The hot wind blows the terrible surface of the Gobi, making the air scorching, most of the warring areas in Afghanistan are such grassless plains, maybe this place was inhabited before, but now it has long been deserted, and at this time, now this problem, ordinary people are estimated to not be able to survive even 1 hour without supplementing drinking water.

"Buzz"

The roar of the engine caused the vibration of the surrounding ground, and the wide wheels and strong power of the speeding Humvee military vehicle ensured its extreme speed in this environment, but a lonely car at a gallop seemed somewhat strange, you know, in the current situation, even the US military dispatch, there will be at least 3 military vehicles at a time to take care of the front and rear.

"I said, this thing is very simple, you tell me you haven't learned it for 20 days?"

Harvey Dent was still wearing that neat and strange suit in this hot weather, he flipped through the manuscript full of soul runes in his left hand, and kept pinching various magic seals in his right hand, he was not very skilled, but he could barely detect the trace of mana flowing.

Cyber, who had been in this place for four days, turned his head to glance at him, watching the silver coin float up and down in Harvey's palm, and he had a blank face, not wanting to say anything.

The Ancient One didn't say a word that didn't allow him to teach the soul runes to others, and it was almost impossible for ordinary people to derive mana from themselves without relying on Kama Taj's environment, he just threw the codex to Harvey out of a desire to know his destiny, but after the night, Harvey told him that he felt the heat in his body.

There's nothing bad about this thing itself, but the problem is that this learning speed is a bit heart-wrenching, Lao Tie...

"Click"

Santals, who was driving, slammed on the brakes against the map in Alvin's hand, turned his head and said to Cyber,

"Boss, it's here!"

Seber stood up from the back seat and looked around with sunglassed eyes, there was nothing around but desolation, and he patted Harvey on the shoulder,

"Stop playing, do things. ”

Harvey put down the manuscript and took out a... The compass, like the kind used by pirates in the Middle Ages, was full of quaintness and a sense of the times, and he muttered to himself, and under the gaze of the three men, he turned the compass three times in the most solemn way.

"Is this really going to work?"

Alwin, a scholar, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, turned his head and whispered to Santals, "Do you really believe in Harvey's 'divination'? This is not scientific at all, and it is not as fast as the military satellites of the Black Army." ”

Santals rolled his eyes, took off the baseball cap on his head, and put it to his face to fan the wind.

"Come on, you still have a water demon tied to your wrist, and you tell me about science?"

To be honest, I don't really believe it, but Lewis and Cooper believe it, and they privately call Harvey the "lucky bastard", and it is said that his divination success rate is at least 70%. ”

The more skilled Assassin spread out his hands and looked back helplessly at the wilderness around him, which was no longer clear in his direction.

"There's nothing we can do but trust him. ”

Seib maintained the majesty of the boss and did not join the discussion of the young people, but he had seen more occult methods, but he had a little confidence in Harvey's divination, because it can be seen from the speed at which Harvey learns soul runes, he has handed over everything to the two-faced man who has decided his life, and he is actually very talented in occultism.

According to Kama Taj, Harvey should be regarded as a rare "rich magical physique" for ordinary people, so it is really the wrong profession to become a lawyer in the first place, and he should have become a lawyer from the beginning.

"To the southeast, advance 27-34 km, then turn due south, 5 km. ”

Harvey put away the compass, his intact face was full of confidence, "Believe me, this time we will definitely find that Stark, I feel good about divination this time." ”

"But that's what you said four days ago..."

"Hmm, are you questioning fate?"

The young Alwyn couldn't help but complain, but it attracted Harvey's calm gaze, and the unwavering rhetorical question made the young man shudder, and hurriedly sat in the car, and after a while, Santals started again, speeding all the way to the southeast.

An hour later, the car stopped in an even more desolate haunted place, and Santals turned his head to look at Cyber with an embarrassed expression,

"Boss, are we really going?"

Cyber rubbed his teeth, glanced at Harvey, who was there, and glanced a little painfully at a desert directly south, in which they were going to walk at least 10 kilometers according to Harvey.

He rubbed the corners of his forehead and turned his head to look at Alvin,

"Is there a water source in this desert?"

Alwin flicked a flowing blue liquid on his left wrist, and the water-like thing seeped beneath the ground, and a moment later it bounced out of the ground and re-tied to Arvin's wrist, and he nodded,

Walter said there was a dark river underneath the desert, and the water source was not a problem. ”

Cyber's fingers twitched a few times on the wooden box, and he opened his eyes,

"Let's go!"

After nearly 15 minutes, the military vehicle that was marching with difficulty stopped on the sand dunes of the desert, and Alvin, who was wearing a black turban, put down the telescope in his hand with a sluggish expression.

"Incredible... There is such a small canyon hidden here, no wonder those armies can't find it at all, and the terrain here can't be distinguished even by military satellites, it is simply the perfect hiding place. ”

Harvey tossed the silver coin up and down with a smug face, and concluded very mysteriously,

"It's... It's the power of fate!"

Ignoring Harvey's boasting, Cyber snorted at Santals, who was dressed in armor, and the latter took a few steps forward, turning into a gray mist and disappearing into thin air.

Cyber took the binoculars and looked at the canyon nearly a kilometer ahead, it was a very small canyon, but there were still faint traces of human activity, it was more than 300 kilometers away from the place where Stark was attacked, and he didn't know if the poor creature was still alive.

Of course, if Tony was dead, Cyber would kill every life here to avenge him, and he always does what he says, doesn't he?

On the other side, Tony Stark, a young rich man who has been missing for 6 days, is sitting in a cave in poor conditions and poor environment, his face is covered with blood-stained gauze, his left arm is thickly bandaged, his body is draped in a faded military coat, his hair is messy, and he is still handsome and chic before, dressed as a refugee.

The strangest thing is on his chest, where there is a metal ring with three different colored wires extending from it, attached to the battery at hand, which looks like the experimental product of some kind of evil scientist, imbued with the delirious feeling of postmodernism.

In front of him, on a messy table, a set of crystallized vessels was laid out in a very crude manner, and in the bottom closed vial was a rolling silver-gray liquid of some kind that, judging by the amount of liquid, had been working for days.

On the other side of the table, there was a bearded guy in a tattered suit, this guy looked worse than Tony, but the whole person exuded a researcher's unique temperament, he wore tape-wrapped glasses, and with a cautious face, he used tweezers to remove a delicate-looking chip from the tactical missile in front of him whose shell had been disassembled.

The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead, threw the chips in the bowl next to him, there were already more than a dozen identical chips in it, he stood up, picked up the boiled kettle, which was stained with black scorch marks, gulped down the water, his eyes swept the camera in the corner of the wall covertly, and then wiped his mouth while lowering his voice,

"Stark, enough control chips!"

Tony, who seemed to be thinking about some kind of esoteric question, was awakened by this sentence, he raised his head, looked at his "prisoner", and asked in a mouth-shaped way,

"What about the other parts?"

The man didn't answer, but just kicked the strange two metal pipes that resembled faucets under his feet, and at the edge of the cave where they lived, there was still enough gasoline, and next to the gasoline was a pile of parts that were stacked tightly, all of them were hard shells of missiles and grenades, cut into all sorts of things, and seemed to really look like a rudimentary weapons factory.

He gestured with his left hand to make an OK gesture, Stark nodded, he picked up the battery next to him with difficulty, put it on the table, then took a deep breath, moved his hands, turned off the crystallization equipment in front of him, and used a rough needle tube that did not meet the requirements to extract the silver-gray liquid, and carefully dripped it on a handmade, completely inconsistent with the production rules, coiled and intertwined with metal complex gadgets next to him.

It looked like a metal coaster, but after the silver-gray liquid dripped into it, the underside of the metal coaster gradually lit up.

The bearded man next to him watched this scene, and couldn't help but wave his fist in the air, as if he had witnessed something amazing,

"Speaking of which, how did you come up with this genius idea?"

He approached Tony and whispered, "I never knew that palladium could be used like this, but seriously, you really plan to put this thing in your body?"

Tony didn't answer, he seemed to hesitate, but when he saw the black, thick battery in his hand, he made up his mind.

"Ethan, I know this thing is harmful to the human body, but there is no way, I am holding such a guy, I don't want to escape at all, we have been preparing under their noses for 4 days, whether it is life or death, we will fight again, the technology of this armor has long been studied and matured, but there is a lack of an opportunity..."

He picked up the silvery-gray, glowing coaster and tossed it in his hand.

"Now hell fate has forced the opportunity on me, and it doesn't even give me the right to refuse, so what can I do but obey? ”

The playboy's eyes flashed with a hint of hideousness that didn't belong to him, and he looked at the camera covertly,

"Do those idiots really think Jericho missiles can be made by hand? They're just driving us to their deaths! You're going to help me get rid of this damn battery after dark tonight, and I'll rush out with you, Ethan, the only question now is, can I trust you?"

Faced with this sharp question, the bearded man shrugged his shoulders, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, but in the end he still pulled himself together and said with a smile,

"At the Congress of Swiss Scientists in '99, I thought we were friends, you were the absolute center when you were young, and you let poor Aldelian blow the cold wind on the roof all night, and I knew from that day that you guy was an out-and-out bastard, but we are now in the same situation, and we should have watched and helped each other. ”

The bearded Ethan pursed his lips,

"Besides, you don't have any other choice now, do you?"

And the news that Cyber, who was standing outside the canyon, was...

"What? What do you think he's doing on himself?"

The boss of the Devil's Gang looked at Santals with a confused expression, and the latter nodded vigorously, gesturing with two fingers in his heart,

"It looks like he's pulled out a heart or something, and a bearded man helped him put a metal heart in it, and he's still alive... The whole time he was sober, and speaking of which, boss, is this Tony Stark a wizard like Constantine?"