Cyborg

At the same time, in the darkness of the desert, five black Hummer jeeps rushed into the camp in a rampage manner. .

With the roar of the motor, countless ferocious gangsters came out from behind the hoods, rocks, and bunkers. Hundreds of long guns and cannons were aimed at the Hummer jeep parked in the camp.

The car door opened, and a dozen soldiers with live ammunition poured out of the car. Different from those tough terrorists, these people had indifferent expressions, capable movements, and had the aura of professional soldiers all over their bodies.

A man with neatly combed blond hair, a neat suit, and an intellectual temperament stepped out of the car. He looked around silently, a contemptuous smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, and slowly rolled up his sleeves, with ten circles on each wrist. The tattoo composed of rings glowed red and said lightly, "Ask Heck to come see me."

The gangsters who were still murderous just now calmed down in an instant, silently took back their firearms, and went back to their shacks. The base returned to its quiet normal state in an instant. The bald leader Heck came out with a serious face and carefully led the man inside. tent.

Heck's room was very simply decorated. Apart from the bed, tables and chairs, there was only an old decorated flag with ten rings connected in a circle that were exactly the same as those on the blond man's wrist.

The blond man walked in slowly with his hands behind his back and proudly said in proficient Dali, "My name is Louis Fu, or you can call me Fu."

Heck, who was standing opposite him, took a breath and looked shocked. Then he clasped his fist with his left hand and beat his chest, bowing his head in salute.

If this man only had extraordinary power, he would not bow to him, but in front of this glorious surname, he must show his respect.

Louis nodded with satisfaction. He reached into his arms with his left hand and took out a stack of photos and put them on the table. "I came here for this. Our satellite captured this picture. The Great Ten Rings are very interested in it."

Bald Heck picked up the first photo and looked at it. It was a severely distorted robot. Looking at the photo, a smile appeared on Heck's expressionless face.

"Yes! It's here, but...I thought you were here for Tony Stark!"

"That's the trouble you caused because of your stupidity, so you have to solve it yourself." The blond man took out a silk scarf to wipe the dust from his face and said impatiently.

"He is a thorny problem, but he is also a hen that can lay golden eggs. I beg him to be donated to the great Ten Commandments." Heck shook his head and said in a deep voice.

He was tricked by Obaday into kidnapping Tony Stark.

The Stark Group is the most important partner of the U.S. military and one of the most important economic supporters of past presidents. Regardless of these two points, the U.S. government will never give up easily.

Since the day Stark was captured, hundreds of reconnaissance planes have been circling the desert sky day and night like vultures in the desert. Therefore, they can only hide in dark caves like mice.

Let Stark go?This will cause him a lot of trouble.

Killing him would give the U.S. government enough excuse to carry out devastating revenge on him.

Therefore, this is a hot golden nugget that he can't eat and can't throw away. The most appropriate thing to do now is to hand Stark over to those who can swallow this golden hen.

"The Ten Commandments don't need Tony Stark..." Louis smiled disdainfully, "However, the land in the East is constantly in war. Maybe Stark will encounter some accidents when he leaves here. A bullet produced by Stark Industries, there are many here. People will do anything for a bite of food. As long as they don't die directly in your hands, who will care? Like Howard Stark and his wife back then, they will soon be forgotten by everyone."

Having said this, Louis tapped the photo lightly with his finger, and looked at Heck with his reddish eyes. "Now, take me to see it. The great Ten Rings need your sacrifice."

Heck closed his eyes and thought for less than a minute. He grinned with a grin and nodded towards Louis. "Thank you for your suggestion. I will send someone to deliver the accident. Please follow me."

As he walked out, Heck licked his lips and asked slyly, "But I don't understand, what does the great Ten Rings want with that shabby robot?"

"Do your own thing!" Louis laughed, a flash of red light flashed in his eyes, and Heck's body trembled. This experienced, cold-blooded and cruel terrorist leader felt dangerous fear at this moment. .

Damn!

He secretly cursed himself for talking too much. As a fanatical follower of the Ten Commandments, although he only led an insignificant peripheral gang, he still knew some inside information about how dangerous and powerful the power of the Great Ten Commandments was.

The man in front of him felt like a rattlesnake in the desert, silent but not fatal.

……

Stark was still busy sitting at the workbench, humming an unknown tune, and seemed to be quite amusing himself.

Solo is also trying his best to familiarize himself with the energy contained in his fire, and the ability attached to the fire - mechanical fusion. With enough energy, he can integrate any mechanical product into his body and combine it according to his thoughts.

Like now, he can reorganize any part of his body into that wrench at will.

However, the time of comfort is always short-lived. When the broken alarm clock pointed to 9:15, the rusty iron door was pushed open, and Heck walked in with Louis.

The unpleasant sound of the door woke up the sleeping Ethan. He subconsciously stood up and held his head in his hands.

Stark, who was immersed in his work, suddenly came back to his senses, but Louis didn't look at him at all. Instead, he strode to the workbench, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in disgust, and looked down at the repaired robot.

Lewis sneered and raised his head slightly, "The damage is so serious, how long do you have to repair it?"

Louis' voice was like a proud rooster. Obviously, this was a very proud guy. Those terrorists whose first reaction when facing a problem was to solve it with fists were stronger.

But for the truly strong, this kind of opponent is their favorite.

"Who knows!" Stark crossed his arms and raised his chair back slightly. He looked at Herc, his voice full of ridicule, "Oh my god! I thought this place was decided by a big and powerful man like you! Hmm? ! It seems that there is a new monkey king here... Hmm! Do you want to offer fruits to him? "

Stark was openly sowing discord, with a confident look on his face, but his voice had a hint of teasing that made people impatient.

Herc's face was gloomy. The same tone directly aroused Louis' proud anger. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Stark condescendingly, "Tony Stark, to me, killing you is like stepping on an ant." Just as easy?"

Stark tilted his head and looked at him. He knocked Li Yu's metal skeleton with the board in his hand, making a crisp sound. "You came for it! It seems that there is still someone who knows its value. Of course, that person is behind you." Boss, you are just an errand boy, but a scrapped machine will not satisfy your boss! So, please get out now and don't hinder my work."

Lewis's eyes glowed faintly red, and he resisted the urge to tear the damn mouth into pieces. He was silent for a moment and said with a cruel smile, "You have two hours, otherwise, I will definitely make you regret being born."

His left hand gently patted Stark's shoulder twice, and there was a "squeaking" sound, and a burning stench filled the air. The sudden pain made Stark's body instinctively bend, like a big barbecued animal. He bounced up like a shrimp and then fell to his knees.

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