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Deep in a desert in the Middle East.

The place was suffocatingly hot, and the cave dug was barely shady.

Tony Stark, who had been missing for more than a month, stopped his work, wiped the sweat from his head, and planned to rest for a while.

At present, he is in a terrorist base, where there are dangerous militants from all over the world. They hijack him and ask him to manufacture a powerful weapon newly developed by Stark Industries.In this base, he saw a lot of guns and ammunition made by his company. Although he didn't know how the terrorists got them, he decided to destroy them.

More than a month ago, he was attacked in Afghanistan. He was nearly killed by a bomb he made. There are still some deadly bomb fragments in his body. Fortunately, a man named Ethan rescued him and assisted him Created an Ark Reactor to stop bomb fragments from entering the heart.

Ethan is a talkative man, and he can always find various topics to chat with Tony when he is free.

"I can't feel the passage of time at all here. When you didn't come, I always felt that time passed slowly by myself. I prayed that time passed faster every day. Fortunately, you came, otherwise my life would be really boring. See through."

Ethan stretched his body, walked slowly to Tony's side, and looked down at what he had just made.

"What day is it today?"

Tony didn't want to talk at first, but when Ethan mentioned the time, he remembered that he would perform a heart transplant on Isbelle after Christmas.I don't know how she is doing now, and whether she will be stimulated by his disappearance. Thinking about it this way is really worrying.

"If I remember correctly, it should be almost December. Why, is your birthday coming?" Ethan joked.

"No, I'm thinking of a cute little princess."

"Is it your daughter?"

Ethan was clearly taken aback.

"A friend's daughter."

Tony whispered, and then roughly told Ethan about Isbelle's affairs.

"Listen to you, she is a sensible and well-behaved child."

"Yes." Tony picked up the pen and scribbled on the paper a few times, Isbelle's sweet smile appeared in his mind, his eyes couldn't help being soft, and he said hoarsely: "My Belle is very beautiful and cute, except that she is a little sticky. There is nothing wrong with other people, she is a good child, but I don't care much about her."

"At least you will take good care of her after you escape from here, right." Ethan's expression was inexplicably sad.

"of course."

Tony didn't notice what was wrong with Ethan, and he was thinking in his heart that he must treat Isbelle seriously after going back, and not let her be hurt or frightened at all.

Unbeknownst to Tony Stark, at this very moment, his fragile little princess is walking alone in the desert.

"Miss Lily, I think it's time for us to go back. I only have 30% of my energy left. I'm afraid I won't be able to go further into the desert."

Jarvis once again advised Isbury.

He had been forced to go to Afghanistan with her a month ago in search of the missing Tony Stark.After searching fruitlessly in Afghanistan, she moved to the Middle East, insisting on continuing her search.

"Jarvis, I can see Tony is far away, we will find him in a day, you have to believe..."

"Miss Lily!"

Jarvis couldn't help shouting, because the girl who was talking just a second ago fell down on the hot sand and couldn't move. Just when he was anxious and didn't know what to do, a helicopter flew over and jumped on it. The next athletic woman.

"who are you?"

Jarvis stood in front of Isbelle and entered the woman's appearance and some salient features into the system. Even if there was no internet, he still had to leave relevant information for future use.

"Natasha Romanov, from the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistic Support Agency, if you don't want this girl to die here, give her to me."

With one hand on her hip, the woman stared blankly at Jarvis stored in the aircraft, not surprised at all that she was talking to an aircraft.

"..."

Jarvis stepped aside, he didn't want Isbelle to die, and the woman who suddenly appeared seemed to be no danger to Isbelle for the time being.

The woman picked up the unconscious Isbelle and took her into the helicopter. Jarvis followed her closely. When he got into the helicopter, he accidentally saw a familiar man.

"Hello, we meet again, I'm Phil Coulson."

"Hello."

Jarvis had doubts in his heart, but he didn't show it.Why did this man named Phil Coulson appear here? Who is he? Has he been staring at Miss Lily?

"There are too many things I need to explain to you. I can't finish it all at once. I will give you a chip when there is a network, and you can directly obtain the information you want." Phil Coulson said, picking up the I took a few sips of a glass of Coke, "Well, the benefits of your machines are as long as they have energy, and you don't need to be as troublesome as us humans. The desert is really hot, and I'm about to suffer from heat stroke."

"Excuse me, I want to know why you pay so much attention to Miss Lily."

Jarvis asked, this is his most concerned question, and he wants to know before he can connect to the Internet.

"The department I work in is very concerned about any strange people or things. Maybe because you are just an artificial intelligence program, you haven't noticed that Isbelle has strange abilities..."

"Do you mean that you can predict some things that will happen?" Jarvis thought that during this period of time, Isbelle could always predict some things that would happen in advance, and thus helped many people out of danger.

"No, predicting the future is nothing. What we pay more attention to is her amazing vitality."

Isn't it amazing that a baby with congenital heart disease and multiple diseases, tenaciously alive, survived no matter how sick he was or fell off the roof?What's more, it is impossible for any normal human being to have DNA molecules that change at any time. She is like a chameleon, who can change DNA when meeting different people.

Gene mutation or mutant?Or—she does not belong to the earth.

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