Chapter 70 : A room temperature IQ

"If it were any smarter, it'd write a book – a book that would make Ulysses look like it was written in crayon."

~ Justin Hammer, Iron Man 2

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After Jarvis finished updating Tony on the situation, Tony felt like he was going crazy—though not because of the 10 billion dollars. Money, while a significant amount, was something he could recover given his intellect and resources. However, the loss of the armor design was a catastrophe. He could envision an evil organization creating numerous armored suits and unleashing havoc on the city, potentially causing unimaginable harm. This thought was unacceptable to him.

In a swift move, Tony pushed open the toilet door and dashed out of the house, leaving Pepper and her relatives bewildered.

"Tony, what's the matter?" Pepper asked, sensing something was wrong.

But Tony couldn't disclose such matters, especially not in front of Potts. He forced a smile, "It's nothing, just a company issue. I'll take care of it soon."

With that, he donned his battle armor, ignited the soles of his feet, and soared away, leaving a crowd of onlookers with wide eyes.

Minutes later, the golden-red steel armor descended from the sky as Tony returned to his House.

"Jarvis, tell me what happened?" Tony demanded.

A blue phantom of Jarvis appeared immediately, "Sir, approximately 33 minutes and 29 seconds ago, someone infiltrated my system."

"The intruder didn't use a direct attack but deceived my firewall, gaining the highest authority, resulting in a delayed warning."

Tony, feeling anxious, urged, "Track the intruder. I want to know who dared to breach Tony Stark's home."

"Approximately 6 minutes and 21 seconds ago, anti-tracking measures were activated. I apologize, but the identity of the intruder couldn't be traced. The final location was pinpointed to Quark Internet Cafe at 361 Rose Street, Manhattan, New York City."

"What Internet cafe? Are you telling me someone successfully infiltrated your system from a run-down Internet cafe?"

"Yes, sir. According to the gateway address I established, the intruder is indeed using a computer in the Internet cafe."

Tony shook his head, finding everything ludicrous. He had imagined the enemy using some highly advanced artificial intelligence, yet here they were, hacking from a dilapidated Internet cafe.

"Wait, maybe I haven't fully woken up from a hangover?" Tony muttered skeptically.

"Sir, you haven't been drinking; you've lost 10 billion dollars and the design of Mark 5's battle armor."

"Fuck!" Tony cursed, slamming a fist on the test bench. By this time, he was sweating because half an hour had passed, and the design drawings of the armor might have already been disseminated.

Even if he located the perpetrator now, retrieving the armor design was almost impossible. However, if he could determine the identity of this person, he could at least follow the trail to uncover the forces behind them. If the blueprints couldn't be reclaimed, Tony Stark wouldn't mind obliterating the entire organization. If they chose to steal his technology, it meant their technology was inferior to his. As long as he could technically suppress them, he was confident in dismantling the organization.

With this thought, Tony managed to calm down a bit, "Jarvis, scan the others in this Internet cafe. I refuse to believe we can't find any leads among them."

Data streams flashed across the blue phantom, projecting more than ten images into the air.

"Needham, 35 years old, Quark Internet cafe staff. Likely to have seen the intruder's face."

"George, 23 years old, vocational student at the State University of New York, studying in the third year. From Tempel, Texas."

"Wang Defa, a 15-year-old vocational student at St. John's Middle School, second year. Native of New York, residing at 123 Chinatown."

Looking at the information on over a dozen people, Tony sent it directly to the phone of his bodyguard, Happy, along with a surveillance video, instructing him to investigate quickly.

Tony was aware that this investigation might not yield results. If the intruder was hiding their face, there was little chance others would have seen them.

Realizing this, Tony continued giving orders, "Jarvis, trace the movement of the 10 billion dollars. No bank would allow an immediate withdrawal of $10 billion without leaving any records."

"If the money isn't withdrawn in cash, there must be one or more accounts receiving it. Regardless of who it is, as long as there's digital circulation, they can't avoid leaving traces. I want them to know who the master of the Internet is!"

Jarvis's blue phantom projected another series of data, displaying the capital flow of 10 billion dollars. However, the data was intricate, and Tony, after a quick glance, felt overwhelmed.

"Jarvis, analyze!"

"Sir, the fund flow involves a total of 100,000 accounts. Firstly, the money was deposited into an account in a Swiss bank. The source of this account is untraceable."

"In a preliminary assessment, the intruder breached the Swiss bank network and created a fictitious account. Upon scanning and tracking, the gateway address of the Swiss bank network was breached, leading to the Greenfield Internet Cafe at 105 Greentree Street, Manhattan, New York City."

Tony exclaimed in surprise, "It must be that person. Call the Greenfield Internet Cafe to monitor. I want to see who they are."

The monitoring screen was summoned, initially black but then focused on the figure in the hooded windbreaker.

Tony eagerly called Happy's phone, "Happy, no matter where you are, drop everything and rush to the Greenfield Internet Cafe at No. 105 Green Tree Street. Remember, it's Box 3? I found that bastard. Apprehend him."

Happy, looking tense, didn't dare to delay and hurriedly drove to the location. Though he didn't know what the boss was seeking, it must be something extremely important.

He raced through several red lights, arriving at the destination in less than ten minutes amidst the crowded streets of New York.

Boom!

"I've got you!" Harpy yelled, grabbing the shoulder of the person in front of him. However, upon touching the clothing, the person disintegrated, and a mop, several straps, and a football fell to the ground.

The figure was a decoy, and Harpy stared at the scene in disbelief, picking up the football with a message written on it.

"A room temperature IQ!"

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