with my own eyes in Afghanistan. One moment, a young soldier was posing for a photo with me, and the next moment, he was engulfed by artillery fire. And the enemy was using the weapons produced by me, weapons intended to protect everyone."

"I used to believe that I was protecting this world, but now I realize that I'm making it more chaotic."

"So, I solemnly announce here that I will shut down the weapons division of Stark Industries, effective immediately."

After saying this, Tony disregarded the reporters below, who were already boiling with questions, and directly pulled Pepper, who had a surprised look on her face, away from the press conference.

On the way, Pepper complained to Tony, "Tony, are you always this capricious? You made such a big decision without even telling me beforehand. Stark's stocks will definitely hit the limit down tomorrow."

"You... don't blame me?"

Pepper looked at Tony somewhat nervously, as pale as a sheet.

"How could I dare? I don't want to be unemployed."

Seeing that Pepper really didn't blame him, Tony breathed a sigh of relief. This trip to Afghanistan made him think a lot and made him realize who truly cared about him.

Funny enough, he only thought of three people: Pepper, Happy, and his good buddy, Colonel Rhodes.

So he still cared about Pepper's opinion. In fact, Pepper, who was inherently kind-hearted, was supportive of the decision to close the weapons division.

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