While Eric is laughing on the plane, the man he is looking for has just undergone a torture, and Tony is once again a prisoner after being escorted back to a dark cave in the sun-drenched valley with a trail of water, but this time not only does he do his duty as a prisoner, but he also has to play the role of an engineer to build a Jericho missile for the kidnappers.

Jericho missile, Tony doesn't know how many people have introduced it, the pride of Stark Industries, the treasure of the Freedom series of weapons, and now it has become a source of suffering for its creators, this contrast is like a son who has always been a thief, he simply doesn't know what to say, his mouth is full of bitter taste.

"I know they're all looking for you, but there are so many caves here, there's no way they can find them." The bespectacled man in the same room whispered to him. "The fruits of your life are in the hands of those murderers, do you want to die here, is this the great Tony. Stark's last act? Or are you doing something about it now? ”

Tony sat on the bed expressionlessly, watching the men who were wrapped in veils and couldn't see their faces walk in, moved all kinds of tools into the prison, and replied indifferently to the man: "They're going to kill me anyway, and you." Even if they don't do anything, I only have a week to live. ”

"So, this week is important for you, isn't it?" The man tried to convince him, but Tony subconsciously avoided his burning gaze and took a deep breath, his heart pounding.

The bandits and ants have a kind of commonality, that is, they are tireless, always in the process of moving, either carrying things, or preparing to carry things, the materials that were originally needed have been roughly complete, but Tony suddenly put forward new requirements.

His explanation was that the conditions were insufficient, so more weapons needed to be dismantled in order to raise parts.

"This will be where I work, with plenty of light and order. It is not allowed to be disturbed by idle people. In addition, I need welding equipment, enough open space, crucibles, and two sets of cutting tools. Tony said as the man with glasses translated for him, and it wasn't until all the demands were met that the cell returned to peace.

Now Tony is soldering the circuit, and as the spot welds again and again, the smoke with the smell of pine rises from time to time.

"How many languages do you speak?" Bored at work, he casually asked the man, who, according to his observations, communicated with the person in a different language. This ability is also rare in Stark Industries - of course, it is also due to his lack of work.

"A lot." The man sighed. "But it's not enough here. They speak Arabic, Urdu, Mongolian, Persian, Russian...... and some I don't understand, so I can only roughly guess what they mean. ”

"Who are they?" Under the lamp, Tony's face was blurred in the smoke.

"Your loyal user, sir." The man laughed sarcastically, and Tony frowned, if it had been before, he would have fought back immediately. But when he was there, he could no longer maintain the aggressive posture of the past.

"They call themselves freedom fighters." The man was a little surprised without waiting for the expected rebuttal, but he was good-natured. I felt that I might have gone too far, so I explained it to him again.

While they were talking, the monitor in the corner flashed red, and the people behind them saw that there was nothing unusual. Let your guard down.

Roughly opening a self-locating smart cannonball, Tony took out a gear-like part inside and left it in the light. It appears silvery shiny.

"What is this?" The man asked.

"Palladium." Tony replied briefly, then added. "Each part contained o.15 grams of palladium, and we needed at least 1.6 grams, so we had to dismantle the remaining 11."

With the man's help, they quickly completed the work, melting it into a liquid with the help of a crucible and pouring it into a container.

"What shall I call you?" Tony asked.

"Ethan." The man replied.

"Nice to meet you."

***

At this point, after a long flight of thirty hours in total, Eric arrived at Tony. Stark's last base before his disappearance, where Tony's friend James Brown. Roddy was waiting for him, he had already participated in many search operations himself, but he had never been able to find a trace, the attackers seemed to be dressed in an Arabian mythological robe, or on a woolen flying carpet that only existed in the Arabian Nights, and disappeared into the air without a trace, despite the military's use of helicopter dragnets and satellite remote sensing.

Now Roddy blames himself very much, if he had put his friend in his military Humvee instead of letting him ride his jolly jeep, maybe these things would not have happened.

Fortunately, Eric's arrival gave him some hope, although Tony doesn't like mutants, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about the abilities of these people, for Eric, who has been in contact, he still put a lot of effort into research, as his best friend Roddy also knows.

"We have no choice, the only hope is to get some clues through the local tribal elders, but they don't trust us and won't fight against those people for money, I can only count on you now, Eric." Roddy was very forthright in telling him about his own predicament.

Eric patted him on the shoulder and asked him not to delay for a moment, and to take him to the scene of the attack first.

The scene was a ruin, the corpses of the soldiers had long been carried away, the wreckage of the burned car was still parked in place, the local wind and sand were so strong that after a few nights they were buried half of their bodies, and they could only lie in the arms of the gravel and complain speechlessly about their suffering.

Eric walked alone among them, closed his eyes and paused for a moment, Roddy looked at him uneasily, until half an hour had passed, and Eric opened his eyes.

"How?" Roddy asked, hopefully, as he was about to think of Eric as a psychic.

"There were a lot of people on the other side, they had a lot of firepower, and most importantly - they were coming straight for Tony." Eric's words were in line with the military's findings, but he didn't actually perceive anything, the first two were based on his observations of the scene, and the latter were the results of what he already knew.

However, Roddy didn't know if he was posturing, or that he urgently needed someone to help him now, so he couldn't care about even if the suspicion was in front of him.

"What should we do?" Roddy asked anxiously, and Eric randomly found a reason to beat him back, and then flew into the sky alone.

On the other side, Tony is close to completing the most important Ming of his life.

One by one, the coils were wound by him, and then put them into the box, and then they were spliced together with the integrated circuit board, and the smoke filled the cell, blurring the vision in the monitor, and people outside could see that he was doing something, but they couldn't see what he was doing, until the work was initially completed, and a spinner gyroscope was held in the palm of his hand.

"It doesn't look like a Jericho missile." Ethan said to himself, he had already thought that Tony would not do what the bandit said, but when he saw this little guy, he was inevitably a little disappointed.

"It's a small nuclear reactor." Tony admired his own creation, the bluish light illuminating his retina. "I have a big one in my house, and the factory relies on electricity to suck up the debris in my body."

"What's the power?"

"If I'm not mistaken, three billion joules per second."

"That's enough for your heart to beat for 15 years."

"That's right, or 15 minutes at more power." Tony's words are meaningful.

Ethan was stunned, and then Tony pulled out a stack of drawings with various parts, some like the shell of a missile, some like some kind of robotic arm, but each drawing was incomplete, only a separate part.

"It's how we get out." As he spoke, Tony pressed it flat, and in the dim light, the various parts of the drawing combined to form a piece of humanoid armor.

"Impressive." Ethan muttered.

"My friend has a weapons company......," Tony's voice suddenly lengthened, his expression a little erratic, but quickly returned to normal. His company's best product was a humanoid armor that was not purchased by the military due to an accident, but it had a lot of interesting designs. It can walk, fly, and fight, and its initial appearance was not very successful, but it was quite good in a later paranormal event...... I've heard a female journalist mention it, so I paid attention to it, and now it's providing me with a lot of inspiration. ”

"Paranormal events?" Ethan has been locked up here lately, and he hasn't heard of the uproar about the West New York Ghost Armor, let alone Pocky. Captain Curtis's Cunzài.

"In short, it will give us hope." Tony carefully removed the electromagnet on his chest and placed the reactor he had just made inside, which was the first and most important core of the plan.

A warm force spread throughout his body, and he breathed slowly, finally without the rapid and slow heartbeat.

Then there was a knock on the door of the cell, and the militants could not be observed by the guò monitors, and their leader immediately came in with men.

The fat bearded man who had been speaking was left behind, replaced by a bald eagle-nosed man, whom Tony and Ethan both remembered, who had been on the edge of the crowd as if he were an inconspicuous minion, who knew he was the commander here.

The bald commander walked up to Tony, looked at the parts on the table, and tapped the light reactor on his chest, but fortunately, he didn't know the technology, thinking that it was a life-saving means instead of electromagnets, so he didn't continue to dig deeper, but made a declaration.

"Bows and arrows were once fearsome weapons. They gave Genghis Khan a territory from the Pacific Ocean to Ukraine, twice the size of Alexander the Great's Greece and four times the size of the Roman Empire, but today, whoever has the latest Stark weapons will be able to rule the land, and now it's my turn. ”

The Commander looked at Tony and gave an ultimatum.

"Before tomorrow, build me a missile."

When the cell was locked back from the outside, Tony and Ethan faced each other, knowing that it was the last safe night. (To be continued!)

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