Chapter VIII

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Deep in a desert in the Middle East.

It's so hot that it's breathless, and the cave is barely shady.

Tony Stark, who had been missing for more than a month, stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his head, and planned to rest for a while.

He is currently in a terrorist base filled with dangerous militants from all over the world who have kidnapped him and asked him to build a new weapon of devastating power from Stark Industries. In this base, he saw a lot of guns and ammunition and other products made by his own company, and although he didn't know how the terrorists got them, he decided to destroy them.

More than a month ago, he was attacked in Afghanistan and nearly died by a bomb of his own making, and still has some deadly bomb fragments left in his body, but fortunately a man named Ethan saved him and helped him build an Ark reactor to prevent the bomb fragments from entering his heart.

Ethan is a talkative man who can always find a variety of topics to chat with Tony in his free time.

"I don't feel the passage of time here at all, I always feel that time flies so slowly when you don't come, and I pray every day that time passes faster, but fortunately you came, otherwise my life would be really boring."

Ethan stretched and walked slowly over to Tony, looking down at what he had just made.

"What time is it?"

Tony didn't want to speak, but when Ethan mentioned the time, he remembered that Isbelle was going to have a heart transplant after Christmas. I don't know how she is now, whether she will be stimulated by his disappearance, it's really worrying to think about it.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's almost December, what, you're going to have a birthday?" Ethan laughed playfully.

"No, I'm thinking of a cute little princess."

"Your daughter?"

Ethan was visibly taken aback.

"It's a friend's daughter."

Tony whispered, and then told Ethan about Isbelli in general.

"Listen to you, she's a sensible and well-behaved child."

"Yes." Tony picked up the pen and scribbled a few times on the paper, and Isbelle's sweet smile appeared in his mind, his eyes couldn't help but be a little gentle, and he said in a dumb voice: "My Bailey is very beautiful and cute, there is nothing bad except for being a little clingy, she is a good child, but I don't care much about her." ”

"At least you'll take good care of her when you get out of here, right?" Ethan's expression was a little inexplicably sad.

"Of course."

Tony didn't notice that something was wrong with Ethan, and he thought that he must take Isbelle seriously when he returned, and not let her be hurt and frightened in the slightest.

Unbeknownst to Tony Stark, however, his fragile little princess was walking alone in the desert.

"Miss Lily, I think it's time for us to go back, I only have 30% of my energy left, I'm afraid I won't be able to go deeper into the desert."

Jarvis again gave Isbelli advice.

A month earlier, he had been forced to travel with her to Afghanistan in search of the missing Tony Stark. After searching Afghanistan to no avail, she moved to the Middle East, where she insisted on continuing her search.

"Jarvis, I can see Tony in the distance, we'll find him in a day, you have to believe ......"

"Miss Lily!"

Jarvis couldn't help but raise his voice, because the girl who had been talking a second ago fell on the hot sand and didn't move, and just when he was anxious and didn't know what to do, a helicopter flew over, and a sturdy woman jumped from it.

"Who are you?"

Jarvis stood in front of Isbelli, entering the woman's appearance and some distinguishing features into the system, and even if he didn't have an internet connection, he had to leave relevant information for later use.

"Natasha Romanoff, from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, if you don't want this girl to die here, give her to me."

The woman crossed her waist with one hand and looked at Jarvis stored in the aircraft with an expressionless face, not at all surprised that she was actually talking to a flying machine.

“……”

Jarvis got out of the way, he didn't want Isbelle to die, and the woman who suddenly appeared, it seemed that she would not be in danger to Isbelle for the time being.

The woman picked up Isbelli who had passed out and took her to the helicopter, Jarvis followed her closely, and when he got into the helicopter, he unexpectedly saw a familiar man.

"Hello, we're meeting again, I'm Phil Cowson."

"Hello."

Jarvis had doubts in his heart, but he didn't show it. Why is this man named Phil Corson here, who is he, and has he been staring at Miss Lily?

"There are too many things that need to be explained to you, I can't finish talking for a while, and when I get to a place with a network, I will give you a chip, and you can directly get the information you want." Phil Cowson said, picked up a glass of Coke and took a few sips, "Well, the benefits of your machine are as long as you have energy, you don't have to be as troublesome as us humans, the desert is so hot, I'm about to suffer from heat stroke." ”

"Excuse me, I wonder why you pay so much attention to Miss Lily."

Jarvis asked, this was his primary concern, and he wanted to know before he could connect to the Internet.

"The department I work for is very concerned about any strange people or things, maybe because you're just an artificial intelligence program, so you don't notice any strange abilities in Isbelli......"

"Are you saying you can predict something that's going to happen?" Jarvis thought that during this time, Isbelle could always anticipate something that was going to happen, and helped many people out of danger because of it.

"No, it's nothing to foresee the future, what we pay more attention to is her amazing vitality."

Isn't it surprising that a baby with congenital heart disease and multiple diseases survives tenaciously, no matter how sick he gets, or he falls from the roof? What's more, it is impossible for any normal human to have DNA molecules that change at any time, she is like a chameleon, she can change different DNA when she meets different people.

Genetic mutation or mutant? Or maybe - she doesn't belong to the earth.