Let's recall what were the main output weapons of Tony's suit at this time.
The most famous were the palm repulsors, the chest unibeam, and the small missiles mounted on both shoulders.
Don't let Hammer's robots look clumsy and bulky, with their thick armor, they seem tough and resilient. Only Ivan, who built them, knows that it's all for show, paper tigers. No matter what type of robot, as long as they take one hit from Tony's Iron Man suit, they are almost scrapped.
Of course, to increase the success rate of killing Tony, Ivan could have thickened and weighted the armor of these robots, but time did not permit Ivan to do so.
First, Hammer was rushing him, and the opening ceremony of the exhibition was the best opportunity; once this chance was missed, it was gone. To increase the quantity, Ivan had no choice but to sacrifice quality.
Looking at Batman who helped him up, the child was momentarily stunned. By the time he recovered from the immense impact, Batman had already turned and left. The child's mother also rushed over at this moment, hugging the child tightly.
"Good boy, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Mom. Batman saved me."
Batman, having saved the child, had no time to catch his breath. The incident happened too suddenly, and with so many people in the venue, the scene became very chaotic. Batman had to deal with the robots while also rescuing people, keeping him extremely busy.
"I knew you would come."
Looking at the Dark Knight in front of him, Luthor's lips curved into a smile, and he said unhurriedly.
"Of course, but only this once. If you're looking for death, I won't stop you."
With that, Batman turned and left, continuing to deal with the rampaging robots.
Looking at the departing Batman and recalling what Bai Qi had told him, Luthor's entire being felt uneasy.
"Did you do all this, Bai?"
Speaking of which, in such a chaotic situation, where was the instigator, Hammer?
Switching scenes, in the backstage area, Hammer was actively coordinating with the technical staff, occasionally wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
With such an incident, Hammer's situation was no better than those being chased by robots outside, or rather, the robot rampage was a devastating blow to Hammer and Hammer Industries.
Given the influence of this exhibition, Hammer could already foresee Hammer Industries' stock plummeting to rock bottom the very next day.
However, now was not the time to dwell on such things; the most important task was to control the situation from further deteriorating. Only then was there a sliver of hope for salvaging Hammer Industries.
"Now, can someone tell me what happened?"
"It's like this, the robots' software was altered."
"What? What do you mean by altered?"
"What do I mean? It means he now has control of the robots."
"Impossible!"
"Impossible? What's impossible about it? All the software was independently developed by him. For him, controlling the robots is as easy as pie."
The technician was almost amused by his foolish boss. From the beginning, he had repeatedly warned that Ivan could not be trusted, but Hammer was stubborn and did not listen to his advice. Now look, his control was easily taken away, and he's dumbfounded.
"I don't want to hear that. I just want to know how to regain control."
Seeing that the technician was unreliable, Hammer turned to his assistant and said, "Call security."
Hammer had been worried about Ivan making trouble, so when he left, he had left two well-trained guards to watch Ivan. Hammer had also given them significant authority, allowing them to subdue Ivan immediately if he made any suspicious moves.
Unfortunately, Hammer had ultimately underestimated Ivan.
"The comms have all been cut off, sir."
Unwilling to give up, Hammer continued, "Then call their cell phones."
"There's no signal on the phones either."
Just then, the technician brought Hammer another piece of bad news.
Looking at the continuously increasing code on the screen, the technician said, "We've been locked out of the main server."
"Who's been locked out of the main server?"
Just as Hammer was about to speak, a voice preceded him. The person who arrived was Pepper Potts and her agent secretary, Natasha.
"Please, move aside, move aside."
Hammer, already flustered, became even more annoyed seeing the uninvited guests. He stepped forward, feigning an air of control, and said, "I can handle this."
"Oh, really?"
Pepper Potts would be a fool to believe a word Hammer said.
"Of course. If Iron Man hadn't come, this wouldn't have happened. Please, step aside, thank you."
Even at this point, Hammer couldn't resist smearing Tony's reputation.
That's right, Ivan was indeed targeting Tony, but if Tony hadn't shown up tonight, would the robots have gone berserk?
Of course not. For Ivan, he didn't mind destroying what Tony cared about before killing him.
Seeing Hammer arguing with her, Pepper Potts probably wouldn't do anything extreme, but Natasha wouldn't care. She stepped forward and applied a joint lock on Hammer, pinning him to the table with his arms twisted behind his back.
"Tell me, who is behind this."
Pepper Potts was actually startled by her secretary's actions, but she didn't stop her. While it was a bit violent, it was indeed the most effective method at this moment.
Enduring the intense pain, Hammer still stubbornly said, "What are you talking about? I don't know."
"Let me handle this."
A voice suddenly sounded from behind everyone, startling the already highly tense group. They turned to see the speaker wearing a black combat suit, a black cape, and a bat-shaped cowl.
Although one was official and the other was civilian, Natasha had heard of Batman for a long time, knowing his methods and his experiences.
Naturally, she released Hammer and stepped aside.
"Alright, who are you now? Let me tell you, I don't know anything, even if you..."
Before Hammer could finish speaking, Batman grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward. After less than five seconds of eye contact, Hammer's psychological defense crumbled.
"I'll tell you, it's Ivan. Ivan Vanko."
"Where is he now?"
"He's in my company."
No one knew what Hammer had experienced in those five seconds; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it felt like an eternity.
Having obtained the information he wanted, Batman released Hammer's collar.
Freed from restraint, Hammer slumped to the ground, panting heavily. No one knew what Hammer had gone through in those five seconds.
"Boss, are you... alright?"