A certain American comic book's secondary profession master

Chapter 184 Crimson Mech
"Ivan, you really gave up, didn't you?" After Levi left with his men, Anton Vanko, who had just received a large sum of money, cautiously looked at his son and asked.

After confirming that Ivan Vanko had a plan to "avenge" him, Anton Vanko also realized that he might not really know this child he had spent decades with.

"Don't worry, since I made a promise, I won't go back on it. It's just about not causing trouble for Tony Stark, right?" Seeing his father's cautious manner, Ivan seemed to understand something, revealed his big gold teeth, and said with a sneer.

"That's good, that's good. We can't beat them. We just need to live our lives well." Seeing that Ivan seemed to have truly given up the idea of ​​"revenge," Anton Vanko was also relieved.

Having regained his health and vitality, and suddenly acquired a large sum of money, Anton Vanke, who had been listless for over a decade, is now suddenly restless and has a strong urge to indulge himself.

In this situation, he naturally didn't want his son to do anything that might affect his "happy" life.

However, what he didn't know was that, judging from his expression, Ivan Vanko had actually figured something out, and then returned to his room to start packing his things.

"What do you want?" Anton Vanke, who was originally thinking about how to have some fun first, was at a loss for words because of his son's sudden and confusing behavior.

“Now that you’ve recovered your health and have some money, you should be able to take care of yourself. In that case, I think I should do something meaningful… It’s just that I can’t take revenge. It doesn’t mean I can’t do anything!” Ivan Vanko smiled at his father again, revealing his gold teeth.

"What are you about to do?" Anton Vanke felt a strange sense of panic upon hearing his son's words.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. Since Americans have Tony Stark, why can't our country have its own Iron Man and its own superhero organization? Doing something for our country doesn't violate our agreement with that wizard!" Ivan Vanko weighed the half-finished Arc Reactor that Levi had destroyed in his hand, then looked at the bear emperor on TV and said.

“What? You want to…” Anton Vanke was stunned when he heard his son’s words.

“Yes, I happen to know a few guys who could be my partners,” Ivan Vanko said with a smile.

“No, no, the risk of doing this is too great, I disagree,” Anton Vanke objected.

“Father, after all these years, I want to live for myself again. Don’t worry, I won’t touch your retirement money.” Ivan Vanko looked deeply at his father and shook his head as he spoke.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I'm reluctant to part with that money?" Anton Vanke said, his face flushed.

“Of course not, I’m just telling you about my determination.” Ivan Vanko shook his head, not exposing his father’s true intentions, and then, carrying two large bags, left the apartment without looking back.

As Ivan stepped outside the apartment, he seemed to sense something and looked up at a building not far away, but there was nothing there.

He then shook his head and strode away.

……

A few months later, in Moscow.

Boris Vadin, who lives on the outskirts of the city, drove his pickup truck, drank vodka, and brought his prey back to his farm.

He noticed something was wrong as soon as he stepped into his hut.

Someone entered my house.

Boris Johnson, a "war hero" who participated in the Afghan War in the last century but has now been forgotten, may seem unreliable, but he has clearly not forgotten the vigilance he once had as a soldier.

Upon realizing something was amiss, he immediately and quietly retrieved the hunting rifle from behind him, preparing for battle.

"Dad!" Just then, his daughter Galina, who was studying at university in the city, came out of the house. "Galina? Why are you back?" Seeing that it was his daughter, Boris put away his hunting rifle and asked with a sigh of relief.

“Uncle Ivan found me and said he needed to talk to you,” Galina replied.

“Ivan? Ivan Vanko?” Boris exclaimed in surprise upon hearing his daughter’s words.

“Yes!” Galina nodded.

Having received confirmation, Boris quickly walked into the living room and immediately spotted Ivan Vanko, who was chugging a bottle of vodka.

"Oh, my brother, long time no see! What brings you to Moscow all of a sudden!" Boris stepped forward and gave the other a bear hug, overjoyed.

Before Anton Vanko fell ill, Ivan Vanko also had his own social circle and had served in the military. The two were not only friends but also comrades-in-arms.

They have a very good relationship.

"I was just missing you, otherwise I wouldn't have known you moved. Luckily I found Galina," Ivan said with a smile.

"Alright, alright, it's been so many years! Let's drink until we drop!" Boris said with a loud laugh.

"No rush for drinking. I actually came to see you today because I have something to discuss," Ivan Vanko said, waving his hand and taking a sip of vodka.

Yes, there's no rush, since I already have something else to hold onto.

"Go ahead and tell me what it is. As long as it's within my power, I won't refuse," Boris said, patting his chest and making a grand promise.

Looking at Boris, who looked just as weathered as he did, Ivan felt as if he had returned to the time more than a decade ago, to the spirited youth of the two of them.

“It’s nothing big, Iron Man and the League, you know?” Ivan said.

"Of course I know. They've made such a big fuss, it's on the news every other day, how could I not know? But this is their American business, what does it have to do with us? Wait, you wouldn't be thinking of something like this, would you?" Boris said casually, but his expression changed as he spoke.

As an old friend of Ivan's, he knew a little about the affairs between the Vanke and Stark families.

“Don’t worry, that’s not what I meant. I was just thinking, if Americans can have their own superhero organization, why can’t we, the Russians, do the same?” Ivan Vanko said. “We used to be the greatest country in the world, but now… I think we can do something.”

“…You’re right, but what can we do? We have no money, no power, no connections. We’re just a group of ordinary people abandoned by the times.” Boris was somewhat tempted, but when he thought that they were just two ordinary veterans, he shook his head and chuckled.

“Heh, ordinary people abandoned by the times? Not necessarily. Come with me!” Ivan chuckled, then stood up and said.

"Where to?" Boris asked, puzzled.

“I left something in your barn,” Ivan said.

A few minutes later, Boris was so excited that he couldn't speak when he saw a red mech in the barn that looked seven or eight parts similar to the Mark 1 Iron Man suit from the original timeline.

"Well, old friend, do you like the gift I gave you?" Ivan Vanko said with a big laugh, seeing Boris's excited expression.

(End of this chapter)