bioinnovel Chapter 346 Frontal Attack
Chapter 346 Frontal Attack
The moment Tony stepped out from backstage, a flurry of flashes and camera shutters engulfed the entire venue like an avalanche.
The blinding white light merged into a vast ocean, almost melting his tall figure into it.
A wave of clamor washed over us, a mix of reporters shouting Tony's name and eager questions in a cacophony of languages.
The bolder ones pushed the microphones forward with all their might, and the jungle of metal and plastic almost broke through the human wall formed by Happy and his security personnel, vying to ask Tony questions.
"Mr. Stark! Look here! I'd like to ask you a question! Will Stark Industries' future development plans involve a shift towards space?"
"Mr. Stark! Rumors are circulating that you've made a groundbreaking breakthrough in the field of nuclear fusion, enough to monopolize the global energy industry! Is that true?!"
"Mr. Stark! Who will be your lucky date tonight? Will she be the cover girl for next issue of Playboy magazine?!"
The questions were incredibly varied, ranging from technological inventions to juicy gossip...
Like countless noisy hands, trying to pull Tony into this chaotic vortex.
Such a grand spectacle might intimidate an ordinary person, causing them to hesitate and even back down on the spot.
But having anticipated this, Tony, who had already put on his sunglasses, walked forward at a leisurely pace, like a king inspecting his territory.
And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked onto the podium with a perfectly normal expression.
He didn't speak immediately, but simply raised his chin slightly, his gaze sweeping over the throng of heads below the stage, over those who, like bees yearning for honey, eagerly reached for his microphone and recorder, and a cryptic smile curved his lips.
It wasn't a laugh; it was more like a pre-hunt scrutiny.
Tony then raised his hand and tapped lightly on the lectern.
The force was not great.
Even with the microphone, compared to the incessant clicking of camera shutters and the rising and falling sounds of conversation, it still seemed insignificant, like a pebble thrown into a rushing river.
Tony's subtle yet powerful aura was more potent than any amplification device. It was an absolute confidence that had been forged through countless trials and tribulations, a confidence honed by absolute power and wisdom. Like an invisible yet incomparably sharp blade, it instantly cleaved through the noisy and restless atmosphere of the venue.
The noise seemed to be suddenly choked by an invisible hand, quickly subsiding, swallowed, and suppressed.
The whispers ceased. The clamor of questions stopped. Even the most frantic clicking of camera shutters became sparse and restrained.
Finally, it turned into a suppressed, almost audible, expectant absolute silence.
At this moment, all eyes were fixed on Tony, waiting for him to break the silence he had created.
Under this absolute spotlight, Tony nodded with slight satisfaction and finally leaned forward slightly, getting closer to the microphone.
The next second, Tony's unique deep voice, mixed with just the right amount of languor, clearly resonated throughout every corner of the venue through the sound system.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen... I apologize for being so general. Just as I never imagined that anyone would perceive their gender as a plastic garbage bag, I simply cannot fathom what you are thinking or what your goals are in attending today's press conference. So, if I have offended you in any way... I will not admit my mistakes, nor will I change them in the future."
The opening remarks, with their pointed sarcasm, elicited knowing expressions from many in the audience, while others with ulterior motives subconsciously tensed up, realizing the implication.
"In short, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this... well, science lecture, and... debunking event."
"I know that many people are concerned about Stark Industries lately, and even more concerned about me personally. So concerned that they are willing to use any means necessary to weave some... very 'creative' stories between me and the public."
Tony's tone was steady, even gentle, but each word was like a cold pebble, precisely thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
"I saw those headlines and read those 'insider' revelations. To be honest, some of the plots were quite well-crafted, full of twists and turns, and incredibly imaginative. I suggest that anonymous genius consider switching careers to write science fiction screenplays; maybe he could win an award or something. For example…"