From time to time, the breeze blew, rolling up a little sand and rubbing against his body, and the hot sun shone on his face, even if he closed his eyes, Kyo couldn't help but be shaken by such a strong sunlight, and his consciousness gradually recovered.

Kyo opened his eyes, only to find that Tesque was not by his side, but he didn't really care, although he didn't know where it was, but it was obvious that this was the original modern world, because he had just seen a large plane flying in the sky.

After carefully examining the belongings he was carrying, Kyo found that he had only a few scattered dollars on his body, except for a driver's license, and that both his phone and his watch had been looted by the damned Makuna, who had no interest in the colorful paper with human faces painted on them. But at least his driver's license is still there, otherwise after losing his driver's license, Jing really doesn't know what to do, you must know that he was originally a student living in Manhattan, but the United States does not have an ID card, and relies on a driver's license to prove his identity.

Jing turned his head and looked around, now this place is full of wind and sand, it is an endless desert, there is no human population in sight, Shiva's eye does not know where to throw him, how should he go back!

While he was thinking about it, Kyo suddenly heard a noisy voice coming, and when he understood it, he was in a bad mood and wanted to hide, but everywhere was a slippery desert. A group of bearded men wrapped in cloth scarves and armed with AKs and M4A1s appeared in his sight.

Jing hurriedly raised his hands to prevent the other party from misunderstanding.

The bearded men didn't expect to meet people in the wild, and immediately rushed over, and Jing hurriedly shouted loudly in Pashto, "I surrender, I surrender, please don't hurt me!" "Pashto is the national language of the Pashtun ethnic group in Afghanistan and is the official language of Afghanistan along with Dali. It is spelled using the Arabic alphabet. It is widely used in a few provinces in the southern, eastern, and northern parts of Afghanistan. The bearded men looked at each other, and then one of them, a big fat man who was black and strong and seemed to be the leader, waved his hand, and immediately rushed up a few kind bearded uncles and escorted Jing over.

"Do you speak Pashto?" The big fat man, who seemed to be the leader, asked Jing in surprise.

"Yes, yes, I know Pashto, but also Dali and Persian." Jing Qiang said bitterly, although due to his age, he was not a threat in the eyes of the bearded uncle, but just now they had their arms behind their backs, but they twisted it fiercely. As for the language, Jing is not lying, although his memory and power have not awakened before, but the soul is extremely powerful, never forget, a glance and ten lines or something is not too simple, there are dozens of languages, for a variety of small languages are also involved, and Pashto, Dali and Persian, are the three mainstream languages in Afghanistan.

The big fat man waved his hand, "Okay, now you're requisitioned." ”

Jing suddenly felt that his eyes were dark.

When the rag on his head was removed, Kyo couldn't help but cover his eyes, and after a while he recovered and began to look around.

This is a very simple place, about only a few dozen square meters, the uneven stone walls on both sides tell Jing that this is a cave, a rough but extremely thick steel gate firmly seals Jing here, and an incandescent lamp with tens of watts above his head is flickering, just now it almost dazzled Jing's eyes.

At this moment, a groan suddenly sounded in the corner, and Kyo realized that there was a person hiding in the darkness. A gray-haired, thin old man stood up tremblingly, and then he was choked by the light, and it took a long time to come to his senses.

"Hello?" Since he didn't know the race of the other party, Kyo tentatively greeted him in English first.

Only then did the old man realize that there was another person next to him, "Hello, hello! ”

As soon as Jing heard that the other party was also speaking English, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to communicate with the other party, it turned out that the other party was a well-known scientist named Ivan, a native of Afghanistan, but he didn't expect to be kidnapped by this group of terrorists on the way home. Asked how Jing came here, Jing said that he came out for archaeology, but he got lost on the road, and then he was arrested, Ivan didn't have any suspicions, in fact, after being caught here, he should be most concerned about his own life safety, those bearded uncles, at first glance, are all terrorists.

Jing was thinking about the reason why he came here, the area of ancient India was very vast, even including part of Afghanistan, and the teleportation of Shiva's eye before was probably a random teleportation according to the region of ancient India, so he came to this place.

When the two were chatting, suddenly a chaotic language suddenly sounded, and then the noisy footsteps gradually approached, Jing could distinguish Turkish, Arabic, Russian, etc., and then he was completely unclear about other chaotic languages, although he knew dozens of mainstream languages, but the languages outside were obviously non-mainstream small languages, even Jing was a little powerless.

Jing turned his head to look at the old man, and found that Ivan also shook his head with a wry smile, indicating that he didn't know what the other party was talking about.

Kyo still decided to be cautious, waving his hand to signal Ivan to stand up, and it was not shameful to pretend to be cowardly when his own side was weak.

Soon the steel door was opened, and an unconscious man with blood on his chest was carried in and put on a bed.

Jing inadvertently glanced at the other party, the other party was a head taller than himself, although he was slightly haggard because he was in a coma, but he still had a vague trace of arrogance and arrogance of the middle-aged man, Jing was stunned: "This face, ah," Jing hugged his head a little painfully, it was a fragment of memory from a long time ago, "Cave, hijacking, Afghanistan... Is he, Tony Stark?! "Linked to the environment he is currently in, this is when Stark was kidnapped for the first time, which is where the future Iron Man is about to be born? So, this is the Marvel world? ”