I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

"The Edwardian sandstorm is still growing, hurry up"

"I'm going too fast and I stepped on the accelerator to the bottom." Edward looked at the GPS in his car and suddenly thought of something. Edward asked, "Where's the patrol team today, Mr. Rhodes?"

Under normal circumstances, Edward is a solo group that acts on his own. On the other hand, Rhodes and the others have to send the helicopter out to fly a few laps every day to find someone. Although they haven't found them for such a long time, everyone's emotions are not high, but they are still continuing.

Edward's side has a similar schedule to that of the patrol team. They have to go out during the day and afternoon. If Edward's side is trapped, something may happen to the other side.

Edward is running on the ground. As long as the wind is not strong enough to blow away the car, he can leave. The helicopter always relies on the engine to drive the rotor to provide lift. In this case, he may not be directly involved.

There was silence over there, and Edward knew the situation.

"They have a problem," Edward asked. "Do you need me to save them?" Edward said, looking at the growing storm and the schematic diagram given to him by the beetle.

Of course, the main reason Edward dared to say this directly was because the beetle had already scanned the signal source of the helicopter 500 meters ahead. Be careful and venture into deadly sandstorms.

As long as you don't take a detour, you will definitely meet them, so if you don't take a favor for nothing, don't take it for nothing.

In the end, Rhodes confirmed the location of the signal source, ensured that Edward would not be involved, and agreed with Edward's actions.

Anyway, Edward was on the way, and the favor was not worth it. Edward let the beetle hide it by himself, and then drove in the direction of the return journey.

There were all kinds of flying sand and rocks along the way, and it was almost impossible to see the road ahead until seeing a huge black shadow blocking the way. Edward communicated to make sure that they were the survivors after the crash, hiding in the helicopter to avoid the wind and sand.

Edward honked the horn.

Immediately, four people gesturing, ran out of the wreckage of the helicopter, and entered the car directly with lightning speed.

Even though the movement was fast, the windows of the car were still crackling and rattling from the flying sand and stones, and the windows on the inside of the car were punched with holes.

When they all came in, they immediately closed the door and shouted.

"Well done Ed" Rhodes shouted happily as he sat in the passenger seat.

"Thank you for your support. God, if you don't come, drive faster, drive faster. There will be a broken piece of wood blown up and smashed over there."

Before he spoke, Edward stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. When he was about to accelerate, the trunk was smashed by the broken wood that had been buried for an unknown number of years.

Simply put, the broken wood had been buried for hundreds of years and lost all the water, so it was extremely fragile. This time the broken wood broke in the middle, leaving a tragic smash mark on the trunk of Edward's little red car.

When Edward rushed into the blockade, the sandstorm outside was even bigger, but inside the blockade, it was a little smaller due to some buildings.

The group didn't run far, so they stayed at the outpost on the side of the blockade to avoid it. Edward also entered the outpost because he saved four people.

This made Edward feel a pity. He originally wanted to go back to work on coding data, but he was left here like that.

Rhodes and the rescued people kept thanking Edward, but Edward took the opportunity to show off his acting skills. He looked out the window with a worried look, "If Mr. Stark is still outside at this time."

Then the atmosphere turned cold.

Edward was finally able to be free, and sat by the window by himself, staring there with a serious face, watching who would run out.

Everyone thought he was waiting for Stark, and was deeply moved by it.

Only the beetles who stayed in the car and hid knew that Edward was calculating the chances of killing the Mandarin at this time, and that the people here couldn't hold on if they were fully equipped.

After half a day, the abnormal sandstorm slowly fell, and at the end, it was the same as the beginning, without any warning, it stopped suddenly.

Rhodes confirmed the situation of each department several times through communication.

Before the wind and sand appeared, when the weather was still very clear, there were no signs of wind and sand or sandstorms today, not at all, and none of the departments detected even half of the signs of sandstorms coming today.

Weirdly unreasonable.

Rhodes and the others were lucky, they met Edward and were brought back.

The Stark Industries and Wayne Group rescue teams were much less lucky, and they didn't come out in disgrace until half an hour after the sandstorm stopped.

The convoy was almost wiped out, and only two cars came back. They were exaggerated in bad shape, and they belonged to the kind that were thrown in the garbage and no one picked them up.

"The convoy was trapped in the middle of the desert. Some people wanted to go out for help, but these people were blown up and disappeared after going out. Later, the wind became stronger and stronger, and some cars were blown up, and quicksand rose on the ground. , someone fell into it, and only we ran out."

Rhodes had a dark face, well, his face was originally black.

Rhode's expression didn't look very good. He was almost killed by the sudden sandstorm and caused the rescue team to suffer casualties of this size. Rhode's mood was very low. Check to see if you can find any clues.

The two rescue teams had deliberately evacuated because of several gun battles. Now that there were such inexplicable casualties, the rescue teams of the two companies could not hold on.

Yesterday, they protested with enthusiasm to narrow down the search area in order to increase the price of the seat. Today, without saying a word, they were sent home in silence, and the plane to take them back to New York flew tomorrow morning.

Rhodes looked at Edward, who also had a bad face, and patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks to you, don't worry too much, go back and rest early, and you will go back with them tomorrow."

"I'm not going back," Edward said hurriedly. "Some people have already evacuated, and there are fewer people searching. I am leaving, and the hope of Mr. Stark leaving is even smaller."

"Edward, you see the danger here."

"This was just an accident. It was just a malfunction in the machine and it was not detected."

Edward originally had a plan: Or take the opportunity to go back, come back in a month, and wait for Stark to run away before saving people.

But after thinking about it, I gave up this plan. The working environment here is indeed much more comfortable than that in New York.

After a week here, the completion efficiency has skyrocketed. It used to be 3 per week, but now it is 9 per week. If I go back at this time, I will be watched by SHIELD, and the progress will be delayed.

Furthermore, the preparations this time were really insufficient. Now that we know that the Mandarin is here, if the Mandarin really comes out, Edward doesn't mind stopping to use the Iron Fist of Justice to take the ring.

Edward had his own considerations, and finally argued again, but Rhodes didn't say anything more. Regarding the rescue team's heavy casualties, his side, Happy's side, and even Wayne's side had to be busy.

They reorganized the manpower and came back. Not to mention organizing a rescue team to rescue the rescue team, they also had to have people debug the machine to find out the reason for the sudden appearance of the sandstorm. They really didn't have time to entangle with Edward for too long.

Edward stayed, but the itinerary for the next few days was changed by Rhodes, and he was not going to be let out for the next few days. After all, everyone had to guard against the sudden sandstorm.

Edward also protested symbolically. Although the beetle had already recorded the energy index, if it reappeared, Edward would be able to run ahead of time.

Can go, but don't have to.

Edward protested and showed his eagerness to save people, and turned around to busy with his own affairs.

Western Europe, Hydra's secret base.

In the test field, the faint blue energy laser beams were continuously emitted, and a group of staff members communicated and recorded with each other in small groups to adjust the energy output power.

Standing behind all the staff, a one-eyed, bald man in black clothes watched all this quietly. He was the owner of the base, Baron Sterak.

"Sir, there is news from the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch that Dupont has disappeared after a rash attack attempt despite orders."

"Huh, those trash from the SHIELD branch can make DuPont act without authorization under the nose. Old Zemo is too confused to really believe such a guy." Baron Starack snorted coldly.

The people who made the report in front of him did not dare to answer. They just stared at the document in their hands: Yuanxing Project Enchanted Portal.

"Ignore him. If the SHIELD branch can't cope with SHIELD, there's no need to exist. Magic Portal, huh, I didn't agree with this plan at the beginning. They insist on going their own way and want me to deal with the aftermath if something goes wrong. The magic portal project is on hold, and relevant staff are deployed to analyze mutant genes."

"By the way, how is the development of my gauntlet going?"