At the junction of the mountains in Afghanistan and Kanan, a team of fully armed military vehicles slowly drove on the sandy road in the mountains. From time to time, people passing by the mountain people who were running in awe looked at the machine guns above the front and back military vehicles in awe, and guessed in their hearts which big man was coming.

“Backinblack

Ihitthesack

IvebeentoolongImgladtobeback[IbetyouknowIm”

Heavy metal rock music roared out from a small tape recorder in the back seat of the car. The tape recorder swayed left and right as the car body swayed, as if dancing with a beat. Next to it was a mustache with a glass of sunglasses, and the ice cubes in the glass occasionally hit the wall of the cup, making a series of crisp sounds. His suit and tie dressing and casual style were very inconsistent with the soldiers who looked serious and silent in the other people in the car.

Looking at the young man next to him secretly glanced at him, Tony couldn't help it. He was warmly treated by a group of people everywhere he ate, drink, and had suddenly entered the serious army and felt unusually uncomfortable.

"Why do I feel like I'm going to be pushed to the military court? This is simply terrible. What am I doing wrong? Did you break me if you get off the car?" Tony turned to look at the young man beside him and said, "Hey, man, are you being banned? Why don't you say a word?"

"You can speak, sir!" The young man's eyes were erratic, obviously not thinking about it.

"Oh, that's why you don't want to talk to me?" Tony spread his hands.

"No, sir, you scared them!" The front driver suddenly jammed in.

"Oh, my God, you actually made it a woman." Tony was shocked when he heard the woman's voice. The playboy's talent for picking up girls was immediately activated, and he said casually: "Sorry, I shouldn't say that, but shouldn't there be soldiers in the military camp?"

"I'm a pilot, sir!"

"Oh, you have a really good figure. I can't stop my eyes from staring at you!" Tony smiled and said, "Okay, it's normal for me to speak like this!"

The three people in the car showed unconcealed smiles on their faces.

That's right, this is the image of Tony Stark in the eyes of ordinary people, geniuses, scientists, millionaires and playboys! Of course, the people are still the identity of playboys. However, at this time, it is obvious that the millionaire's communication skills are playing a role, and the embarrassing atmosphere in front of them can be completely resolved in just a few words.

"Sir, I have a question to ask you!" The soldier in the co-pilot turned his head and looked at Tony.

"Please say!" Tony raised his wine glass and said with a relaxed expression.

"Listen to the entertainment news, the cover girl of Magazine's twelve months ago has all slept with you?" The soldier in the passenger's eyes emitted the gossip light, waiting for Tony to answer with anticipation.

"The problem is good, but there is a little error!" Tony took off his sunglasses and raised his chin slightly. His calm expression revealed his implicit pride. He said: "The cover girl in March has a little conflict with my schedule, but fortunately, the cover girl in December is twins."

Everyone laughed.

"Are there any other questions?" Tony glanced at the people and said, "Hey, buddy, let go of his hands, don't be stupid, what are you raising your hands here."

The young man didn't care about Tony's kind mockery, and looked at him with a nervous look, "Can you take a photo with you?"

"Okay, no problem!"

The young man was very happy, and quickly took out the camera and handed it to the soldier in the passenger seat and said, "Hurry, just press the shutter, don't change the settings!"

Tony glanced at the classic scissors hand stretched out next to him, and complained weakly: "Yes, peace, I love peace. If peace comes, I will be unemployed!"

The young man next to him urged his companion to press the shutter quickly no matter what Tony was saying.

"Click."

The moment the soldiers pressed the shutter, the two military vehicles in front and behind were like bombs controlled by remote control, and instantly exploded in pieces. The huge fireball enveloped Tony's military vehicles.

The driver stepped on the brake like a conditioned reflex, and hurriedly opened the car door and rushed out with a gun.

"Swoosh swish swish swish..."

"Ah!" The driver didn't even buy a step, and the bullet hit the ground and suddenly rushed to the ground without any sound.

"Jimmy, stay to protect Mr. Stark!" The soldier in the co-pilot roared, crawled out of the car in a hurry, and covered the front of the machine gun loading vehicle as usual training.

I heard a loud "dang" sound, and the soldier's upper body instantly exploded into powder in front of Stark's eyes.

"Barrett!" Tony's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his mind was shocked. As an arms dealer and weapon expert, he knew the effect and model of this weapon. He wanted to raise the gun so strongly, but he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to!

"Bastard!" The young man's eyes suddenly turned red, he roared angrily, kicked open the car door and jumped down, picked up the submachine gun and ran away.

"Wait, at least leave me a pistol!" Tony said in a panic.

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of "touching" and the car door was instantly sieve. Tony looked at the young man who couldn't afford it. He knew that he shouldn't be in the car anymore.

From time to time, the screams of mortars and the shocks caused by violent explosions made Tony tinnitus and his head dizzy. But now he didn't care about these things, his mind was blank, and his instinct to avoid good and bad luck was moving forward, which kept running towards safe places.

The scream of the shells that were so close to him made Tony clear his mind. His eyes swept away the color on his face and his feet were desperate to pounce on the low-lying area.

"boom-!"

A huge fireball swept around. Tony shrank his body hard behind a strip of rock, gritted his teeth and endured the flames licking his skin. He quickly took out his cell phone and called for help.

"Oh—bang! Didi..."

A shell was hitting Stark's feet, and the red light was dodging rapidly. Stark's face showed a look of panic, and he got up in a hurry, trying to escape his life. He knew very well how powerful the Stark industrial bomb was marked with the Stark's feet.

However, it was too late. As soon as Tony got up, a violent explosion lifted him from the front, throwing him more than ten meters away on the sand. Fortunately, this did not cause too much impact on Stark's body. However, the sharp single piece still penetrated his bulletproof suit, causing him fatal damage.

Stark twisted his neck and finally fainted-

The battleground between the two sides was 30,000 meters above the battlefield, and the Polaris battleship was floating tightly in the air while hiding.

Wang Zheng sat in the living room that had been renovated several times. He turned around and looked at the space that had been built at least ten times more than a dozen times. He smiled and said, "After studying it for so long, the space technology has finally been perfect!"

Jin Liuniang sat opposite, crossed her legs and looked at the senior cadres nearby who were chatting and drinking, and smiled and said, "Today, all the senior cadres are here, it's really rare!"

Wang Zheng smiled and was in a very good mood.

It has been seven or eight years since I arrived at the Iron Man plane. This is the first time that all the senior cadres have been gathered together. This reminds Wang Zheng of the way they were when they worked together before.

"Sir!" Lucy, with long hair, turned her head and looked at the big screen in front of her, and said, "Is Tony Stark really good? It may not last long to see how he looks!"

Wang Zheng smiled and waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, as the protagonist of this world, it's so easy to die."

"Sir, I don't understand very much!" Tom scratched his head in wonder, glanced at Jerry, who was also in the same question mark, and said, "We are much stronger now than before. Why do we still need these refugee-like bandits to do these things? Isn't it even more foolproof to take action by ourselves?"

Wang Zheng smiled without saying a word, turned to look at Furik, who was sitting not far from Tom with a calm expression on his face, and raised his chin slightly.

Freck gently lowered his wine glass and said in a slight voice: "This is actually a matter of degree. We cannot guarantee that these shrapnel can be inserted into Tony Stark's heart just right without affecting his life. We cannot guarantee that he can create inspiration for the creation of steel armor in the siege scene we provide. We cannot guarantee that he cannot track down our information in some way. In short, we cannot create this coincidence that has led to the steel armor, and we are not sure to achieve the level in the original plot."

"So why not give them to the original makers? I just need the first-generation experimental questions and the core of the operating procedures. With the assistant-level eyeliner of Dr. Ethan, I understand that everything he does is not very simple?" Furyk spread his hands and continued: "Besides, we don't need to waste so much resources for this plan. Let's not talk about the messy language. The personnel losses caused by Stark's breakthrough are a big waste!"

The few people who said this long passage nodded, but Tom Jerry still looked confused.

Wang Zheng sighed helplessly and said to the two big men: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore, just follow the orders!"

"Yes!" Tom suddenly realized, touched his head and nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!