In the bright and spacious Stark Group office, a burly figure in a suit stood in front of the window. The door was knocked, and the bald man with a gray beard turned around. He slightly squinted his eyes against the light.
A black woman walked in, wearing a smart security uniform. After she walked in, she nodded slightly to the bald man. Visible to the naked eye, the bald man relaxed.
"Mr. Obadiah, what we promised you has been completed. Where is your reward?" the black woman said.
"Don't worry, I have to hear the news of Tony's death before I pay." Obadiah raised his chin, his face with grooves and grooves sinking in the shadows, like the mysterious and dark backside of the moon.
"He is dead." The black woman raised the communicator in her hand and said: "The Ten Rings Gang is not a vegetarian. They prepared a large number of explosives and ambush on the road that Tony Stark must pass. The car drove up, and then
'BOOM'..."
The black woman raised her hand and made an explosive gesture, but she did not see the dim light in Obadiah's eyes.
Suddenly there was a knock on the office door again. The black woman suddenly turned around and narrowed her eyes vigilantly. Obadiah stretched out a hand to signal her to be calm and lowered his voice and said, "Maybe Pepper notified me to participate."
Board of Directors."
"It's more likely that they came to announce the death to you." The black woman raised one corner of her mouth and showed a proud smile.
But at this time, the person who appeared outside the door was not a secretary in a suit, but a security guard in a security uniform. Obadiah snorted with some dissatisfaction and said, "What's wrong? Why can't I call you?"
"Sorry, Mr. Obadiah, the secure communication satellite phone you designated received a call from an unknown number. We are not sure whether we can use ordinary electronic communication methods to notify you. Do you want to go to the security department in person?"
Obadiah frowned deeply. Regardless of the security guard's expression, the black woman stepped forward and slammed the door. She turned around and stared at Obadiah and said, "It could be Tony Stark's."
You cannot answer the emergency call."
Obadiah showed a hesitant expression, and the black woman stepped forward and said: "You have taken this step, sir, there is no turning back. If Tony Stark survives, he will not let you go.
"
"He doesn't know..."
"He will always know."
Obadiah took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders slightly, and seemed to have made a decision in his heart. He asked the black woman to open the door, looked at the security guard and said, "Where does the communication signal come from?"
"Within the United States, sir."
Obadiah completely relaxed. He looked at the black woman and said, "Maybe it's an equipment manufacturer I secretly contacted before. You know, some equipment needs to go through the Mexican port."
After finishing speaking, he straightened his suit and tie, quickly walked out of the door, took the elevator to the Security Department.
The satellite phone was being put on hold. The moment Obadiah picked up the phone, he heard a deep voice coming from the other side.
"He knows."
"Du-du-du-"
The phone was hung up.
Obadiah's hand holding the phone receiver suddenly had veins. He turned to look at the black woman who was following him, stared at her with a vicious look and said: "Tony Stark is not dead! Some people say he knows!"
"Who said that?!" The black woman rushed over and took a look at the phone number. Unfortunately, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was a masked virtual number, making it difficult to trace the source.
Obadiah pursed his lips tightly, and the flesh on his cheeks drooped, making him look even more gloomy. He took a deep breath, and his bulging chest almost burst his suit.
Without stopping for too long, Obadiah pushed the black woman away and walked out. He turned back and said to her: "Compared to me, Tony will not let go of the murderer who directly attacked him. If he comes back alive, one of you will
You can’t even run away!”
Watching Obadiah's disappearing back, the black woman could no longer pretend to be calm. Her fingertips began to tremble. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and said something that Americans could not understand.
In dialect, he quickly walked out of the building.
In the office on the other side, Pepper tossed her hair back and put the phone to her ear. She heard the familiar voice of Stark coming from the opposite side. She said with some confusion: "Tony, what's wrong? Inspection in Afghanistan."
Didn’t it go well?”
The voice on the other side sounded a little noisy, but Stark's voice still came clearly: "It's nothing, the inspection went very well, I just... I just suddenly want to hear your voice, please do your business."
"What's wrong? Tony?" Pepper's tone became a little anxious, and she said: "You're so noisy over there, what are you doing? Oh my god! Are you shaking? What's wrong with you, Tony!"
Tell me quickly!"
Pepper heard Tony on the opposite side take a deep breath and say in the calm tone that Pepper had heard countless times: "We just experienced an attack... Oh my god, my god, Pepper, don't get excited.
, listen to me, listen to me!”
"It was very dangerous at the time. Our car overturned and many people threw bombs to bomb us. But luckily we met a mercenary named Eric and he saved me."
"I just got into a car we found locally and am heading towards the town. It was a little scary just now, but I'm definitely not scared. I'm just calling you...forget it, it's nothing. I'll hang up first.
Already."
Ignoring Pepper's anxious shouting, Stark hung up the phone. He took a deep breath, squeezed the phone and closed his eyes. Eric, who was driving, turned to look at him worriedly and said: "
Are you okay? Tony, is she your girlfriend?"
"No, it's not." Stark looked a little flustered. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the bottom of his nose, sniffed again and said, "Not yet."
Eric smiled brightly and said: "It seems that it will be true soon. People will always instinctively think of important people when they are dying. It seems that the moment the missile flies towards you, she
It stayed in your mind for at least one second."
"Nothing." Stark then denied. He put his elbows on the open car window, pretended to be relaxed and turned his head to look out the window. He changed the subject somewhat bluntly and said: "You said you were working as a mercenary here.
So which country are you from?"
Stark tilted his head and did not see the gloom in Eric's eyes. Eric took his hands off the steering wheel and put them down again, and said: "Wakanda, I'm from Wakanda."
Stark took his sunglasses down a little and looked at Eric from the top of his glasses, with undisguised surprise in his eyes. Eric shrugged helplessly and said, "What? Don't I look like him?
"
"No offense, but I thought you would be, uh, a little more high-tech."
"This is a common misunderstanding that people have about Wakanda." Eric smiled and said: "In fact, high technology is only in the hands of the royal family. Although ordinary people are relatively wealthy, they do not have the ability to use lethal force."
After hearing this, Stark was silent for a while and said: "You know what? Eric, this journey shocked me a lot. I didn't expect that the weapons I developed after listening to Obadiah's words would actually be used by
It makes absolutely no sense to use it in a place like this!"
Stark's tone revealed disappointment. Seeing the curiosity in Eric's eyes, he explained: "Obadiah is my uncle. He was the best person to me after my father died. He wanted me to
Researching a lot of weapons and selling them to the military or other people, I don’t know how many people I indirectly killed in this way, I just feel that I can’t go on like this.”
Eric didn't say anything, he just reached out and patted Stark's shoulder, but suddenly the hand he pressed on the steering wheel suddenly exerted force, and he made a sharp turn, causing Stark's forehead to hit the side of the car window.
.
"God! What's wrong?"
"Boom boom boom!"
"Damn! They are here again!!!" Eric shouted while controlling the car to avoid the missile attack: "The firepower is stronger than before. Who are these people?! Why have I never been here?
Seen it before?!"
"They are coming for me!" Stark struggled to hold on to the armrest next to the car and roared amidst the gunfire: "The Stark Group has many enemies, and they all want to kill me!"
"Bang! Bang bang!"
In order to avoid the bombardment of the nearby artillery shells, Eric had to turn the wheel desperately. The tires of the car pressed on a small raised soil slope. The high-speed turning made the car's center of gravity even more unstable. With a "bang", the car was off-road.
The car rolled over directly, and the two people in the car were hit with severe head injuries.
Lying on the steering wheel, gasping in pain, Eric reached out to touch the gun beside him, but the next second the thicker muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head, and Eric could only slowly let go of the hand.
He raised his hands above his head.
The car was pushed upright, and Eric and Stark were pulled out of the car together. Just as Stark was about to say something, someone put on a black hood.
Eric lowered his eyes, obviously confused.
It's one thing to save the world's richest man in a sudden attack with moderate firepower, but it's another thing to be kidnapped with him to an unknown location.
Eric knew very well that the firepower of the first attack was enough to kill a helpless rich man, but it was nothing to mercenaries like them who had been hanging around here all year round. But once Stark was rescued
, he has an opportunity to go to the lighthouse country and fly as high as the sky, with low investment and high returns.
But now the situation is stronger than human beings. The other side has subdued the two of them. If he is taken away with Stark, Stark is the richest man in the world, and the other side can kidnap him for ransom. He is just a mercenary, and the other side will only think that he is a mercenary.
As the rich man's bodyguard, he has no use value at all, and his death is inevitable.
Eric's hesitation caused him to miss the best opportunity to speak, and he was also put on a hood and stuffed into the car.
From the actions of this group of people, Eric discovered that they were probably not ordinary terrorists, because the car kept spinning in a certain area, and even he, who was experienced, could not determine where the car finally stopped.
Eric finally made up his mind. The moment the car door opened, the miniature thermal dagger that had been hanging on his wrist like an ornament popped out and instantly cut the rope that bound his hands. Eric waved hard,
The sharp edge of the dagger grazed the throat of the terrorist who opened the car door.
The moment it touched the skin, the laser energy surged, and it cut off the opponent's head as smoothly as softened butter. The other terrorists were stunned by this scene and were stunned for a few seconds.
Eric kicked down the driver who had just got out of the car and drove away. The bullet behind him only raised a puff of smoke behind the car but failed to stop him from leaving.
Stark, who had been dragged out of the car, seemed to feel what had happened. The hands tied behind his back were squeezed tightly, and despair flooded his heart.
He was dragged forward staggeringly. After walking for about ten minutes, he felt the light in front of him change from bright to dark. The next second, he was pushed by a pair of big hands and fell straight to the ground.
.
He heard English with a strong accent ringing in his ears. The general idea was that Tony Stark was a scientist and had invented many powerful weapons. He must continue to develop weapons for them here, otherwise he would be dead.
After the rustling sound, the group of people left. Stark found that the rope binding his hands was loose. He tried hard to open the restraints and tried to pull off the hood around his neck.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands pressing his neck. Stark struggled desperately, but he did not feel the other party's force. Soon he heard a gentle voice:
