Chapter 51: Tony Stark's Genius
The terrorists had no intention of beating him. They heard that Tony Stark refused to make a steel suit and left.
"You have spoken in another language these days. Tony Stark has learned Arabic through the previous conversation between Yin Sen and you."
Zod said to the beastly soldiers.
"ah?"
The beast-turned soldiers were shocked, no, someone was so perverted?
Zod also stared at Tony Stark and found that when others were talking to No. 2 Yin Sen, he was not as confused as before, but was thinking about it, and immediately invaded his mind. Then he knew that Tony Stark had learned most of the Arabic.
It was a bit surprising, but it was reasonable to think about it. After all, this is Tony Stark!
So, next, Tony Stark discovered that the terrorists' language had been replaced by words he couldn't understand.
"Hansen, what language are they speaking?"
Tony asked with a frown.
"It should be Hebrew, which is the common language of Israel."
Hansen answered as if he wasn't sure, but in fact he was shocked. Tony Stark actually learned Arabic. After all, he could tell that the terrorists spoke another language.
Not good, this guy is a monster, will he have to change his language a few days later?
Zod was not panicked at all. After using up the languages in the Middle East, you can still use rabbit language, such as the devilish language Xiuzhou dialect, etc. If Tony Stark could even learn that... Then there are also Hunan dialect, Cantonese, Minnan... a lot of languages.
Tony Stark was still very stubborn at first, until he discovered that it had been a day and the terrorists had not arranged food for him, Tony Stark was panicked.
Because he was familiar with this trick, the same was true for the terrorists before. When he asked for red wine steak and cheeseburger instead of this sticky dough, the other party said nothing, but he didn't give him the dough in the next few days. On the fourth day, Tony Stark licked the plate cleaner than a dog.
The taste of hunger is that even people with strong willpower cannot resist eating cotton and soil. They can stuff everything into their stomachs, and even if they die, they can't control so much.
Torture? Zod was afraid that Tony would get sick after a few strokes, and then he would fall into the root of the disease and become a sickly useless person. How could this kind of hunger be punished? It was similar to water beating, but Zod felt that hunger was better.
Anyway, it’s okay to have a few meals hunger. Instead, it can help Tony reduce his belly and detoxify by the way, prevent fatty liver, alcoholic liver, vascular sclerosis, hypertension, and cardiovascular diseases.
After all, the food he eats is high-calorie food and drinks red wine. Red wine is not bad, but if you don’t have any wine, you will be overdose. Eating it for a while is good for physical and mental health.
Tony Stark originally thought he could last longer this time, but he did not undergo systematic hunger training, and instead could not stand the hunger the next day. He was so hungry that he felt uncomfortable. He wanted to stuff everything into his stomach. In desperation, Tony Stark had no choice but to surrender.
Then Zod asked his subordinates to arrange a high-fiber package for him, which would help clear the intestines. Anyway, looking at Tony Starkra's face, he knew that his constipation had been cured for many years.
Zod retracted his gaze at Tony Stark. Anyway, the Black Queen monitored Tony Stark all the time. If something was wrong, you could find out and notify Zod.
Under Zod's arrangement, Bronsky successfully returned to Great Britain and waited for the day when General Ross found him. I don't know how long it would take. The boss's task was probably a long-term task, so Bronsky could only suppress his thoughts.
Zod didn't let the Hulk go. His idea was very good. Since you didn't let me get the Hulk serum head-on, I'll get the Hulk serum in a roundabout way.
Although Ancient One could live until the time when the Chittali invaded New York City, Zod felt that she would not be able to come out again to stop me from getting the Hulk Serum.
Recently, people in New York City often disappear mysteriously, but because those who are missing are people from Hell's Kitchen, they do not attract much attention. After all, there is so chaotic there, and people will die from time to time, which is nothing at all.
However, because Zod had the Black Queen there, he still found some clues. For example, those missing were bulk gangsters selling powder on the streets of Hell Kitchen. At the same time, the Black Queen also found a rapidly moving black shadow from the surveillance.
“Reaper?”
Zod thoughtfully, and could think of many monsters in Hell's Kitchen, black beasts from the hand-joining group, daring man and the enemies of the Punisher, etc., but considering the timeline, the most likely one is probably the Vampire aliens and the Reaper.
He plans to take a look. After all, the R virus of the Reaper variant is also of great research value.
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Hell's Kitchen, night.
In the abandoned subway passage, groups of homeless people wander aimlessly. This situation is also very common in New York, an international metropolis. The brighter the appearance, the more serious the rotten the inside.
When these homeless people need to rest, most of them will gather in parks or waste subways like this. The history of New York subways is very long, so natural, used, and closed subway tunnels will not be in a few. Such places have become natural shelter for these homeless people, and of course they are not all shelters.
This is the abandoned subway tunnel now, with more than a dozen homeless people wandering around. To be precise, they are not wandering around, but arranged in a scattered formation. In front of them, a few neatly dressed guys were checking some people's bodies and then pushing them deeper into the tunnel. However, the homeless people coming out of the room from time to time proved that they were not deadly guys, especially when these pale guys were holding a handful of banknotes in their hands, showing sparse teeth and smiling.
"Brother, it seems like this is your first time selling blood."
Perhaps because he was a little anxious to wait, a thin vagabond patted the shoulders of the tall guy sitting in front of him, found a topic to talk about.
In front of him was a tall guy wearing a ragged windbreaker and a hood. The guy slowly turned his head and showed his appearance that was different from ordinary people. His face was very pale, as if he had never seen the sun. There was no hair on his face, no matter whether it was hair, beard, or eyebrows. His pupils were unreal in this dark environment, but perhaps gray-blue. The strangest thing was that there was a clear mark of the healing of the crack on his chin, as if he had undergone surgery.
Chapter completed!