Central Asia, Afghanistan.

The endless sand dunes are like golden waves.

The gravel spreads into shallow ripple lines under the blow of the strong wind.

Deep in the sand dunes, in an unknown cave.

The missing Tony Stark is lying on a crude operating table.

There was a dirty glass bottle hanging on the iron shelf overhead.

A yellowed leather tube is continuously transporting glucose and some extracellular fluid of the human body.

At this time, Tony's breathing was very weak, his body was covered in blood, and the skin on his chest was covered with dense craters.

The explosion not only damaged the surface of his body, but also pierced countless shrapnel into his body.

Next to him, a bald old man wearing a white coat and glasses was patiently removing the shrapnel with tweezers.

However, at this moment, the heart and lung monitor suddenly sounded a sharp alarm.

The old man glanced at it, and then his expression suddenly changed.

"Oops, shrapnel is flowing to the heart!"

He looked at Tony Stark, who was getting pale, and suddenly frowned and began to think.

It is absolutely impossible to remove all the shrapnel by yourself.

However, as long as one missing shrapnel enters the aorta and flows to the heart, it is enough to kill a person.

Therefore, we must find an effective solution!

The old man thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and quickly took out a tattered radio from the garbage pile next to him.

He smashed the radio open, took out the electromagnet, then found an electric coil and copper wire, and quickly made a simple magnetic device.

After completing the device, the old man connected one end of it to a battery, then inserted the other end into Tony's chest and sewed it up a few times.

Looking at the buzzing and vibrating electromagnet, he couldn't help but take off his glasses, wiped his sweat, closed his eyes and murmured.

"God bless you."

……

I don't know how long it took, but Tony Stark slowly opened his eyes.

However, the next second, he felt a heart-wrenching pain.

After struggling to sit up, Tony Stark stretched out his trembling hands and slowly tore off his clothes.

Soon, he saw the metal bumps embedded in the shattered chest.

It looked like a rusty top embedded in the flesh.

"what is this?"

Tony Stark muttered uncontrollably.

Then he groped in horror for the wires that had penetrated his flesh and prepared to tear them apart.

However, at this moment, a vicissitudes of sound suddenly came from not far away.

"I would never do that if I were you."

Tony Stark turned his head when he heard this, and soon saw an old man shaving not far away.

"Who are you? What did you do to me? What the hell is this!!!"

Shaking away the razor in his hand, the old man turned around slowly.

"My name is Ethan."

Dr. Ethan looks younger after shaving off his beard.

If I was about 70 or 50 years old before, I am only about [-] or [-] years old now.

However, the top of his head is still extremely sparse, with only a small amount of hair on both sides of his temples.

"I didn't do anything to you, I just saved your life."

"A missile exploded near you, and countless shrapnel entered your body."

"Although I removed as much shrapnel as possible, there is still a lot of it in your blood."

"If these shrapnel travels down the bloodstream into your heart, you're going to die very quickly."

"I've seen a lot of people like this, and their deaths were very painful, and trust me, you don't want to try it."

When Tony Stark heard these words, he held his head in pain.

He had accepted this information as much as possible, but the fear and despair in his heart had not diminished by half.

At this time, Ethan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"You are very lucky. I helped you make an electromagnet and embedded it next to your ventricle."

"The micromagnetic field can prevent the metal shrapnel from flowing to your heart, but you understand, this is just a trade-off. If one day the metal shrapnel scratches your artery wall due to blockage, you will still die."

"But the pain of death from blood loss is relatively easy."

Ethan smiled and said comfortingly.

"Okay, why don't we talk about something more pleasant."

"I actually know you, Tony Stark, we met at a technology conference in Bern, Switzerland."

"It's a pity that you were very drunk at the time, so you probably won't remember me."

Tony took a few quick breaths, then stopped him.

"Can you tell me where this is first?"

Ethan shrugged: "OK, no problem, of course I can tell you this is..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the iron door behind him was suddenly pushed open with a clang.

When Ethan heard the noise, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly pulled Tony up.

Then he whispered nervously into his ear.

"Listen, Tony, stand still, don't make any noise, and raise your hands above your head like I did."

Tony Stark complied somewhat dazedly.

But the next second, he saw some bearded men walking in.

These men wore tattered camouflage uniforms and carried weapons manufactured by Stark Industries.

Tony frowned when he saw this.

"These are weapons I designed, where did they come from?"

Upon seeing this, Ethan quickly whispered.

"Shh, don't talk!"

At this moment, a dark-skinned man with a beard walked out from the opposite side.

When he saw Tony Stark, he immediately smiled happily and then stretched out his hands in a hug.

Then he spoke rapidly in Pashto.

Ethan heard the words and quickly helped translate.

"He's telling you - 'Welcome! Tony Stark, head of Stark Industries, the most famous murderer the world has ever known!'"

"Besides that, he wants you to help him build a missile."

Ethan took a photo from the bearded man and handed it over.

Tony Stark looked down and his pupils shrank slightly.

The photo clearly shows the most lethal new missile he designed.

As a billionaire and a rebellious scientist, what Tony Stark hates most in his life is being controlled by others.

So when he heard this request, he spoke immediately without any hesitation.

"I reject."

The bearded man didn't show any surprise when he heard this, but just pouted at the men on both sides.

The next second, several soldiers came and took Tony Stark out of the cave immediately.

When Ethan saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel worried.

But at this moment, he couldn't protect himself. Even if he wanted to rescue him, he was powerless.

……

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