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Chapter 11 If there is no accident, there should be an accident.

Hawkeye, who watched the whole battle, sent back several messages.

Nick Fury, who was finally preparing to go to bed early for a day, got up again and turned on four cameras that could see the battle scene to play the battle scene simultaneously.

This guy's combat effectiveness must definitely be re-evaluated. His previous behavior of calling the police may also be a test for us. If ordinary police came, maybe he would do it himself?
People are very complicated, the Avengers plan is very important, and the selection of candidates naturally needs to be evaluated repeatedly.

Unlike the nerve-wracking Nick Fury, Natasha is currently at the Hydra base where Arachne is being trained.

A black tight-fitting combat uniform, widow's sting on the wrist, and two guns on the waist.

Click, there was a light sound, and the ventilation duct grid was suddenly and lightly removed.

Crack, the genuine black widow landed!
Some, like the bases of early nuclear response facilities, are still patrolled in the middle of the night.

But for a master like the Black Widow, there is no need for a defense map or a building structure map. As long as you know the location, the information inside is at your fingertips.

What's more, this time she still has a road map based on Judd's implanted signal transmitter.

The black widow, like a real spider, silently bypassed all the patrolling soldiers and approached the core area.

Electronic locks……

It is a troublesome thing to insert the card first and then enter the password.

If you don't insert the ID card, you won't be able to power on at all. If you want to crack it, you can only...

It's hard.

Maybe not.

A person dressed as a researcher walked over from another direction, and didn't even see the black widow who had already used physical skills to hang above his head.

As soon as he opened the door, he was knocked out by the black widow and stuffed it into the ventilation duct.

The inside of the electronic door suddenly opened up, and the black widow didn't stay too long at all. A hook shot out from the widow's sting, and she was pulled up to the ceiling of this space.

The top is a vertical and horizontal steel frame structure, which is very suitable for hiding and observing.

Now her goal is to find the most geographically important laboratory, or information repository.

It is clear at a glance that there is only one project in this place, which is the woman in the red tights I saw a few days ago.

How are the test equipment, experimental equipment, and extraction equipment similar to the equipment in the research bases of S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Is it the same equipment in the same world?
Black Widow chose a route guided by intuition, and easily arrived at this most remote laboratory, which is the place with the most similar computer equipment.

Black Widow inserted the prepared USB flash drive into the computer, and when the screen turned green, a self-made software within S.H.I.E.L.D. automatically started.

Black Widow skillfully chose to cut the data and move it all to the USB flash drive.

With this convenient thing, you don’t need to squat here and type the code yourself.

Soon the screen will show that the information transfer is complete.Black Widow calmly unplugged the USB flash drive.

Just after unplugging the USB flash drive, the words information retrieval appeared on the screen...

not good.

The Black Widow quickly deduces a shortest route through her space conception ability.

Click, the hook lock was thrown out in an instant, and the black widow directly climbed up to the steel frame structure of the dome, took out the pistol at her waist, a few silenced gunshots, and damaged the motor of the ventilation duct.

Black Widow slipped a shovel into the gap of the stalled fan blades and sprinted along the ventilation duct.

Find the place where you came in and leave quietly.

It is basically a textbook sneak.

mission completed.

Meanwhile, it was nine thirty in the morning in Afghanistan.

On the plane, Tony and Rhodes watched the stewardess pole dance and drank together.Finally did not resist.

After sleeping for a while, he was finally about to start his work.

After all, Afghanistan time was eight hours, three and ten minutes earlier, and it wasn't fully light when Tony arrived.

Rhodes and Tony, who were resting fairly well, disembarked at Bagram Air Force Base.

Immediately, the Humvee convoy, which had been prepared long ago, escorted the two to a heavily guarded testing ground near Khulna Province.

Rhodes stood among the generals and VIPs, while Tony walked to a place not far from the missile vehicle and began to introduce the Jericho missile system for this experiment.

"There's an old question," Tony said, "is it better to be feared or respected? Wouldn't it be a little too much for me to say I want both?"

"With that in mind," Tony continued, "I present to you the latest addition to Stark Industries' Liberty Weapons line, which shines like a crown jewel. It is the first batch to utilize our exclusive repulsion technology missiles. We like to call this technology RT, and it’s a major breakthrough in both energy control and guidance.”

He presses a button on the remote control, and the missile flies into the air.The rocket arced gracefully toward a nearby rocky mountain.

"Just fire one of these treasures," Tony said, "and I guarantee the enemy will be scared out of the cave. Please consider the power of Jericho."

As soon as his words fell, the Jericho missile split from one into several small missiles.These missiles hit the mountain, and with a deafening roar, the mountain was blown into ruins.

Dust was flying in front of Tony and the generals.Tony still had a smile on his face, and the sudden shock wave didn't make him panic.

When the smoke cleared, most of the mountain had disappeared.The generals and Afghan government officials nodded and chatted in whispers, marveling.

"Gentlemen," Tony said, "Stark Industries operators are waiting for your orders." He stepped off the stage and walked over to where Rhodes was standing.

"I think it's a good show," Tony whispered to his friend.

Rhodes was about to say something, but Tony had already picked up the satellite video call.He pressed a button, and Obadiah Stane's weary face appeared on the screen.

"Obie, what are you doing so late?" Tony asked.

"I can't sleep without knowing what's going on," Stanley replied. "How's it going?"

Stark grinned and said, "I think Christmas has come early."

"That's great," Stanis said sleepily.

"Why aren't you wearing the pajamas I gave you?" Tony asked.

"Good night, Tony," Stane said, and hung up.

Tony handed the phone to Rhodes, and then walked towards a line of soldiers waiting beside the Humvee convoy.

"Okay," Tony said, "now who wants to ride in the same car as me?"

Looking at a soldier's name tag next to him, he asked, "Jimmy?"

Jimmy asked brightly, "Is that me?" The two soldiers with him—Ramírez and Pratt, judging from their name tags—nodded.

Tony and the three soldiers got into the car.Rhodes was also about to come in, but Tony stopped him.

"Sorry," he said, "it's the 'Happy Hummer,' and the 'Boring Hummer' is in the back."

Rhodes looked at him in confusion and annoyance. "It's really yours." Rhodes said.

Tony gladly accepted his compliment. "See you at the base."

Rod walked to the other car and Tony closed the door.

Ramirez turned up the volume on the stereo, and their Humvee roared into the desert.

Tony looked out the Humvee window at the desolate landscape of Afghanistan that scurried by.

The cabin was cramped and hot, making people sweat, which was completely different from the luxurious air-conditioned cars Tony was used to.

He straightened the collar of his expensive suit and glanced at the three soldiers who were traveling with him.

None of them seemed bothered by the heat or the potholes, but they were sweating profusely beneath their thick gear.

"Why does it feel like I'm being detained in a court-martial, and I'm about to collapse as soon as I stop?" After a while, Tony said, "Aren't you allowed to talk, Forrest Gump?"

"No," Jimmy replied, "we can talk."

"I see, you don't want to talk to me." The glass in Tony's hand was still shaking ice cubes and whiskey.

Ramirez gave Tony a quick smile and said, "I think the boys might just be scared."

Tony nearly jumped out of his seat. "My God, you're a woman!" he blurted out.

The other two soldiers laughed.

Tony's face turned red, and he couldn't help but sit up straight.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice, but isn't that what we fight here for? To ensure equal rights for all. I must have thought you were a soldier first."

He smiled at Ramirez, but the latter just shook his head.

"I'm a pilot," Ramirez replied.

"Oh, then your figure is really good, I can't help but stare at you, is this normal?" Tony said.

The three soldiers inside the humvee all laughed.

Seeing the cheerful atmosphere, Tony also smiled and said, "Is that right!"

Jimmy, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around: "Sir, I have a question."

Tony replied without thinking: "Of course you can have questions, just ask."

Jimmy asked with bright eyes: "I heard that all the models on the cover of Maxim magazine for twelve months have slept with you?"

"The question is good, part of it is correct." Tony took off his sunglasses and replied as if standing in front of the camera, "The model in March conflicts with my schedule, and the cover model in December is twins. Are there any questions?"

Pratt raised his hand like a schoolboy waiting for a teacher to ask a question.

"Are you kidding? Why are you raising your hand?" Tony laughed.

"Mr. Stark," Pratt asked, "may I take a picture with you?"

"Of course," Tony said, before adding, "But don't post it on your personal social media page."

Pratt smiled and squeezed closer to Tony, and Jimmy took a photo of them together with a digital camera.

Tony unbuckled his seatbelt and put his arm around Pratt's shoulders, and Jimmy made a peace gesture.

Just then, a huge explosion overturned their car.

Tony watched through the windshield as a huge fireball blasted the Humvee in front of them out of the dusty driveway.

Tony was slammed to the side, and his gaze fell on the right side mirror just in time to see that the Humvee behind them also exploded.

Tony's Humvee was caught between two burning vehicles and had to stop.The gunshots rattled the Humvee's windows.

"Rod's right," thought Tony. "We should be doing a demonstration in Nevada."

"Stay in the car!" Pratt ordered.He squeezed out of the humvee with Ramirez and Jimmy, ready for battle.

No sooner had they left than there was another explosion, sending dust into the air.

Tony peered out the window to see what was going on.

Soldiers took defensive positions and fired through the smoke from the explosion.

One of the soldiers ran into the billowing smoke, trying to secure the Humvee's position.

Tony leaned down.Just then, another explosion shook the car and shattered the window above his head.

A shower of glass rained down on Tony's two-hundred-dollar hair.

Knowing he was doomed if he stayed in the car, he climbed over the seat and escaped through the door on the far side.

Tony staggers across the rugged desert, looking for a place to hide.

The smoke irritated his eyes, and the sound of the gunfire echoed above his head.The whole convoy stopped, they were stuck.

Something fell nearby with a soft thud.

That was an unexploded rocket-propelled grenade!!!
Tony stared dumbfounded at the message printed on it: USM 11676 - Stark Arms.

The enemy is attacking him with a weapon made by his company! Tony turns and runs, thinking, "Hope that's a dud! Hope it's..."

Too bad Stark produced no duds.

Wilshere gun shop, new morning, looking at the bright sunshine, John muttered to himself: "If there is no accident, Tony Stark should have an accident."

(End of this chapter)