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In the dark cave, Tony Stark's eyes suddenly opened, and he frowned violently when he felt the strangeness in his nose, and reached out to pull out the plastic tube that transports oxygen in his nose directly. But due to the irritation of the trachea caused by the sudden withdrawal of the plastic tube, he coughed violently.

Tony looked around and saw a man shaving at a broken mirror tied to a pillar in the cave. Looking at the somewhat familiar man standing aside and shaving, he turned over and remembered.

"If it were me, I wouldn't move."

Hearing this, Tony found the car battery attached from the table to the gauze on his chest. I couldn't help but sluggish for a moment, my breathing began to become rapid, and then I hurriedly checked my chest that was tied with bandages.

When he tore it all open, he was greeted by a circular electromagnetic device, which had been embedded in the flesh of his chest, and the wires on it connected to the car battery on the table.

Tony looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his eyes were open, his face was full of horror, and he couldn't speak for a while, he could only pant with his hands open.

"You...... What was done to me? Hearing his words, Tony froze for a moment, then calmed down and asked.

"What did I do? Can't remember me? The doctor you met at the technical conference in Bern, Switzerland? I saved you. I tried to remove the shrapnel, but some of it still got into the veins, and I used this thing to suck them in and keep them from getting into the heart. The man's hand that was shaving stopped moving, looked at Tony through the reflection of the mirror, and said lightly.

"I don't remember!"

Tony shook his head incredulously, took the mirror on the table next to him, looked at the electromagnet in his chest, and said in a ridiculous veto as if he felt all this.

"Of course you don't remember, if I were like you, with beautiful flowers around me, of course I wouldn't put my mind on a big man." Shrugged his shoulders and put down the razor, Hou Yinsen picked up the pot on the side and poured into the firelight, looking very clear, and said easily.

Putting down the pot in his hand, he picked up a spice bottle on the table, and gently shook the shrapnel inside: "Do you want to see it?" Keep it as a souvenir. He threw it to Tony.

"Move fast, keep up."

Just as Tony was about to ask something, outside the locked iron door, there was a clash of metal, and the sound of chaotic footsteps and loud shouts.

"These guys are damn fast."

Hou Yinsen glanced at the monitor and scolded in a low voice. He didn't forget to hurriedly whisper to Tony Stark, "Stand up!" Do as I do! Hands up! ”

Tony, who was still a little unclear, watched Hou Yinsen raise his hands and hold them on his head, and he couldn't help but do the same. Just then, the gate was opened, and a large group of soldiers wearing black cloths poured in.

"This is my weapon, how did they get it?" Tony secretly looked up at the firearm in the hand of the visitor, frowned slightly, and asked Hou Yinsen who was squatting beside him suspiciously.

"Don't talk, now is not the time to discuss this." Hou Yinsen touched Tony lightly and said in a low voice.

"Welcome, Mr. Stark. America's Greatest 'Murderer' of All Time! A bearded Middle Eastern man opened his hands and pretended to smile enthusiastically, talking to Tony seemingly happily, seeing Tony's confused face, he made a color to Hou Yinsen. Hou Yinsen on the side hurriedly translated in Tony's ear.

"I'm honored to be here to meet you, I need you to help me build a missile, your assistant, the translator, it's this physicist, I want the Jericho missile." After speaking, he handed the whole set of blueprints to Hou Yinsen, and quietly waited for Tony's answer.

"I, refuse."

Looking at the drawings in Hou Yinsen's hand, Tony, who raised his head after being stunned for a while, looked at the bearded man and said in a cold voice with a cold look. However, as soon as he refused, two people dragged him to the side of the basin and pressed his head down.

Tony, who had been choked enough, was pushed out with a hood again, and when he really came to the outside of the cave, Tony's hood that covered his vision was removed, and the strong sunlight was extremely dazzling. Tony reflexively closed his eyes again, resting for a few seconds before slowly opening them to adjust to the light around him.

Looking around, I saw a large canyon surrounded by various tents, and in the shade of the tents were all munitions. Rocket artillery, missile boxes, and guns without exception are all written on them: Stark Industries Manufacturing.

"It's all my weapons, how did they get here?"

Looking at the countless munitions, there is no shortage of the latest rockets. Tony muttered under his breath, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Don't get excited, Tony my child, it's me, obviously my prophecy has been fulfilled, but it's not entirely bad for you either."

Just when Tony Stark was confused, a quiet voice reached Tony's ears without a trace.

"Are you Uncle Wang? Are you here? ”

Hearing the words in his ears, Tony's heart sank, and he hurriedly looked around, but he still didn't see the figure in the Taoist costume. At the same time, I thought of a possibility, and I couldn't help but have an incredible look in my eyes.

"Take them down!"

At this time, the bearded man who had already walked below waved his hand to the terrorists escorting the three people, and the terrorists holding the M7 behind him pushed and shoved the three people down. Tony Stark staggered down with the car battery that kept him alive in his arms.

"How do you feel?"

Because of his previous refusal, the bearded man now had a gloomy face, and he still asked Tony with open hands.

"He asks you how you feel."

Hou Yinsen, who was on the side, acted as an interpreter and said in a low voice.

"He's got a lot of weapons I've made."

Tony glanced at Hou Yinsen, his hands holding the battery were tangled hard, and he said seemingly calmly. Later, Hou Yinsen translated it into Russian to the bearded man.

"There's all the materials here to make the Jericho missile, you make a list of the materials, and right away, start working right away, and when you're done, let the two of you out of here."

Pointing to the surrounding munitions, as well as some steel materials in the corner of the tent, the bearded man condescendingly said to the two of them. Hou Yinsen slowly translated Tony's words to Tony, and after the bearded man finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand to Tony and stared at Tony tightly with a threatening face.

Tony looked around quietly, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, shook hands with the bearded man, looked at the other party's smiling face and whispered, "He won't."

Hou Yinsen on the side also looked at the bearded man with a smile, nodded and said, "It really won't!"

Hearing Tony Stark's promise, the bearded man couldn't help but smile a little brighter, and he shifted his head to the west side of the canyon and nodded gently.

Stark followed the bearded gaze and saw a big bald head and more than a dozen terrorists, each standing on top of a huge rock with an automatic rifle, quietly observing the movement in the canyon. But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind these people and disappeared in a flash, but Tony still recognized that the person dressed in Taoist clothes was Wang Jian, and there was a sense of stability in his heart for no reason.

"Get a good night's rest and get to work tomorrow morning."

The bearded man who was in a good mood looked at Tony and Hou Yinsen, who were slightly tired on their faces, and said loudly.

At night, in the cave.

Tony sat motionless by the fire around a blanket, while Hou Yinsen walked around trying to persuade the desperate man, seeing that Tony didn't look at him, Hou Yinsen also lost his usual calmness and calmness, squatting down and looking into Tony's eyes.

"Tony Stark, your army must be looking for you, but what's the use? They will never find you in this mountainous area. You've seen those weapons ...... too."

"I regret that I have an uncle who told me before I came here that I was going to die, but I didn't take it to heart, and I didn't think it would really come true."

Tony looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with Hou Yinsen, but instead scanned the entire cave before finally lowering his head. And Hou Yinsen on the side simply squatted down and explained to Tony: "This is the last resistance of the great Tony Stark?" Or do you think of a way......"

"What else can I do? They're going to kill me anyway, and even if they don't, I'll only live for a week. Hou Yinsen's words were interrupted by Tony before he could finish speaking. He raised his right hand and touched the electromagnet on his chest.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Tony was beaten with a grin, and it was easy to stabilize his body and prevent himself from falling. On the originally dirty face, a clear red palm print instantly appeared.

"Who's beating me?"