Sahara desert.
Inside an armed helicopter in the sky.
"Frank, you can still get your hands on this kind of thing," Qinuo said, a little surprised.
He had instructed Frank to arrange a flight to the Sahara desert the day after he woke up.
He didn't expect him to go out for a day and directly find an armed helicopter.
"My old connections in the military are still somewhat useful. Do you really not need me to follow, Young Master?"
Frank slowly landed the helicopter, dressed in black combat fatigues, with various military supplies piled in the corner, fully armed.
"No need, Frank, just wait for me here. I still have Venom."
"Rest assured, Butler, I'm here to protect him!"
Venom poked his head out, looking at the small hill in the distance, his senses growing stronger and stronger.
"Then let's go."
Qinuo, wearing a yellowish-brown windbreaker, walked up the small hill. Below was a natural air-raid shelter, with Terrorists patrolling back and forth, and various cannons and missiles all around.
"Sure enough, this is the place where Stark was kidnapped."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's just charge in."
Venom was already impatient to transform.
"Wait, you're not planning to just charge in while taking cannon fire, are you?" Qinuo quickly stopped him.
"Otherwise?"
"Sigh, remember our purpose for coming here: to find something. Killing is secondary. What if the thing you're looking for is in their hands, and they destroy it out of desperation if you kill too many of them?"
Actually, he didn't want to get hurt. Although Venom plus the self-healing factor meant he wouldn't die, the pain would be just as intense.
"So what do we do now?"
"First, confirm the exact location of what you're looking for."
Qinuo walked around the small slope, stopping and starting in the desert.
"It's here, right below here."
"Hmm, then start digging!" Qinuo looked at the yellow sand beneath his feet.
"..."
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Inside the cave
"You guys are truly amazing, able to create such a perfect weapon with just a hammer."
The leader of the Ten Rings Gang looked at the Iron Man armor in the corner, which looked like scrap metal.
"You are indeed the greatest genius in this World, Tony Stark."
The leader looked excitedly at the two people in the corner, who were being held at gunpoint.
Tony Stark looked bitter. He could have succeeded in another week, but he didn't expect a sudden attack today, and he was discovered.
"Then where are the blueprints for the weapon!"
The leader eagerly stretched out his hand. With the blueprints for this weapon, the Ten Rings Gang would surely be able to rule the entire World.
Tony Stark silently looked at Ethan beside him. Ethan translated, "He wants the weapon blueprints. Don't give them to him."
Tony Stark knew that if he gave him the blueprints, he would live today.
So he walked to a workbench and began to organize the blueprints, meticulously, not daring to miss a single detail.
The leader watched Tony's back with heavy breathing. He was about to obtain the blueprints, a weapon capable of ruling the World.
Ethan's eyes darkened.
Tony carried a stack of blueprints and walked towards the leader. All the subordinates around them moved aside, and the leader stood in place, like a king waiting for his subjects to pay tribute.
Tony came before the leader and slowly handed them over.
The leader's hands trembled as he reached out to take them.
Suddenly, Tony waved his hand, and the blueprints fell into the nearby furnace. The intense high temperature turned the blueprints to ash in less than a second.
"NO!!!"
The leader grabbed Tony Stark's collar and roared, "What have you done!!!"
"Ethan, translate my words."
Tony said without turning his head, meeting the leader's gaze, one pair of eyes bloodshot, the other full of disdain, revealing a provocative smile.
"No one can take anything from my Tony Stark, not even you." X2
The entire cave was silent. Everyone looked at these two fearless individuals. The bloodshot in the leader's eyes grew more and more intense.
Only Ethan and Tony smiled slightly.
"Hahahahaha..."
The leader's anger turned into laughter. He released Tony Stark, pulled out a pistol, and fired two shots.
"Ah ah ah!"
Tony Stark fell to the ground, two bloody holes appearing in his knees.
"This time, you don't need to make the weapon. You just need to draw the blueprints. But to prevent you from escaping, you won't need your legs. After all, you don't need legs to draw blueprints."
Tony broke out in a cold sweat. He knew he truly couldn't escape this time. His meniscus was shattered. Even if it healed, he would be a cripple.
"I won't draw blueprints, and I won't make weapons for you."
From the moment he saw that the Terrorists were using all the weapons he had invented, he decided he would not build weapons for them.
"It doesn't matter. You and this guy have a good relationship, right? Willing to hide it from me and escape together..."
The leader heard Ethan's translation and ordered his subordinates to hold him down. He took a branding iron from the furnace and pressed it against Ethan's chest.
Tony's eyes were about to split.
"Stop!"
"Ah ah ah!!!"
A smell of roasted meat permeated the air.
When the temperature dropped, the leader yanked the branding iron away, taking a large piece of flesh with it.
"If you refuse, I will continue to torture him until you agree."
Tony fell into a struggle.
Ethan supported himself with his arm and sat up. The intense pain made his consciousness blurry and his pupils dilated, but he still looked in the leader's direction.
Trembling, he pulled a crystal from his pocket and placed it on his forehead, praying.
"You... your sins are monstrous. God... Allah will send an envoy to punish you."
The leader looked at the crystal, snatched it, and looked at its clear and transparent quality, showing a satisfied smile as he said, "God does not exist. Only money and weapons are the only truth in this World."
"Only money and weapons are the only truth in this World, hahahaha..."
The laughter of the Terrorists echoed through the cave, as if the cave itself trembled from their laughter.
Just then, a large hole broke open in the cave ceiling, and a black Shadow fell, landing in front of the leader.
Everyone stared blankly at this demonic figure.
A tall black body, smooth skin, pale eyes, and a mouth full of fangs and a long tongue.
Venom immediately saw the crystal in the leader's hand.
"That's mine."
Before the leader could react, the crystal in his hand was snatched by the monster and swallowed.
The leader took a few steps back and shouted, "Shoot him! Kill this monster!"
Bang bang bang...
Everyone fired without hesitation. Whether this guy was a demon or an envoy of God, they only believed in money and weapons.
Immediately, bullets from seven or eight rifles were fired, and the monster's location was enveloped by the smoke from the bullet impacts.
They only stopped when all their magazines were empty.
"So what if he's an envoy of God? Even God himself would be shot dead. Only money and weapons are the truth of this World."
The leader laughed triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with greed and arrogance.
"Well said, but I'll correct you: only power is the truth of this World."
Hearing this voice, the leader felt a chill down his spine.
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