Marvel: Wonka's Chocolate Factory

Obadiah glanced at Tony, then at Howard, and finally at Maria.

He subtly lifted his hand from his waist and picked up the pizza from the table again.

He muttered to himself, "It really has been a long time!"

Taking a deep breath, Obadiah quickly pieced together the cause and effect in his mind.

"Tony, is it the effect of that newly released liqueur-filled chocolate?"

Obadiah also experienced the effects of the liqueur-filled chocolates, tasting them as soon as he bought them.

Then he had a hallucination, an incredibly vivid hallucination, in which he won everything. He became the president of Stark Industries and transformed it into the greatest company on Earth.

At the same time, Tony began to admire him, and even Howard appeared to him in a dream, praising him for doing a good job.

This left him feeling somewhat empty even after the hallucination ended, as there was a huge gap between reality and the scenes described in the hallucination.

However, he did not expect that Tony would have such an amazing effect after eating the liqueur-filled chocolate.

The liqueur-filled chocolates only lasted for three minutes, so Tony didn't waste any time and simply opened the box on the table.

"Controlled nuclear fusion, and a miniaturized controlled nuclear fusion device at that. This briefcase alone could power Stark Tower for a hundred years."

Obadiah dropped the pizza on the table for the second time. Genius!!!

Tony Stark is truly a genius. This device is a step further than the prototype used by Stark Industries, making it not only more stable but also more portable.

Obadiah already had a blueprint in his mind, which not only included energy, but also Stark Industries' original aerospace business, which would see a breakthrough.

"Oh, Tony, you're a genius! You fixed the prototype's flaws so quickly; you've ignited the light of humanity's universe!"

Howard's tone was very proud. He was truly proud of Tony at that moment, a pride that his own bloodline had inherited his mantle.

Maria, too, looked at her son with pride.

Obadiah suddenly stood up and walked to Tony's side. His expression was complex, showing admiration, relief, guilt, and a hint of resentment.

He reached out and hugged Tony tightly, his previous desire for Tony to die had long since vanished.

How could he not see that today's banquet was a family dinner, and that Tony, the boy he had watched grow up, genuinely considered him family?

Tony usually refers to himself as "Uncle Obi," but he actually wants to kill Tony!

This damned jealousy has twisted me into such an ugly state!

Obadiah held Tony in his arms, and images of starting a business with Howard flashed through his mind. Back then, Tony was just a little kid, a little kid who was always cocky.

Obadiah now feels guilty for what he has done, guilty for the dark thoughts that have appeared out of nowhere and for the terrible plans that have already begun to be carried out.

Tony was a little taken aback when Obadiah hugged him; he had never seen Obadiah so emotional before.

However, Tony did not push Obadiah away. Instead, after hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and politely hugged him back.

Forgive him for not being able to embrace a grown man with tears in his eyes like Obadiah did; Tony felt it was more appropriate for a hot woman to be in his arms.

Howard and Maria watched this scene with relief; after all, they were dead, and the living should live together with the living.

Seeing how close Obadiah and Tony were, they were very happy, as this way Tony had an elder to look after him.

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding with marble.

A Colt 1911 lay on the ground, its exquisitely crafted frame adorned with intricate carvings, and its grip made of ebony, also carved with patterns.

All the details indicate that this is a work of art, which has transcended the category of a weapon, and must be a treasure carefully collected by its owner.

But even works of art can kill. No matter how beautiful the patterns are, they cannot conceal the fact that this Colt 1911 is a weapon that can easily take someone's life.

It still retains the attributes of a weapon.

The previously cheerful atmosphere suddenly froze as everyone stared at the pistol that had fallen between Obadiah and Tony.

Done!

Obadiah's mood was like a rollercoaster; he couldn't think of any reason to explain the pistol.

The hug with Tony was so forceful that the weapon he had prepared fell from his body.

But it's no longer needed! Obadiah broke out in a cold sweat again. And now, he was utterly speechless.

Howard's smile faded. He was a little confused and asked, "Obi, why are you carrying a gun?"

Forgive Howard, but as someone who died 17 years ago, how could he possibly understand how his best friend, who was just expressing his feelings for Tony, could suddenly have a pistol fall from his arms the next moment?

Yeah, why carry a gun?

Obadiah even wanted to hear what reasonable explanation Howard could give for the current situation, so he could borrow it.

After all, attending a banquet for one's nephews and nieces while carrying a pistol would seem suspicious.

"Tony, this gun was bought by Obi when he first met your dad. It's a testament to their friendship."

"You should thank Uncle Obi; he was able to part with such a meaningful pistol and give it to you."

Maria thought her husband was really stupid. What was so strange about bringing a handgun as a gift to his nephew at a banquet as an elder?

After listening to Maria's words, Tony turned to Obadiah and thanked him, saying:

"Obi, I really didn't expect you to give me a gun. Do you know what I was thinking? I thought you were going to use this gun to shoot me after dinner."

Tony made his usual sarcastic remark, but after shrug, he added, "Thank you, I really like this gift."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the Colt 1911 that was lying quietly on the ground.

However, Tony's expression changed after he got the pistol. He looked at Obadiah with a strange expression and then released the safety on the pistol.

"No, Obadiah, I really can't believe it!"

Tony pointed the pistol at the wall in the distance, his eyes filled with pain as he pulled the trigger.

Bang~

As Tony moved, the Colt 1911 in his hand spat fire from its barrel, the sound echoing throughout the villa.

A fully loaded pistol is obviously not a suitable gift.

"Obadiah, what are you doing with a gun?!"