The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

The morning sun in New York is a little warm.

A faint golden light shone in the room on the top floor of the Stark Group, and Obadiah, who was lying on the sofa, slowly opened his eyes.

A good-looking female assistant entered the room, bringing coffee and information.

"Boss... the information has been released, and many mercenaries on the dark web have responded."

"Ah."

"only..."

"Just whatever, just say whatever you have."

"Rhodes from the military and federal government staff have sent messages saying that our behavior may expose Tony's disappearance."

Obadiah sneered: "I am just an elder who is desperate for my children. I spend a lot of money just to get my children home early. And I have done a good job of keeping this matter confidential. They have no reason." Chew the back of my tongue.”

"Yes..."

Obadiah stood up, looked at New York bathed in sunlight, and sighed.

"The scenery on the top floor of Stark Group is indeed much better than other locations. I believe that this will become my official office soon."

"But boss, what if those bounty hunters find Tony?"

Obadiah did not answer directly, but asked: "Is the private jet I asked you to arrange ready?"

"It's ready and can take off at any time. I also gathered the group of mercenaries under your command according to your instructions, and they are also ready."

"In two hours, we will leave for the Middle East..."

........

The same afternoon.

In the boundless yellow sand Gobi.

A caravan of dozens of camels moved forward slowly.

The natives on the back of the hump chatted in low voices, and from time to time they raised their water bags and took small sips of water to replenish their fluids.

Half an hour later, these natives rode camels into a natural narrow valley.

Unique wind and sand erosion has created natural caves on half of the hillside here.

A natural dome covers the top of the head to prevent it from being exposed to direct sunlight and can also collect water mist. There are also several springs on the ground.

A small village appeared in front of us.

"boom!"

Shots were fired.

Everyone was slightly startled and looked up curiously.

A bearded man walked out of the cave holding an AK.

"Tell Tony Stark that when the first ray of sunlight shines on the holy spring tomorrow morning, if he hasn't made the missile we want, then he will die!"

The bearded man threw the weapon to his men and called his men to gather in an extremely remote dialect.

“You remember to blackmail Obadiah hard tonight!”

"Tony leave it to them?"

"Of course not! We not only want money, we also want people. We need Obadiah's funds and weapons to expand ourselves, and we also need Tony Stark to use his brains to help us make weapons."

"Oh..."

The subordinates obviously did not understand the essence of this.

"This is an era where technology is paramount. After Tony makes the missile, I plan to use Obadiah's funds and Tony's brains to build an atomic bomb and overthrow the local government!"

"puff!"

There was a chuckle from the crowd.

"Ok?"

The leader looked around and found no one who was mocking.

"Who is laughing?"

No one answered, only these dozens of people looked at each other in confusion.

"It's getting late, hurry up and get ready, remember not to kill Obadiah, we need his money! Don't accept the price reduction, it's the same as before!"

"Yes!"

"Shabi, I will kill you all at night." The voice of Gonghuo came out again.

But there is still no trace to be found.

"Who! I heard it!"

"Get out of here, you damn thing!"

Still no one answered.

Only the leader was talking to himself on the stage, which made his guards a little confused.

"What did you hear?"

"Don't you hear anyone telling me otherwise?"

"No..."

The leader's hawk-like gaze swept over the crowd.

It was as if sharp knives were being scraped in front of everyone.

Most people dared not look directly at him.

There was only one tall, unfamiliar-looking newcomer.

"Boy, which tribe are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Klein nodded: "I think beef is indeed more nutritious than muscle."

"What kind of beef and chicken? I asked you which tribe you belong to!"

"Comparing Kobe's historical status with that of James, it is indeed difficult to have a positive evaluation. After all, Kobe and James are both top NBA players."

"what?"

The leader looked back and signaled those around him to be careful.

While Klein looked at the people on guard, he suddenly started playing tricks.

He waved his cloak and spread his arms, imitating the loving embrace of Jesus as he descended.

"I am the real leader of the Ten Commandments Gang, and I am... the Mandarin!"

"what?"

The leaders and others were stunned.

They just got some guidance from some people and some enlightenment-like material support, and then they wreaked havoc in the country and called themselves members of the Ten Commandments Gang.

But I have never met this Mandarin.

"He really has ten rings!"

Klein raised his hand.

Those rings that increase one's own BUFF are worn on the hand, and the ten fingers are full.

"Are you a Mandarin?" The leader didn't quite believe it.

Isn't this all a bit too sudden?

"Yes, I am Lord Mandarin, and I am here to inspect your base this time!"

The leader was stunned. He was about to embark on a major undertaking to subvert the country. At this time, a Mandarin came, wasn't he here to cause trouble?

"Huh? No, you are from the Federation? You are wearing Jordan sneakers! I can tell!"

Klein did not hide anything and said: "As the times progress, these basic products must also keep pace with the times. Is it reasonable for the Mandarin you know to wear old straw sandals?"

"What he said seems to make sense..."

"Kneel down! Accept my blessing!"

"Kneel down?"

Klein nodded, "Women, please come in and wait. I will come in and bless you one by one. The men are all waiting outside. Those who are too old don't need to go in!"

Klein shouted to an old lady, preventing her from entering the tent not far away.

"Haha! Are you a magician? You wear ten rings and you think you are a Mandarin? Are you here to lie to us? Kill him!"

"You will be punished by God for slandering me!"

Klein said earnestly, seeming to really care about these terrorists.

"Hmph! Capture him and interrogate him carefully!"

"it is good!"

Klein put down his hand, and the stigmata mark appeared on his palm.

Concentrate, and golden light particles appear in your palms.

In an instant, a strange rune appeared and outlined dozens of meters above the ground, and in the next second, several lightning bolts as thick as a finger landed.

A terrorist who wanted to capture Klein was beaten into a coke.

"God Punishment!"

"We were wrong!"

"Thunder? How could it be!"

Thunder and lightning are natural elements that tend to be punishing in mythology in various places.

The East embodies it as the 'Thunder God and Lightning Lady', or the Thunder Department in charge of punishment.

The Western God of Thunder symbolizes authority and power of destruction.

Seeing Thunder, the loud noise caused hundreds of people here to kneel to the ground. They now believed that Klein was the Mandarin.

The leaders didn't say much when they saw this, and they became polite on the surface.

Klein put on his hood and looked at the dark cave passage. He licked his dry lips and said with an evil smile: "Tony, I'm here..."