The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Late at night, on the yellow sand Gobi.

A bonfire reflects the surrounding tents.

Bits of charcoal blew up in the wind.

"Pfft..."

Under the light of the fire, an off-road jeep parked not far from the fire. The door opened and Obadiah, who was wearing an expensive suit, got out of the car.

"Only you can go in, the others are waiting outside!"

Obadiah's men were stopped. He had expected it, and just ordered: "Everyone wait, I will go in alone."

"Wait, you need to be searched, we want to make sure you don't have a gun!"

Obadiah had nothing on him except a 'Bluetooth headset' in his ear.

"I always have to wear headphones. My men have to ensure my safety, right?" Obadiah said with a smile.

"Okay...go in!"

Obadiah opened the curtain and entered the tent.

Several terrorists were holding rifles and staring at Obadiah with evil eyes.

"In addition to bringing the final payment this time, I also want to ask you, why is Tony still alive?"

Obadiah didn't panic at all and even found a seat to sit on.

The little boss snorted coldly: "You didn't say it was Tony at first. This guy is not only a chicken that can lay eggs, but also a chicken that can lay golden eggs!"

"Oh? So you are reluctant to kill him?"

"Besides this reason, we feel that his existence is not a good thing for you. If you can pay a certain price, we are also willing to help you get rid of this guy."

Obadiah burst out laughing when he heard this.

"Hahaha.... I haven't met such interesting people as you in a long time."

Obadiah almost cried with laughter. He explained: "Sorry, I lost my temper..."

“When I was 16 years old, I helped people park cars in New York. At the age of 20, I joined the Stark Group as a security guard. Then through hard work and self-study, I became a Ph.D. in finance and learned management knowledge.

I have been in business for so many years, and the most critical reason why I can help Stark Group become bigger and stronger is because I am honest. As long as others pay, I will respond with a smile even if they piss in front of me. "

"Why are you talking about this! If you don't want the outside world to know that you planned Tony Stark's kidnapping, then pay, [-] million U.S. dollars! Then provide us with the latest missiles, and we also need rare elements, how many are there? Give as much as you want."

Obadiah laughed again: "Haha! You are so cute and have rare elements. Are you going to make nuclear weapons and establish your own country?"

"Hahaha... Talking to you, I feel like I'm 16 years old again, arguing with those stingy people who park their cars and don't want to pay."

"This trip to the Middle East, I at least regained some memories of my youth, which is not a loss..."

The terrorist leader winked at his men.

The latter understood, picked up the gun, unlatched the safety, and pointed it at Obadiah.

"Your men probably won't be able to come in in time to save you!"

The terrorist leader also knew that Obadiah was a shrewd businessman. Since the other party refused to give in, he took the initiative and simply arrested him and asked the Stark Group for money.

Ask the federal government for money!Ask for a double portion!

The idea is beautiful after all, but also a little too simple and cute.

"Zizzizi!!"

A sharp buzz suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

With Obadiah as the center, all terrorists within a 20-meter radius were numb.

The pulses of strange frequencies caused the blood vessels in all of their necks to bulge and their eyes to turn red.

"Uh uh uh..." the terrorist roared in frustration.

"Tony used to look down on these little things, saying that war does not require such speculative weapons. It seems that he is still too young and does not understand what war is and does not understand people."

Obadiah walked out of the tent and said in disgust: "Burn all these dirty and greedy bugs to death. They remind me of bad things."

"Yes!"

The men took out oil drums and doused the terrorists who were stunned in place with gasoline.

Under the desperate gaze of everyone, the gasoline was ignited.

"Forehead!"

"what!"

On a hillside only 200 meters away from here.

Klein led seven or eight small terrorist leaders to watch all this silently.

"Lord Mandarin! Are we really not going to help?"

"I've calculated the time. Tonight is the day they return to heaven. This is a kind of relief. After death, they can enjoy endless happiness. If they enjoy enough, they can also choose to be reincarnated and continue to work under me. Become a devout member of the Ten Commandments."

"We hope to enjoy such glory one day!" some of his subordinates said.

Klein stretched out his hand, touched their heads, and said compassionately: "When you complete your earthly tasks, you will automatically be promoted to the Ten Commandments Heaven!"

The men knelt on the ground, and light emerged from Klein's palm, casting a little healing spell on several of them.

It allowed them to recover from some of their usual soreness, numbness and pain, and their bruises and injuries.

Several people couldn't help but sigh at the greatness of this miracle.

Klein asked the men on the side: "Have all Obadiah's actions been recorded?"

"Lord Mandarin!" His subordinates bowed respectfully and replied, "It's all done! Using the Stark Group's photography equipment, we recorded it very clearly."

"That's good!"

Klein sneered, looked at Obadiah and others who were about to leave, and said, "The show... has begun."

.......

In the off-road vehicle, Obadiah said hysterically: "Still no information about their base?"

"Yes...but the military's search circles are spread out. We can't bypass them and enter the hinterland of the desert. Moreover, the terrorists' lair has a lot of equipment and a lot of people. We need a lot of troops. Only then can we win it easily.”

Obadiah was a little annoyed: "You mean we know the location, but we can't get there?"

"Yes."

"But I want that guy Tony to die! Is there any way?"

"Recently, the weapons systems of the Stark Group are controlled by a department of the Strategic Defense Agency.

They supervise very carefully and are much more professional than the FBI. If we mobilize weapons for bombing, we will find the person who issued the order based on network permissions. "

"This...damn it! It seems that we can only rely on those mercenaries. I hope they can muddy the water!"

Obadiah thought for a long time and said: "In two days, if no one has found Tony, we will put the news of the dark web on the bright side and let killers, professional hunters, private detectives around the world... in short, issue a reward to everyone. !Let them find Tony!"

"This..." The subordinate was about to say that doing so was dangerous and could easily arouse suspicion.

But the next second the car stopped.

"Damn it! Why did you stop the car!"

Obadiah raised his head and was about to slap his hand.

The next second the man driving the car trembled: "Ghost... ghost! That... there!"

"Ghost? Are you fucking hallucinating from taking drugs?"

Obadiah slapped the man, pushed him away, climbed out of the back seat and looked out the front windshield.

On the hills not far away, several white phantoms are floating...

The eyesight of several people is not bad, and they can clearly see that these phantoms are all skull-shaped.

He looked miserable, as if he had suffered great pain during his lifetime.

"The road of the dead...stops for the living..."

The ghosts all turned their heads and stared at the car where Obadiah was.

Especially when the moonlight falls, everything in front of you is clearly reflected.

"Old...boss...am I hallucinating?"

"To shut up!"

Obadiah slapped him again, making his men dizzy.

"This should be a natural phenomenon in the desert. Through the moonlight and refraction similar to a mirage, it reflects... a humanoid image. Don't worry about it and just hit it!"