Chapter 823: A Pager for the Lonely Tyc.o.o.n

Luke chuckled. “Hehe, I don’t think I’ve met Mr. Stark before. Are you admitting that you’re Iron Man?”

Tony choked and snorted arrogantly. He looked away and said, “What a boring trick. If you like playing riddles, go ahead and guess.”

Luke didn’t think much of it. He had no time to appease the arrogant tyc.o.o.n. He threw something at him. “You win. This is a little gift for you.”

Tony subconsciously caught it and looked at it. “What’s this?”

Luke said, “A pager.”

Tony’s mind raced as he asked in surprise, “Is this… for you?”

Luke said, “Yes, but only once. It’s for saving lives. Don’t mess around.”

Tony was unhappy. “I’m not a kid. Why would I need you to save me?”

Luke asked, “Didn’t you want someone to save you in Afghanistan?”

Tony choked again. As if!

He had already taken a few hot showers when he came back; this would have been the only reason he wanted to be rescued sooner. He never wanted to feel like a salted fish ever again in his life.

“Remember, it can only be used once. Don’t test it,” said Luke as he glided away.

Tony: “Huh?”

He had thought that Batman had come to discuss something big, but it was just for this?

But Luke was so fast, and in a matter of seconds, had disappeared from the seaside.

Tony looked down at the little object in his hand.

At that moment, Pepper walked over. “Are you alright?”

Tony nodded. “Let’s go. Everything’s fine now.” He led the way to the villa.

After a brief hesitation, Pepper asked, “Why was he here?”

Tony, who was looking at the pager, paused, before he continued moving. “It was nothing. This Mr. Batman just wanted to play some kid’s game.”

Wasn’t this “rescue game” something kids liked to play?

When Pepper, a hardcore Batman fan, heard this, she couldn’t help but look at him disdainfully. Between Batman and her boss, didn’t he know who was more childish and playful?

Unfortunately, Tony was too focused on the pager to notice her expression.

In fact, Tony really wasn’t playing around at the moment.

Previously, he played into the hands of the terrorists and spent half a month in a dark and smelly cave.

Now, he needed to take a hot shower every day before he could settle down.

Ten minutes later, Pepper left.

But looking at Tony, who went back to the house and immediately went to the bas.e.m.e.nt, she felt a little helpless.

The company’s stock was plummeting, but the main culprit was still playing on his own as if nothing had happened. It was truly a headache.

Sitting in the car, she saw the arc reactor which she had tossed aside earlier. She picked it up and mumbled, “It’s not good to be unsentimental.”

Speaking of which, it seemed she had been working for him for quite a number of years already.

I’ll turn this reactor into a souvenir and put it back in the villa,

Pepper thought.

…

Tony didn’t know what his secretary was thinking. He was fiddling with the pager from Batman.

It was disguised as a watch, and in fact was so simple that it was crude.

From the software to the hardware, there was nothing special about it. Apart from being waterproof and heat-resistant, and an electromagnetic interference function, it was essentially the same as the device old people who lived on their own used to call for help.

As long as a b.u.t.ton was pressed or major problems were detected with the wearer’s vital signs, it would automatically activate the GPS and send out a distress signal.

In this regard, it was also similar to a kid’s safe watch.

With Tony’s skills, making something like this was as easy as folding paper planes.

What was truly brilliant was how the signal went out.

Once the pager was triggered, it would send out a signal to a hidden program on a major online news site, and an unremarkable icon of a bat would appear in the corner of the webpage.

This way, it was useless even if anyone else other than Batman saw it.

Secondly, n.o.body could trace this sort of data on the web portal, which had huge numbers of IP addresses online at all times, since anyone who entered would be able to see the bat mark.

Since that was the case, Batman only needed to open the website and activate a simple ID program which would automatically send him a notification once it picked up the bat mark.

The technology involved in this thing was really average, and the program wasn’t very advanced, but it was completely confidential.

“You’re really good.” It could be said that Tony felt admiration.

Did Batman have to be so excessive when receiving the signal? Did he really think that someone would investigate his IP address?

Tony curled his lip and suddenly shouted in frustration, “Why do you have to be so mysterious? Makes me want to investigate you again.”

After checking the hardware thoroughly, he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it.

Although he despised Batman, he still valued this thing.

It was the only thing in the world that could summon Batman.

Even if it was just once, it was enough for him to keep it.

As he put on that wrist.w.a.tch-like pager on his wrist, he mumbled, “Black again. Thankfully, it’s not as ugly as your armor.”

…

On the other side, Luke still did his own thing, as unhurried as ever.

It had been a week since Tony announced the “great news,” and it was early October.

Dustin and Elsa had officially resigned from the police department two days ago. They immediately headed to New York and became the first two people to be transferred.

Luke could have gone with them, but he chose to take a few more days off.

Dustin and Elsa weren’t surprised.

Given the number of criminals Luke had disposed of, he could choose to take as many days of leave as he wanted.

This extended leave wasn’t a punishment, but a break for police officers who had opened fire in the line of duty, so that they could adjust their mentality and avoid any psychological issues.

Luke had never taken this sort of leave, and that was because of Dustin and Elsa. Both of them felt that the reason he had never taken a break was because he was always helping them out.

Since he had already resigned and wasn’t on the police department’s payroll, it wasn’t too urgent for him to enjoy a break in his private time.

Luke was reluctant to leave Los Angeles because Stark Industries’ stock price had been falling by 5% every day for the past week.

Today, the stock price had fallen by more than 40%, and had yet to show any sign of stopping.

Except for the willful and conceited Tony, n.o.body could withstand such a terrifying loss.

The day before yesterday, Obadiah had also announced that Tony Stark needed to rest because of his poor health, and had been relieved of all his duties at Stark Industries. However, Stark Industries was still stable internally, so please don’t worry.

When Luke saw the news, he couldn’t help but mumble, “Is it coming?”

Obadiah was preparing to kick Tony out.

The stock price continued to plummet. This baldie had to kill Tony as soon as possible before the tyc.o.o.n wasted any more of his money.