Eric's conversation with Pepper was very brief, and the lady, known as Pepper, made a request to him with trepidation, and Eric quickly agreed without refusing, and they arrived at a military airfield that day.

"I didn't expect you to really help me, I shouldn't have dragged you into this." In the cabin of a military transport plane, Pepper. Potts apologized to Eric, who soon the plane would be departing for the Central Asian base, where Eric would use his abilities to find Tony, who had been missing for many days. Stark - If this gentleman is still alive.

This was none of Eric's business, he could have refused, in Pepper's opinion, she had only had a relationship with Eric, and it was Eric who helped her enter Osborne's drinking party, and Tony's response was not friendly. Now that Tony is missing and has no authorization, she can't mobilize the company's forces to rescue her, and if it weren't for the fact that there is no way, she won't come to ask for help. For all these reasons, she didn't have any hope, so when Eric said yes, she almost burst into tears.

Seeing Pepper a little sad, Eric laughed.

"Don't apologize, I remember we agreed to pay you." Eric meant that the beautiful and capable assistant lady was a little embarrassed, but fortunately Eric was just joking. "Don't worry, I'll find Mr. Stark and ask him to pay for it."

The unrelated person exited the cabin, and the transport plane started its engines, dragging a long air current over the airport for some distance before rising into the sky, looking at the departing plane, Pepper silently chanting Tony's name, praying for God to bless him for safety.

Her prayer was very timely, because at this moment Tony. Stark was in desperate need of good luck.

After being badly injured during the attack and in a coma for many days, Tony finally woke up from a heart-wrenching nightmare, the broken bodies of the soldiers and the bloodied doctors were gone, and everything was as unreal as a dream. I opened my eyes and looked at it for a long time. He was lying in a cave, still dressed in his old clothes, but tattered and sour, with a jagged rock wall above him, with only a glimmer of light coming through from the outside, so that he could not see anything clearly.

The humble room was littered with miscellaneous items, and the slightest movement would send dry dust flying everywhere, and a man was shaving his beard with his back to him in the mirror, through the blurred mirror. Tony noticed that it was a middle-aged man with glasses and a bit of a sloppy look, looking like a scholar.

He coughed a few times, pulled a long oxygen tube out of his nasal cavity, and struggled to get the kettle on the nearby table to moisten his throat, his body just moved, his hand was still a foot away from the kettle, and suddenly there was a twitching sensation in his chest, as if a rope was connecting him to the other end. Tony had a bad feeling about this strangeness, and he didn't bother to get the kettle again, and lay back on the spot with a quick breath. Forcefully tearing open his clothes, a metal rod appeared in a pile of tightly bandaged bandages, with wires attached to the outside and the other end deep into his body.

This now makes Tony's heart beat wildly. He couldn't believe it was true, his mind went blank, and he gasped for air. It took a while to be woken up by the man with the glasses.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have worked in vain." The man was no longer shaving, the mirror was in Tony's hand, and he was flipping some kind of food in a small pot, the kind of sauce paste that was not to Stark's taste at first glance, if it had been in the past, Tony would not have even been interested in looking at it, but now the strange aroma had whetted his appetite.

"What did you do?" Tony distracts himself by asking, and he has just woken up with no idea what is going on in the outside world.

"I saved your life." The man said lightly, skillfully shaking the paste in the pot. "I've tried to remove the fragments as much as I can, but they're still a little stuck, they will go through the blood circulation to your heart, and the process usually takes a week......"

"What is this?" Tony interrupted him and asked, pointing to the metal rod on his chest.

The man looked at it, then went back to work.

"Electromagnets." He said. "With the car battery attached, I use it to suck in the shrapnel so that those little things don't get into your heart."

Tony felt the magnet attached to the wire, and was speechless for a long time, and now he finally found that this was a prison, and the person who saved his life was a prisoner of the same identity as him, and several monitors with small red lights flashing in the corner were staring at them closely, and perhaps on the other side of the monitor, a group of ugly and hideous gangsters were discussing whether to steam themselves or barbecue.

"We met once, at a technical conference in Bern." The man said casually.

"I don't remember." Tony thought about it, and he didn't have any memories in his head.

"Of course. If I were to be as drunk as you, it would be difficult to even stand, let alone give a lecture on integrated circuits. The man laughed, and Tony was slightly relieved to see his smile, at least he wasn't an enemy. He knew that he had always been informal, because there were countless things that he had grudged with people with casual words, and in the past, he was behind the Stark Corporation, a large enterprise, but now he was just a lamb to the slaughter to be dealt with, and it would be best to be less hostile.

But he didn't last long, and a strange shout sounded outside the door, and the man immediately put down the pot like an electric shock.

"Stand up." The man whispered. "Follow me—raise your hand."

In danger, Tony had to raise his hands in his position, and as soon as he raised his hands above his head, the door to his cell opened, and a bearded man walked in, surrounded by a group of armed men with guns.

"This is Stark Industries' weapon?" On the transport plane, an officer sat with Eric, next to several heavily armed soldiers, who were supposed to escort the arms to the Central Asian base, and now accepted Pepper's commission to take Eric with him.

"Yes." The officer nodded, his soldier kept staring at Eric, trying to find out what was different from ordinary people, this was because it was a little rare and strange for these guys to stay in the barracks a lot, and the officer was based in New York and was no stranger to mutants, so he felt a little rude for the recklessness of his men, and now hearing Eric's question, he wanted to ease the atmosphere.

"From rifles to missiles, pretty much everything. They are well-behaved and suitable for a variety of environments, and Stark represents the cutting edge of our country's weapons industry, which is why we rushed to find him. ”

"Isn't it to defend freedom and peace?" Eric laughed.

The officer shrugged his shoulders: "Only your stick is thicker than others can keep the peace - Stark often says this, and I think he has a point." ”

Eric smiled, looking out of the side window, now the plane had left the North American Big 6, was heading towards the other side of the Atlantic, when the familiar and vast 6 disappeared from his sight, the magnetic connection was also disconnected one by one, there was no well-designed office building and radio antenna composed of magnetic amplification network, he was quickly weakening, the only thing that could provide him with support was the ring on his tail finger. After getting used to the convenience of enjoying the tools, even Eric was a little uncomfortable when he suddenly left their range of effect.

This discomfort caused a slight change in his expression, which was seen by the officers and caused some kind of misunderstanding.

"I thought only recruits would be reluctant to leave their homes, and it turned out that a big man like you would." The officer laughed and said that he served in the Air Force logistics department, had a high rank but no real power, and in his opinion the guy who could get in and out of Capitol Hill and deal with lawmakers was a big guy - whether he was a mutant or not.

Now it is rare to see the other side of the big man, and both the officer and his soldiers are secretly happy, as if they have accidentally discovered someone else's secret.

This mentality was very interesting and had a positive effect, and although it was only a misunderstanding, it unexpectedly made the atmosphere harmonious, and the soldiers no longer had to hold their rifles to defend themselves.

"Sir, I heard you can control the metal, is that true?" A soldier shouted recklessly, and Eric nodded, causing his dagger to jump out of his belt, and after a few tricks, he returned to its original position.

The soldiers were taken aback a little, and when they saw that there was no danger, they cried out in amazement.

"Can I be a mutant too, I hope to pass through the outer walls of the bank and storm the vault." Another soldier shouted, so immersed in his own world that he completely didn't notice the officer's strange eyes.

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, people who have the ability to pass through walls often face the fate of getting stuck in the wall, and you'd better beg the walls of the bank not to be too thick, or your cries for help will be ignored." The man thought for a moment, and suddenly his face turned pale, and Eric's intimidation dispelled his delusions.

"Mr. Eric", the last soldier's eyes wandered. "I heard that you danced with Miss Susan, the invisible woman in Fantastic Four, and that Ms. Potts just now is also very familiar with you, are you very familiar with them?" He deliberately accentuated his tone at the end, and the soldiers and officers looked at each other, and Eric smiled and diverted the conversation.

After laughing with the soldiers for a while, and taking a few pictures at their request, Eric sat back down.

"In another twenty hours, we will arrive at the Prince Sultan Air Base, where we will soon be at our destination after a transfer, and if you have a good time, it won't be long before you can go back." The officer tried to comfort him, lest he become irritable like a regular soldier on a second mission, and there was no way to avoid the chaos on the plane.

Eric smiled and didn't explain anything, there were people he cared about in that big 6, and now he was working hard for a common future, no matter what twists and turns he went through, he didn't care, how could he be sad.

A day passed quickly, and the plane was already approaching Riyadh. (To be continued!)

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