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"Stark Industries will hold a press conference, and a mysterious senior executive will attend in person!"
This major announcement, released by Stark Industries' official publicity, spread like wildfire. In less than an hour, the local government agencies, business organizations, and media units in New York were almost all aware of it.
Stark Industries' press conferences were always headline news, especially at this particular time—
With Mr. Kyle and Chairman Tony absent, and with the disappearance of General Manager Potts and Deputy Manager Klian, Stark Industries found itself under siege by a group of rival large-scale companies from the outside, while its employees were continuously targeted by terrorists from within.
It could be said that Stark Industries was facing its most difficult period yet. And just at this time, a senior executive suddenly stepped forward to hold a press conference for the world to see. This undoubtedly threw a high-explosive grenade into the water, causing a tumultuous uproar.
Both insiders and ordinary citizens were greatly interested in the unprecedented news.
The press conference was scheduled to be held at the World Expo in New York. Established by Mr. Howard during World War II and upgraded several times by Mr. Tony to keep up with the times, the World Expo served as a museum for Stark Industries' inventions on regular days.
It was also the venue for Stark family members to announce new industrial developments, product concepts, and major decisions about the future of the industry to the world. It was Stark Industries' first epic business card to the world.
To hold a press conference at the World Expo was of extraordinary significance. Since its construction, only Howard and Tony, father and son, had the qualifications and permission to use the venue. Even Klian had tried to use the venue multiple times, only to have his proposal directly rejected by Potts.
"Does this mean that Iron Man Mr. Stark has returned?"
Many media personnel speculated excitedly, rushing to the World Expo.
The press conference was scheduled for noon, and access was restricted. However, by around eleven thirty, the auditorium of the World Expo was already packed with media and industry insiders, engaged in heated discussions. Cameras and microphones were set up everywhere, resembling a battlefield.
The security guards of the Expo and the New York police were working inside and outside to ensure the normal conduct of the press conference.
As time passed, according to past practice, there would be performances like beautiful dances to warm up the atmosphere.
But this time was different. There wasn't even a host on stage. The podium was dimly lit, and there wasn't a single soul in sight.
Hundreds of media personnel stared blankly, watching the desolate podium. Just when they thought it was just a ruse, several spotlights suddenly lit up at noon, shining onto a corner of the stage, revealing a small figure.
Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes. It was a boy of about one-year-old, with shiny golden hair, sparkling amber eyes, flawless features on his fair face, and a small body clad in a custom-tailored, miniature suit. Despite his overly mature aura, there was no sense of incongruity.
The boy had a lollipop in his mouth, his cute face expressionless. He took slow steps with his short legs, calmly walking from a corner of the vast, modern glass stage to the podium.
The entire venue fell silent. Some people even looked back, thinking that there would be others on stage, but after looking for a while, they realized that there was no one else following.
Under the gaze of everyone, the boy walked to the front of the podium. However, due to his height, he was completely blocked by the podium when he got closer.
"This—"
"Is this part of the performance?"
Seeing this absurd scene, the audience couldn't help but burst into laughter.
But the next moment, ignoring gravity, the boy floated up and stood steadily on the podium, causing the laughter to abruptly stop.
"Good morning, everyone." The boy smiled faintly, unflustered as he spoke into the microphone with a childish voice. "Are you disappointed? I am the senior executive responsible for this press conference at Stark."
The audience below was even more shocked. They had seen hundred-year-old World War II veterans, but a one-year-old executive was unheard of.
The boy shrugged and said bluntly, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Caesar Carl."
Caesar Carl.
This name silenced the audience for a moment before causing a commotion akin to a nuclear explosion. It was as if a bomb had been detonated, with almost everyone excitedly standing up, and the flashes of cameras flashing incessantly.
Caesar Carl's name had sparked social debate half a year ago, and despite half a year of silence, it was still unforgettable.
The descendant of the Symbol of Peace! The heir to Stark Industries' subsequent shares! The son of God who had been at the top of the Earth since birth!
This was the first time the Son of God had appeared in public, how could it not be eagerly anticipated and exciting? People hoped that he would create various legends like Mr. Kyle.
"It seems that you all know my identity, which makes things easier."
Caesar smiled and looked down at the crowd below, his small face stern. "This press conference is convened to express a few wishes from a personal standpoint, using the current platform."
Some media personnel were very conscientious and simply tuned their channels to broadcast the scene live.
Caesar said confidently, "From now on, I will officially take over Tony's burden and continue to develop new technological products. Later, I will unveil a revolutionary new product concept, which I estimate will soon be available for mass production and sale worldwide."
To take over the work of the genius engineer Tony was something that no one in the world dared to guarantee. However, when spoken by the Son of God, Caesar, it seemed to carry an indescribable sense of conviction, perhaps also stemming from the extraordinary influence of the Symbol of Peace.
"In addition, I hereby declare war on the terrorists who have targeted Stark Industries and my friends recently!"
Caesar's tone was firm yet youthful, as he issued a subtle threat. "There are only two of you on my side. You can do as you please. I won't use the power of alliances, families, or the military. If you try to kill me within a week, I will eradicate you from this planet root and branch!"
The counterattack had officially begun!
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