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A dark, stuffy workshop.

"what's your name?"

"Ethan."

"Ethan," repeated an unshaven man with an iron bump on his chest connected to a dozen wires that extended to a portable power supply.

"I'm glad to meet you." The man said.

He is the target of Zhang Ming's rescue, the c-protagonist of the Marvel world, Tony Stark, the future Iron Man.

Ethan is a thin, middle-aged man wearing glasses, a dirty suit and vest, and a bald head.

The two of them are now grasshoppers on the same body. They were both captured by the Ten Commandments Gang and asked them to create a powerful missile called "Jericho".

Among them, Ethan is half a "senior". He was caught a while ago. The iron bump on Tony's chest is his masterpiece. He used a portable battery to save Tony's life.

"What is this?"

Ethan watched Tony use a few grams of palladium and a pile of scrap metal to assemble a gadget that emitted a blue light. "It can look nothing like the Jericho missile."

"Because it's not at all. This is the Ark Reactor, and there's a bigger one downstairs that powers my factory." Tony held up the Ark Reactor, and the despair in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"What can it be used for?"

"It can stop the shrapnel from continuing to flow to the heart, so I don't have to carry this broken battery all day long."

"this one?"

"Also." Tony licked his lips, and a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face, "If I'm not wrong - and usually I am not wrong - this little guy can produce three thousand joules of energy per second. energy."

Ethan quickly calculated: "That will keep your heart beating for fifty lifetimes."

"Or let some big guy run it for 15 minutes."

Tony covered more than a dozen drawings together at the same time. Under the sub-yellow light, the papers overlapped each other, and their unrelated parts intertwined, eventually forming a thick, terrifying mechanical monster.

"I call it Mark."

Tony turned his head and looked at Ethan. The gloom in his eyes was swept away, and there was a light called "hope" flashing in them.

At the same time, it took Zhang Ming and Abu two days to finally arrive at a small town in the southeastern suburbs of Afghanistan.

Abu picked up the map and said: "After the town, there is a desert and there are no roads. Go further south and cross the border, which is Pakistan. I will wait for you in the town for a week. If you need any help, , just call me.”

Zhang Ming nodded, and the two hugged. After thanking Abu again for his help, Zhang Ming drove to the desert alone.

The car under his butt was no longer the original one. Zhang Ming encountered four robberies along the way. On the second time, their car was hit by a grenade and turned into a ball of fire.

When Zhang Ming got Tony's position from Obadiah, and then used editing to erase this process, it stands to reason that Obadiah should have thought that Zhang Ming was heading towards a city called Nusse.

But Obadiah was too cautious. He set up a dragnet in both directions, one true and the other false, in order to eliminate all hidden dangers.

Looking back on the hardships along the way, without the help of editors and Abu, Zhang Ming would have died countless times. Fortunately, he survived and is no longer the weak otaku who gets dizzy just by looking at blood.

Following the GPS, Zhang Ming drove to the location in his memory.

About two hours later, he stopped the car, armed with a pistol, and walked to his destination.After nearly an hour, he finally saw the light of the fire.

Nights in the desert are often colder than in the city. Three men with Eastern European faces gathered around the fire to keep warm. They spoke with accents that Zhang Ming couldn't understand, laughing and talking loudly. The pungent wine could be smelled from a distance. taste.

Behind the three men were several low hills, which formed a natural basin. There were a large number of weapons placed on the flat ground, including firearms and bullets for individual combat, as well as many marked with There are explosives with danger symbols, and Zhang Ming also sees missiles in the far corner.

They placed these dangerous things in the open air. In this place with very little rainfall all year round, they had no fear that the rain would destroy the weapons.

Zhang Ming noticed that most of these weapons had the "Stark Industries" logo.

Being kidnapped by a group of terrorists using weapons made by himself, Zhang Ming found it hard to imagine Tony Stark's state of mind at this time.

Beyond the piles of weapons is a deep cave entrance, where Tony Stark is.

Zhang Ming took out a stand-alone camera from his bag, climbed up a dry tree, fixed it on resin, and camouflaged it, aiming the camera in the direction of the cave.

Then Zhang Ming did not stay any longer and walked for another hour before returning to the car.

The next morning, Zhang Ming turned on his computer and received the signal from the camera. He just stared at the screen until noon.

About fifty to sixty people.

The cave is dark, and the terrorists are not as disciplined as soldiers, so they will always come out to bask in the sun.Zhang Ming calculated the approximate number of people after comparing them one by one, and thought about how to rescue Tony Stark.

"First...the most important thing is to save your life."

Zhang Ming set the main tone. With his life gone, there was no need to think about returning home.

"Secondly, keep Tony Stark alive."

According to the development of the plot, even if Zhang Ming does nothing, Tony Stark will create a Mark Generation steel suit and successfully escape from trouble, but Zhang Ming's participation may cause changes.

There are good and bad variables. If Iron Man is killed first without doing anything, Zhang Ming doesn't know how the Marvel plot will unfold later. The "audience" hiding behind the screen will probably be killed directly. he.

"Finally, the point is that it is enough to commit suicide, has explosive points, and deceives... to attract a lot of attention."

Zhang Ming almost went crazy because he relied on editing to survive every day.

The wound will disappear, but the pain of the bullet penetrating the body will still remain in his memory. Zhang Ming often wakes up from nightmares. If this continues, he is afraid that he will awaken some kind of terrible habit.

Acquire new abilities quickly.

"The host can make a video of the recent time travel experience and upload it in a serialized format." Little TV reminded.

Zhang Ming also has this idea and is sorting out relevant materials these days. Too many things have happened these days:

Visiting Obadiah alone, traveling across Afghanistan with Abu, thrilling battles with gangsters, and the exotic scenery of a strange country... these are all good materials.

He glanced at the computer screen again. The camera faithfully recorded every move of the Ten Commandments Gang.

The Ten Rings Gang believes that no one can find this corner, not to mention that there are so many armed organizations in this country that no one will mess with them.

If you attack a group of terrorists, you will get nothing but corpses and bullet casings. They are just a bunch of life-hungry poor people.

On the screen, the gangsters of the Ten Rings Gang were playing cards and drinking. They were waiting for Tony to complete the missile, and then the real big operation would begin.

After confirming that nothing would happen in a short period of time, Zhang Ming asked the small TV to help him keep an eye on the computer. He entered the Bizhan system and took advantage of his free time to organize and edit the video materials.

After several hours of hard work, he recently made two videos, namely:

"Iron Man Rescue Plan·Issue [-]: Young teenagers wearing heavy makeup accidentally entered the boss's office, and they actually did such a thing! 》

"Iron Man Rescue Plan·Issue [-]: How does it feel to be chased by a group of men in a foreign country?" 》

Regarding these two paragraphs of titles, Zhang Ming nodded with satisfaction, clicked upload, and exited the Bizhan system.

"Little TV, has anything noteworthy happened during this time?" Zhang Ming asked.

Xiao TV said: "An hour and a half ago, three people left the base and drove towards the town."

Zhang Ming tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers, thought for a few seconds and then asked: "What kind of car are they driving?"

"A Ford pickup truck."

"What's in the car?"

"Nothing, just the three of them."

Three people, an empty car...

Zhang Ming immediately dialed Abu's phone number.

"Hey, it's only been a day, can't you be alone any longer? Tell me what you need me to do for you." There was a bit of noise on Abu's end, and you could hear laughter and the clinking of wine glasses through the phone.

Abu is a reliable guy. Zhang Ming kept the story short: "In a few hours, three people will drive a Ford pickup truck to the town. Help me observe where they went and what they did."

"That's it? No problem. I thought you wanted me to kill them. You know, my main job is a tour guide, and killing people requires extra money."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ming sat in the jeep and waited quietly. About two hours later, Abu's call came.

"Those three guys... are quite interesting." Abu said with a smile: "The first thing they did when they came to the town was to find a few girls. I thought it would take a long time, but they came out in less than 10 minutes. .”

Zhang Ming laughed dumbly, "What then?"

"Then, they went to the supermarket and bought food, clothes, and, oh, a lot of toilet paper. Lots and lots of toilet paper. I wanted to rush over and persuade them to take care of themselves." Abu's laughter was full of pity.

The men in their 50s live in a cave and spend a lot of money on eating, drinking and eating. These three people are the specialized purchasers.

"I just asked the boss. They showed up a month ago and come about every 2-3 days. They are considered big customers here."

Zhang Ming rubbed his temples vigorously, and gradually had an idea.

"Help me determine their daily shopping list, and I will come back to you later."

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