Speaking of this, Russell suddenly remembered something and threw the GPS locator on him to Tony.
"Good luck!"
After speaking, he ignored Tony and Yinsen and left the valley directly.
With a satellite phone and a GPS locator, if Tony still couldn't find Colonel Rhodes to rescue him, then there was no need for him to leave Afghanistan.
Tony was rescued now.
But Russell wouldn't be able to get the 'Endosymbiotic Armor' reward anytime soon.
"Activation condition: Prevent Tony Stark from becoming Iron Man due to the kidnapping incident!"
He had only rescued Tony for now and had not completely met the activation condition for the 'Endosymbiotic Armor'.
Although he hadn't received this reward yet, if all went well, he should be able to get the Endosymbiotic Armor after Tony returned to Los Angeles alive.
In the cave, he saw the small missiles that Tony and Yinsen had disassembled.
What Tony was using in his chest was still an electromagnet connected to a car battery, not a miniature arc reactor.
Tony now had a specific plan for manufacturing a miniature arc reactor.
For safety and convenience, he would definitely replace the energy source in his chest with a miniature arc reactor.
But having a miniature arc reactor didn't mean Tony would necessarily become Iron Man.
Tony didn't need to build the Mark 1 to save himself now.
Even if he returned to Los Angeles and continued building the Mark 1, the Mark 1 wouldn't fall into Obadiah's hands.
Without the Mark 1, Stark Industries engineers couldn't have created the completely upgraded version of the Mark 1, the Iron Monger.
Without the Iron Monger, Iron Man's famous battle certainly wouldn't happen.
11 PM.
Russell returned to the Continental Hotel in Kabul.
Not long after leaving the Ten Rings' base, he encountered a group of 'enthusiastic citizens'.
After some 'friendly' communication, these 'enthusiastic citizens' carrying weapons gave him their only means of transportation, a jeep that was over ten years old.
When he returned to the hotel, the front desk looked at him with some confusion.
He had just left in the morning with a large amount of weapons and supplies.
Yet, less than a day had passed, and he was already back.
Is this the trump card of the New York hotel?
The efficiency is really high!
After returning to the hotel, Russell first booked a flight back to New York for the next day, then changed out of his mountain combat uniform.
Shower, eat, sleep!
Early the next morning, he boarded the plane returning to New York with his luggage.
Coincidentally.
This time, he met the flight attendant who had given him a small note last time.
Last time, because he was catching up on sleep, he had directly ignored the small note the flight attendant handed him.
Now, not needing to catch up on sleep, he carefully sized up the blonde flight attendant in front of him with a curvy figure.
The parts that should be large were large, and the parts that should be small were small.
The fat on her body obediently grew where it should have.
Her legs, encased in black stockings, appeared long and straight, and the feel must have been quite good.
Her figure and appearance were decent, and the flight attendant uniform she wore also added a lot of points.
After openly appraising her, he smiled and took the small note.
Melissa!
Russell glanced at the name and contact information on the small note.
It seemed this long journey wouldn't be too lonely.
...
More than twenty hours later.
The plane landed at JFK International Airport.
Before getting off the plane, Melissa gave Russell a second small note.
Unlike the first one.
The small note Melissa handed him now didn't have contact information, but an address.
Russell still smiled and accepted the small note from Melissa.
However, after getting off the plane, he threw the note into the trash can.
Fast food is fast food; it's no fun turning it into home cooking.
But speaking of which, he hadn't expected Melissa, who was tall like a Victoria's Secret model, to have such good flexibility.
Even in the cramped space of an airplane lavatory, she could still perform so many tricks.
Manhattan.
Sky Apartment.
After getting off the plane, Russell drove directly back to the apartment.
It was not yet 12 PM, and Diana was working at the museum.
After returning to the apartment, he changed his clothes, took a comfortable hot bath, and thoroughly cleaned away any traces left by Melissa.
Diana knew he occasionally fooled around, but as long as he didn't go too far, Diana would turn a blind eye.
In Diana's words, this was a male creature's instinct.
She didn't mind Russell having such instincts, but he couldn't go too far.
For example, bringing women home, or letting Diana see traces left by other women on him.
Thanks to Themyscira's feudal monarchy education.
Thanks to America's open and inclusive culture.
After washing up, Russell went to the study, opened his computer, and searched for news about Tony Stark.
When he was heading to Afghanistan, most of the online news about Tony was gossip.
However, now, the headlines of major news media were dominated by news of Tony being attacked and injured in Afghanistan.
Not kidnapped, but attacked and injured!
The news appearing online only said that Tony was attacked and injured by terrorists in Afghanistan, completely omitting any mention of kidnapping.
These news reports were also filled with content about the brave actions of the US military repelling the terrorist attack.
Brave US military thwarts terrorist plot!
Good!
Tony now knew the truth about his kidnapping, but Obadiah's name was completely absent from the news.
It was clear that Tony intended to deal with Obadiah secretly.
After browsing these completely unrealistic news reports, Russell closed the page and leaned back in his chair, thinking about what to eat tonight.
How Tony dealt with Obadiah was entirely Tony's own business.
As long as Tony didn't welch on the deal, these matters had nothing to do with him.
Just as he was thinking about whether to have a cozy candlelit dinner with Diana at home tonight or go out for a romantic date, his phone rang.
Glancing at the name displayed on the phone screen, he slightly frowned.
Winston again!
After pressing the answer button, Winston's voice came through.
"How did things in Afghanistan go?"
"It went okay!"
Russell answered with a bored expression.
"In that case, would you consider the last assignment?"
Winston got straight to the point without wasting words.
"I told you, I'm not interested!"
"Fifty million US dollars!"
"I'm not the only assassin at the hotel, am I? Let the client entrust it to someone else. At this price, many people should be interested."
Russell refused again.
Fifty million US dollars to kill one person is an undoubtedly high price.
At this price, let alone killing Daredevil, even killing Spider-Woman would interest many assassins.
Of course, being interested is one thing, but whether they can complete the assignment is another matter.
"This client is not an ordinary client. He is not only very important to the hotel but also has a certain influence on the High Table."
"If you keep refusing, the assignment might directly become an order. You wouldn't want to see that situation, would you?"
Winston continued.