Tony recalled Aaron's "affectionate" gaze towards the sun just now, and the high-temperature heat vision he displayed. A terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind.
"Jarvis, collect all comics about Superman for me."
"Tony?" Pepper and Happy were both puzzled.
Tony, protected by his armor, had a solemn expression as he said, "Maybe Aaron is the God Among Men—Superman."
"Ah?!"
"Jarvis, immediately search for keywords like Kryptonian, UFO, Kryptonite, and check all foster family samples in the U.S.—no, worldwide, approximately twenty-two years ago."
"Also, investigate the producers of Superman comics. I want to acquire their company entirely and have the person in charge of Superman comics report to Stark Industries immediately."
"At the same time, immediately design new armor. Specifically designed to counter Superman's abilities."
The more Tony thought, the more solemn he became and the more terrifying it seemed.
Super strength, super defense, super hearing, flight, X-ray vision, Super Vision, heat vision...
Comparing them one by one, one couldn't say there was no relation, they could only say they were exactly the same.
Does Aaron also possess a Super Brain? Freeze breath? Microscopic vision? Super stamina?
And the bug-like ability to continuously grow stronger by absorbing the sun every day?
As soon as he thought of so many abilities gathered in one person, Tony couldn't help but curse, "Shit."
Things were serious.
The DC Universe has Batman, but their universe doesn't.
Does he have to put on a black bodysuit and cosplay Bruce Wayne?
Wait, it doesn't seem impossible?
Looking at Tony's serious expression, Pepper and Happy exchanged glances.
"Aaron is Superman?"
"He is... a God amongst men."
...
"Who... who exactly are you?"
Ivan trembled as he looked at Aaron.
How long has it been?
Half an hour?
He actually flew all the way from Monaco in Europe to New York in the U.S..
A full 6,000 kilometers!
Along the way, Ivan felt his body flying ahead, and his soul chasing behind.
He arrived here in a daze.
At least ten times the speed of sound!
He actually didn't burn up? His body wasn't torn apart?
He couldn't help but murmur, "I'm still alive?"
He looked at Aaron, then at the equally astonished Felicia.
An idea popped into his mind, and he blurted out, "Was that a bio-field just now? Are you Superman? The one from Krypton?"
"You've even seen Superman?"
Looking at Ivan's disheveled, working-class engineer appearance, Aaron was quite surprised.
Ivan's eyebrow twitched.
I might be a bit sloppy, a bit ugly, but that doesn't mean I'm blind.
Aaron didn't wait for Ivan to answer and said, "I am Aaron, not Clark. Of course, you can think of me as Superman. As for Krypton... we can go see it if there's a chance."
He was telling the truth, he could indeed go see it in DC if he had the chance.
As for Superman...
Honestly, even if he didn't admit it now, these people would probably think so anyway.
He didn't have a bio-field, but he was proficient in air control and magnetic fields.
Enough to ensure that ordinary people wouldn't spontaneously combust at speeds of over a dozen Mach.
!!!
You're admitting it, aren't you?
There really is a superman in the world?
Ivan's eyes widened. "You're Superman. What do you want me to do?"
Aaron asked, "Are you interested in working for me, doing your original job?"
"Repairing cars?"
Aaron felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead.
So you used to repair cars? And now you're crafting exoskeletons by hand? Maybe I should send you to a steampunk world, I'm sure you'd thrive there.
"Boss, you called for me?" Otto hurried over, looking dusty from travel.
Aaron said, "This is Ivan Vanko. He knows how to make the original version of Stark's arc reactor. I'm entrusting him to you for training."
He didn't give Ivan a choice to refuse, he made the decision directly.
Ivan hesitated, wanting to speak. He was only here for revenge, not to be a workhorse.
However, Aaron ignored him. "You can try to build your own battle armor or invent some super-era devices, but don't mess around."
"Remember, whatever you do, it won't escape my eyes."
"If you want to get revenge on Tony, that's fine too, but first, you need to consider if you have the strength for it."
With that, Aaron and Felicia left gracefully.
Ivan watched Aaron's departing back with a wary expression, silently.
"You've mastered the power of the sun?" Otto didn't dwell on these things, overjoyed.
Ivan was puzzled. "The power of the sun? Are you talking about your boss?"
"Remember, it's your boss."
Otto's phone suddenly lit up, and Aaron's familiar voice came through.
Both Otto and Ivan were stunned simultaneously. Especially the latter, who felt a chill run down his spine.
How did he do that?
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Aaron arrived at the deepest, most secure laboratory in the Corporation.
When the door opened, a woman suddenly rushed forward.
"Oh my god, I know I was wrong. Please don't keep me locked up like this."
Skye had been confined for a day and a night, and had plenty of food and drink. But being alone with no entertainment, she could do nothing but overthink.
She thought a lot, pondered a lot.
On one hand, she was scared. On the other, she was reviewing the sequence of events. Finally, she confirmed that she had been deceived.
Whether it was the mission giver or the Rising Tide, they had both treated her as cannon fodder, a puppet.
Under the guise of upholding the public's right to know, they used her decent hacking skills to try and steal secrets from Osborn Industries.
Skye had not yet joined the Rising Tide. As a lone wolf hacker, no one cared about her fate.
After all, the target of this mission was the massive Osborn Industries. Once exposed, they would face endless retaliation.
Now, the worst had happened.
Aaron's hacking skills exceeded her expectations, and also the Rising Tide's expectations.
The Rising Tide was fine, they could temporarily be safe by disconnecting from the internet.
As for Skye…
"You know you were wrong? Then what about the hundreds of millions my Corporation lost? How do you explain that?" Aaron smiled faintly.
Did she think an apology would solve the problem?
If 'sorry' was all it took, what would they need the police for?
Skye's face was pale, and she said weakly, "I'll work for you?"
Aaron chuckled. "Given your crude hacking skills, at most, I'll give you ten thousand dollars a month. That's only one hundred twenty thousand a year, and one million two hundred thousand in a hundred years."
"You'd have to work for me for four hundred and sixteen years without eating or drinking."
"Um… what about a year-end bonus?" Skye asked softly.
"Alright, I'll round it down for you, four hundred years."
Aaron had no intention of wasting words with Skye, stating directly, "How about we make it simpler? Let's just sign a bond of servitude. Assuming you live to a hundred, you only need to work for me for about eighty more years, not four hundred. How does that sound?"
Skye's face paled.
A bond of servitude? Work for eighty years? She had just left school and entered society, and in the blink of an eye, she was a workhorse again?
No, this was worse than being a workhorse.
"No! I don't want to!"
Aaron frowned. "You don't want this, you don't want that, so how are you going to repay me?"
"Hundreds of millions, and you just say you won't pay it back? That's my money."
Skye's mind spun, and she tentatively said, "How about… I marry you?"