Dark...... Boundless darkness.

Tony struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids weighed so much that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake himself up.

The body seemed to lose consciousness and floated in the void, and a pinprick stabbing pain came from the depths of his mind.

"Where is this, am I dead?"

He tried to open his mouth, but found that his throat was so sore that he couldn't even make a sound.

His eyes opened and closed, and a thin face leaned over in the fog.

"Don't move, I just finished your operation, the environment here is too bad, whether you can survive or not depends on the next 24 hours."

"Where am I...... What happened? ”

After a few words in a daze, a drowsiness came through his mind, and Tony fainted.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how many days later, he felt so cold that his hands and feet seemed to stiffen.

He raised his arm with great effort, and the pain all over his body was like tearing, and his lips were so dry that it took him a full minute before he came back to his senses and connected the previous and backward passages.

"The convoy was attacked, and I was injured."

"Fortunately, all limbs are there, and there are no broken bones." Sitting up with his arms propped up, Tony noticed something strange on his chest.

"What is this?!"

There was a thick bandage around his chest, but inside, Tony felt a hint of heaviness, as if something had been stuffed into his chest.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be moving, and without that, you could be killed at any time."

A voice came, and Tony followed the voice, and in the dim light, a slender figure was elongated.

"I've tried my best, but there are so many shrapnel in your body, some of them are tiny, and they have even entered the blood vessels and are rushing down the blood circulation to your heart. Without that device, you'll be dead by the time the munition debris gets into your heart. ”

Panting for air, Tony forced himself to calm down, and he looked up at the surroundings.

He is now in the middle of a mountain of about 70 square meters, surrounded by a mess of waste and various discarded mechanical components.

The emaciated figure who had just spoken turned his head, with a pale face, a messy beard, and a pair of round glasses, and a gentle temperament, like an ordinary university professor.

"Introduce myself, my name is Ethan, and while it's a little uncomfortable here, it's a pleasure to meet you, Tony Stark!"

The emaciated man held out his hand.

Just as Tony was about to ask, there was a sudden cacophony outside the iron gate in the distance, and then the heavy door was pushed open.

Surrounded by a group of scruffy, heavily armed combatants, a tall figure slowly walked in.

"Stand up, put your hands above your head, and don't make any noise!" Ethan muttered quietly.

"How's he doing?" A big bearded man asked aloud in a language Tony didn't understand.

"He's over the danger period, so it shouldn't be a big deal, but he'll have to rely on the magnet in his chest to survive." Ethan also replied in an unknown language.

"Who are you, and what are you looking for me for?"

Tony shouted.

The people around him looked ignorant and raised their guns to Tony.

"It's useless, there aren't many people here who can understand English." Ethan explained in a whisper.

At that moment, the leading man took a step forward and stood in front of Tony.

He was tall, with a long scar on his cheek, and his eyes were sharp and cold, completely different from the thugs around him, like a lion in a wolf pack.

"Sit down!"

The man gestured to a chair not far away. He spoke English, which Tony could understand.

"Listen to me, you should already know my identity, say, what do you want?"

Tony tried to maneuver with words, but then he felt a tightness on the back of his neck, and he was lifted up like a chick and pressed against the chair.

The man handed Tony a pen, a wad of paper, and said in a cold voice, "Write!" ”

"Write what?"

"Account password or check?"

"Listen to me, now that the news of my disappearance should have been spread, you won't get any money for doing this!"

"Bang!"

It was dark in front of his eyes, and a sharp pain came, Tony was pressed by the big man on the back of his head and slammed on the table in front of him, he couldn't open his eyes in pain, and the blood of his nose mixed with tears flowed down his brain.

"I don't want your money!"

The big man grabbed Tony's hair at the back of his head and pulled him up.

"Write down the calculation formula and manufacturing method of the Super Soldier Enhancement Serum for me!"

A voice as cold as the wind rang in his ears, and Tony struggled to open his eyes and wipe the blood from his face.

"What did you say?"

"What fortified serum? Stark Industries, a manufacturer of weapons, has not studied this thing at all! Tony looked puzzled.

Boom!

The next moment, he was smashed into his waist and abdomen by a punch, and after this punch, he felt that his intestines seemed to be broken, and he shrunk into a shrimp and gasped violently.

Dahan waved his hand, "Take him down and torture him until he says it." After saying that, he glanced at Ethan again, "Look at it, don't let him die!" ”

Next, Tony experienced first-hand what purgatory-like pain is, flooding, burning, and scourging.

A group of people took turns to torture him to death, but from beginning to end, he shouted countless times without knowing it, but no one believed him.

I don't know how long later, Tony, who was tortured to death, fainted again.

Being in the cave, I don't know how long it was, and when he woke up again, Tony felt every inch of his skin wail, which made him want to die immediately.

Ethan leaned over with a bowl of sticky, "You haven't eaten in too long, eat some." ”

Mechanically opening his mouth, Ethan slowly poured the contents of the bowl into Tony's mouth, and after eating something, Tony's spirit was obviously better.

But this time he was obviously tortured a little too badly, his eyes stared blankly at the rock wall above his head, and there was no anger on his face, like a dead man.

"Tony, they won't give up, if you don't say it, they will really torture you to death little by little."

"Believe me, I've seen too many tragedies like this."

Tony's eyes rolled to Ethan, who was sitting on the side, and a miserable smile appeared.

"Do you think I'm a tough guy?"

Ethan was stunned.

"I really don't know."

"In my eyes, no matter how precious a trade secret is, it is not as important as my own life."

"But I really don't know what this boosting serum he is talking about?"

"The only thing I can think of is my father, who was involved in the transformation of Captain America when he was younger."

"Maybe it's because of this that people mistakenly think that Stark Industries has the manufacturing method of the Super Soldier Serum, but unfortunately, I really don't know how to make this serum."

Ethan's hand stopped, and he looked at Tony Stark with a sympathetic expression, "If that's the case, then you're dead!" ”

"No, not necessarily!" Tony's eyes suddenly burst with life.

"Do me a favor, Ethan, I want to see him."