Everyone already knew what humanoid robots were.
The Iron Legion, which had played an important role in this war, although not wearable armor, was still powerful.
As for the sleep-pod-like box, no one was paying attention to it for the moment.
Because everyone's eyes were already focused on the humanoid robots. This was Iron Man's technology.
The military representatives who had been invited were even more excited.
Now that they were at war with aliens, these soldiers, who had always been arrogant because of their advanced technology, were tasting the feeling of "backwardness" for the first time. Even many of their past tactics and war concepts had no place to be used, and they had to seek out tactics for dealing with technology inferiority from other countries.
They desperately needed powerful weapons.
And the world's most powerful weapons were on Iron Man, Tony.
"I haven't held a new product launch in a while."
Tony paced casually across the stage, microphone in hand. The lights remained fixed on him and the two instruments behind him.
"To be exact, the last product launch was before I became Iron Man. After that, as you all know, I shut down Stark Industries' weapons division and donned the most powerful weapon myself. I thought I alone could bring world peace, turning armies into idle decorations. In fact, I actually succeeded for a while."
The audience erupted in cheers.
People constantly shouted "Iron Man" and Tony's name.
They loved his confidence, or rather, his arrogance.
And Tony was right. The period immediately following Iron Man's debut was the most peaceful the world had seen in a long time. Everyone was in awe of the billionaire who could fly.
This was a glory and a miracle created by Iron Man, and Iron Man alone.
"But now, I understand." Tony raised his hand, signaling for quiet. "I'm not that important. I'm not all-powerful. At the very least, I can't drive away the aliens currently occupying our city."
The crowd gradually quieted.
Tony's expression was clearly visible on the big screen on the stage, and in the television sets of thousands of homes.
People had never seen Tony in this state before: dejected, powerless. For a moment, he looked like a greasy middle-aged man in his forties, not the playboy who always seemed to be in his thirties.
"Tony, you're the best, always!" a member of the audience shouted from below.
"I love you, Iron Man!" This was a man's voice.
"You're a genius! The coolest genius!"
Later, the fans' voices became so chaotic that it was impossible to hear what they were saying.
Shen He just stood quietly in the shadows outside the lights, watching everything. He noticed Tony's eyes; the usually arrogant and conceited narcissist's eyes were now slightly shimmering with emotion.
Shen He understood at once why Tony, born a billionaire, had become a real superhero.
He enjoyed the spotlight, enjoyed others' love or hate, and he wanted to protect these people because only with them would there be Iron Man.
"No, please don't say that," Tony raised his hand again, then raised his voice, "Of course, I admit that what you all say is correct."
Laughter erupted from the audience.
That arrogant Tony was back.
"It's just that, even though I'm the best, I'm really not important." Tony held up a finger, walked a few steps on the stage, and then suddenly pointed at Shen He standing in the shadows, "He, my friend, their power is known to all, but they are also not important, neither are you all. What is important? It's 'us,' or rather, 'humanity.' This is also the belief Chaldea adheres to. I can't help but wonder, if that's the case, why put the fate of all mankind on the shoulders of the few of us?"
The scene gradually quieted down.
This is actually a heavy question, because humanity has to rely on "heroes."
"As of today, I wonder how many people still remember the original intention behind allowing citizens to own weapons."
Behind Tony, images flickered across the screen, historical records of this country spanning hundreds of years, finally settling on a single sentence.
——The people of the United States have the freedom to overthrow tyranny.
That's right, the original intention of this country allowing its people to own weapons and writing it into the Constitution was to prevent people's freedoms from being stripped away by corrupt tyranny, even believing that the benefits of this outweighed the potential violent crimes that could result from gun ownership.
In other words, the purpose of allowing legal weapon ownership wasn't for external threats, but for internal ones.
The military representatives below the stage looked at each other, unsure why Tony would bring this up in this situation.
In this information age, appearances and public opinion are what every country values.
This country is no exception, naturally.
"Don't jump to conclusions." Tony spread his hands. "I'm not saying this is tyranny, so, Colonel, you can wipe the sweat off your forehead."
The screen on the podium showed a close-up of the military representative in uniform, and a wave of good-natured laughter rippled through the crowd.
"What I mean is, this outdated regulation, born of a bygone era, might be due for an update." Tony gazed into the distance, the camera focusing on him again. "The American people, no, the people of the world, the dangers we face now are no longer simply 'tyranny'." Tony paused, then continued,
"Terrorists, superpowered criminals, and aliens..."
"None of them are enemies you can protect yourselves from with the weapons you hold, and even the police and military can't protect you with their weapons."
The topic finally turned to weapons.
Everyone was listening intently, and the audience watching on television was the same.
In the face of an alien invasion, the purchase of weapons is second only to food among all commodities.
Everyone hopes that when aliens come before them, they will at least have the power to protect themselves and their families.
"So, this time, Stark Industries will provide anyone with weapons sufficient to protect yourselves." Tony raised his hands, and the lights on the two instruments suddenly intensified. "Allow me to introduce you to—War Machine: Home Edition."
There seemed to be a brief moment of hesitation from the audience, followed by a huge cheer.
The term "Home Edition" already represented a lot.
Tony did intend to sell his weapons, and not just to the military, but to everyone.
Many people had already guessed this when he suddenly produced the Constitution of the United States, which allows citizens to own weapons.
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