At eight o'clock in the morning, when the alarm clock rang, Colonel Rhodes had already changed into his crisp uniform, his military hat was neatly dressed, his tie was meticulously tied, and even his leather shoes were spotlessly cleaned, and then he stood like an iron tower at the door of Tony Stark's private jet, a modified Boeing 737_800.

When the time pointed to a quarter past eight, Colonel Rhodes looked at the empty airport runway and instantly understood, he, once again was released by Tony Stark, well, in fact, it doesn't count, after all, they went to Afghanistan this time, and they took Stark's plane, so strictly speaking, this is not a pigeon, thinking of this, Colonel Rhodes suddenly felt that life was sad, the world was full of discrimination against licking dogs, he decided, and when Stark came, he would not talk to him for five minutes.

When the time changed to nine, Rhodes decided not to talk to Stark for half an hour.

When the hands were fixed at ten o'clock in the morning, Rhodes decided that the next second, whenever Stark showed up, he could call him Daddy.

As for calling the other person to urge the other person? Rhodes said hehe, Tony Stark will only choose to answer the phone when he wants to, and if he doesn't want to answer, then it doesn't matter how many calls you make.

Rhodes waited until eleven o'clock, the flight attendants had already brought lunch to the plane, and Tony Stark, who had been fighting with beautiful women all night and repairing cars all morning, drove his sports car to the airport leisurely.

"You're so early!" Rhodes eventually broke his oath and took the initiative to talk to Stark.

"Rest assured, brother, this plane is fast, as long as you sleep, we will be in Afghanistan!"

"I've already slept once!"

"Then drink two glasses, come, don't be shy, hurry up, girls, get the music and the wine ready!" Starkra passed Rhodes and ran into the plane.

"No, no, no, it's business today, and you can't get a drop of wine!" Rhodes tried to break free.

"Not negotiable?"

"Nope!"

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Five minutes later, Rhodes, who ripped off the button on his shirt, took the wine glass and Stark's back and forth to change the glass, so happy, the loud music even passed through the thick glass outside the cabin, and even the flight attendants who served them lifted their skirts, revealing their small waists and dancing hotly.

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When Stark flew to the Middle East, Stark Industries was in a mineral exploration camp in Afghanistan, and more than a dozen domineering heavy APC armored vehicles swept up bursts of sand and stopped steadily in the middle of the camp.

"Get out of the car! It's fast! Arthur Morgan, dressed in a sand-colored combat suit, jumped out of the car and slammed his right fist twice on the body of the armored car, and then four or five armed soldiers in the same costume jumped out of the rear hatch of the armored car.

"Who's in charge?" Behind Arthur, a bearded soldier shouted at the crowd around Stark Industries.

"I am, you're here to make deliveries?" Out of the crowd came a tall black man, wearing a white vest and his dark skin shining in the sun.

"Yes, the weapons you want!" Arthur pointed to the armored vehicle behind him, and dozens of huge weapons boxes were lifted out of the armored car's compartment by the soldiers.

"A thousand rifles, sixty rocket launchers, grenades, bullets, all of them are desert specialized versions, and you can still use them after burying them in the sand for a day! It's just that you're urging too urgently, some of these weapons are in stock, and some of them are for our own use, so they look old, but the quality is absolutely fine! And according to your request, we have removed the fingerprint recognition device and IFF friend or foe identification system, let's check it! ”

"No way, this is what the boss asked, but it's amazing that you can get everything together in one day!" The black man opened a box, picked up a desert-painted weapon, examined it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, compared to your titan guys, our weapons are like expensive works of art, not murderous weapons!"

"That's the big guy you haven't seen us yet!" Arthur kicked the box.

"Okay, the goods are delivered, we say goodbye!"

"Walk slowly!" After the giant convoy left, the black man took out his mobile phone as he asked his men to carry their weapons into the warehouse.

"Sir, it's me, Hamas, the weapon you want has arrived, is it the way it was?"

"Yes, it's not in vain that I spent three times the price, you can take a few people to drive in the car and pull the arms up to the mountains for a turn, understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

After hanging up the phone, Obadiah looked at the photo of him and Stark on the table, a flash of struggle on his face, and finally he took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Mr. Hamel, I have all the goods you want, you will see him on GPS, but I have one more request!"

"Of course, Mr. Obadiah, we are friends, so please do whatever you ask!" The voice of a middle-aged man with a thick accent came from the other end of the phone.

"Kill Tony Stark!"

"Tony Stark?" The voice on the other end of the line paused, "No problem! ”

"Goodbye then, friend!" With that, Obadiah hung up the phone, and after a while, the computer screen in front of him showed that he had sent another large amount of money to his offshore account in the Cayman Islands.

"Tony, Tony, you can go with confidence, I will carry forward Stark Industries!" Obadiah said, and a few tears came out.

On the other side, the Middle Eastern terrorists contacted by Obadiah are also muttering at the moment, aren't Obadiah and Stark very close uncles and nephews, why kill him?

Even the terrorist boss is muttering, isn't Tony Stark the most powerful arms dealer in the United States, isn't it a waste to kill him? The purpose of our Ten Commandments Gang is to dominate the Middle East, why don't we kidnap him to make weapons?

As soon as this idea came to mind, it was out of control, and the leader thought carefully for half an hour, and realized that this plan was really feasible.

"Abdullah, pack up, let's go to the city!" The leader of the terrorists took his attention and immediately called out to one of his more clever guys.

"Head, what are we going to do in the city? Those Americans and their lackeys are putting a bounty on us! A small, thin man was puzzled.

"Let's dig for treasure! Don't forget to grab that tablet! ”

"Treasure? How many more brothers should you bring with you? ”

"No, we're just scouting!"