"And what's the use of S.H.I.E.L.D. blocking the news, what should be known by people will eventually know, and when I get some superpowers, it will be the end of your S.H.I.E.L.D. and everyone, and then ......"

"What does it matter if I'm not really a Manchurian?"

Thinking silently, a strange and cold smile couldn't help but appear on the face of "Lord Man".

Yes, this old man is actually not the Manchurian as outsiders say, he is actually just an impostor, and he is just an impostor who does not deserve his name.

Legend has it that each ring on the ten fingers of that man has a corresponding magical effect, mind control, space, freezing, fire, ...... And the rings he wears on his hands are just metal rings of ordinary materials, and they don't have the so-called magic function.

It's just that relying on his superhuman IQ and commanding skills, he also organized an organization that is quite terrifying in the eyes of outsiders, and this organization is called the Ten Rings Gang.

For example, the group that kidnapped Tony in Kunar Province, Afghanistan, was the henchmen of this so-called "Manchurian".

"There is no innate nobility in this world, and there is no destined humility, the hero is also self-achieved step by step, as long as I get those superpowers, then it will not be too far from the day when I succeed in hegemony."

A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the man who hung his head but was still gloomy, and while he was smiling, his eyes flashed with several dazzling brilliance from time to time.

In just half an hour, as gusts of wind swept across the desert, the sky gradually became gloomy, and night quietly came.

In the largest tent in the middle of the canyon, Lord Man sat alone on the Taishi chair in the tent, his head slowly lowered, and with the sound of snoring, it was obvious that he had fallen into a deep sleep.

There was nothing to be seen in the huge tent related to the bed, and even the chairs were the only ones that the man was sitting on now.

Sitting on a chair and sleeping was a way that was unique to Man, and he had grown accustomed to it over the years.

On the chair, he doesn't let himself sleep too deeply, even when he sleeps, he can keep himself a little awake at all times, and at this time, once there is the slightest wind and grass around him, he can wake up immediately.

Because of this way, he has managed to avoid the danger many times over the years.

Time passed slowly, and the sound of the wind outside the tent "whining" did not stop for a moment, and the yellow sand accompanied by the strong wind hit the tent and made a burst of sound, although this sound was not too slight, but it would not wake people up in a sleeping state.

When you sleep, it is difficult for your brain to develop the concept of time, unless you dream, otherwise time will always be stuck in the moment you are asleep.

I don't know how long it took for the man who was sitting in his chair to be awakened by some slight but unusual noise outside, but not long after he opened his eyes in an instant, he squinted his eyes again.

It must have been four or five o'clock in the morning, and this was exactly the time when he had given his men the task to set off before nightfall last year.

Outside the tent, with the sound of slight footsteps, a roar of cars sounded, and in less than two minutes, the outside of the tent was back to the previous state of howling wind and yellow sand.

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Two days later, it was still the tent group in that canyon.

It was just the time when the sun was scorching, but many people were gathered in front of a television set, watching the news of the day.

"Next, please see today's newsletter......"

As the broadcast of a man and a woman on the black-and-white TV ended, the picture quickly shifted to a picture and a photo, and at the same time, the voice of the reporter on the scene also sounded.

"At 7:37 a.m. this morning, more than a dozen armed terrorists of Arab origin attacked the British Consulate in Tehran, the capital of Iran, and three members of the terrorists carried suicide bombs to completely blow up the consulate. As a result of the incident, six British diplomats and 17 staff members were killed, nearly 100 civilians were injured and several people were missing. For the time being, no organization has issued a statement on this terrorist attack, and we will continue to pay attention to it, please see ...... for follow-up news"

After listening to the broadcast and graphics, when the picture turned back to the two hosts in the anchor room again, the man sitting at the front of the crowd slowly got up and turned off the TV.

After turning off the black-and-white TV, the not tall but muscular body of the man slowly turned to the crowd standing behind him.

As he slowly turned around, the eyes of the hundreds of people present immediately fell on him.

"Faisal, Rahman, you immediately take people to the second meeting point, Abdul will connect with Aziz at the border after he succeeds, you go to sweep them away the British soldiers who are still pursuing, but one thing, you must ensure the safety of the hostage, I will not allow him to be in the slightest danger and the possibility of being rescued."

Lord Man's eyes were fixed on the two turbaned warriors standing in front of him, and he said with a serious expression.

And just after he said these words, the two fighters immediately stood up straight, holding the Type 95 submachine rifle hanging on his chest with one hand, and slapped his chest twice with a fist with the other, and said in a loud voice:

"Yes, sir."

"Go right away and keep the hostages safe." As if feeling uneasy, Lord Man spoke out again.

"My lord, I promise to complete your mission."

The two sturdy warriors in turbans responded loudly and immediately turned away, and forty or fifty of the more than two hundred people present left with them.

After watching them board the car and leave, Lord Man once again shifted his gaze to the remaining hundred or so.

"The patrol team went to patrol the perimeter, and the others disbanded in place."

The cold gaze swept over everyone, and after shaking off the words, Lord Man got up and walked to his tent, and walked in.

And the others have left one after another......

At night, close to the wee hours of the morning, after hearing the roar of a car engine, the man and everyone came out of the tent again.

Standing in the middle of the camp, everyone saw seven or eight armored vehicles in the far pass of the canyon driving towards them with billowing smoke and dust.

"Is it finally here?"

Looking at the mouth of the canyon, the man couldn't help but squint his eyes, and a strange and inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.