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Chapter 7 Welcome to Afghanistan

At eight o'clock in the morning, when the alarm clock rang, Colonel Rhodes had already changed into his neat uniform. It generally stands at the door of the cabin of Tony Stark's private jet, a modified Boeing 737_800.

When the time pointed to a quarter past eight, Colonel Rhodes looked at the empty airport runway and instantly understood that he was once again released by Tony Stark. Afghanistan was taken by Stark's plane, so strictly speaking, this is not considered as a pigeon. Thinking of this, Colonel Rhodes suddenly felt that life is miserable. The world is full of discrimination against licking dogs. He decided to Yeah, wait until Stark arrives and don't talk to him for 5 minutes.

When the time changed to nine o'clock, Rhodes decided not to speak to Stark for half an hour.

When the pointer was fixed at ten o'clock in the morning, Rhodes decided that in the next second, as long as Stark appeared, he could call him Dad.

As for calling the other party to urge the other party?Rhodes said hehe, Tony Stark will only choose to answer the phone when he wants to answer it. If he doesn't want to answer it, then it doesn't matter how many calls you make.

Rhodes waited until eleven o'clock, and the stewardess had delivered lunch to the plane. Tony Stark, who spent a night fighting with the beauty and repairing the car all morning, drove his sports car to the airport leisurely.

"You came so early!" Rhodes finally broke his oath and took the initiative to talk to Stark.

"Don't worry, brother, this plane is fast, as long as you sleep, we will arrive in Afghanistan!"

"I've already slept through it!"

"Then have a couple of drinks, come on, don't be shy, hurry up, girls, prepare the music and the wine!" Starkla passed Rhodes and ran into the plane.

"No, no, today is business, so you can't drink a drop of alcohol!" Rhodes tried to break away.

"Not negotiable?"

"no!"

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Five minutes later, Rhodes, who had unbuttoned his shirt, held a wine glass and exchanged glasses with Stark. The stewardesses who served them also lifted up their skirts, showing their small waists, and danced hotly.

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When Stark flew to the Middle East, Stark Industries was in a mineral exploration camp in Afghanistan. More than a dozen domineering heavy-duty APC armored vehicles swept up waves of sand and then parked steadily in the center of the camp.

"Get out of the car! Speed ​​up!" Arthur Morgan, wearing a sand-colored combat uniform, jumped out of the car, slammed his right fist on the body of the armored car twice, and then four or five people jumped out of the rear hatch of the armored car. Dressed up armed soldiers.

"Who is in charge?" Behind Arthur, a bearded soldier shouted at the crowd around Stark Industries.

"I am, are you here to deliver the goods?" A tall black man stepped out from the crowd, wearing a white vest on his upper body, his dark skin gleaming in the sun.

"Yes, the weapons you want!" Arthur pointed to the armored vehicle behind him, and then dozens of huge weapon boxes were lifted out of the compartment of the armored vehicle by these soldiers.

"One thousand rifles, sixty rocket launchers, grenades, and bullets are all desert-specific versions. You can still use them after burying them in the sand for a day! It's just that you urged them too urgently. Some of these weapons They are in stock, and the others are used by ourselves, so they look a little old, but the quality is absolutely fine! Also, according to your request, we removed the fingerprint recognition device and iff identification friend or foe system, check it out!"

"No way, this is what the boss requested, but it's amazing that you can get everything together in one day!" The black man opened a box, picked up a desert-colored weapon, looked at it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good. Compared with you giant gods, our weapons are like expensive works of art, not murderous weapons!"

"That's the big guy you haven't seen us yet!" Arthur kicked the box with his foot.

"Okay, the goods have been delivered, let's say goodbye!"

"Slow down!" After the Colossus convoy left, the black man asked his subordinates to carry the weapons into the warehouse while taking out his mobile phone.

"Sir, it's me, Hamas. The weapons you asked for have arrived. Is it as usual?"

"Yes, I paid three times the price in vain. You take a few people to drive in the car and take the ammunition up to the mountains for a tour, understand?"

"Okay, sir!"

After hanging up the phone, Obadiah looked at the photo of him and Stark on the table, a trace of struggle flashed across his face, and finally he took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Mr. Harmel, I have prepared all the goods you want, and you will see him on the GPS, but I have one more request!"

"Of course, Mr. Obadiah, we are friends, so please tell me!" A middle-aged man with a thick accent came from the other end of the phone.

"Kill Tony Stark!"

"Tony Stark?" The voice on the other end of the phone paused, "No problem!"

"Then goodbye, friend!" After saying that, Obadiah hung up the phone. After a while, the computer screen in front of him showed that he had remitted a large sum of money to his offshore account in the Cayman Islands. .

"Tony, Tony, you can go at ease, I will carry forward Stark Industries!" Obadiah said, and shed a few tears.

On the other side, those Middle Eastern terrorists contacted by Obadiah are also muttering at this moment, aren't Obadiah and Stark very close uncles and nephews, why kill him?

Even the terrorist boss is muttering, isn't Tony Stark the most powerful arms dealer in the United States, is it a waste to kill him?The purpose of our Ten Commandments gang is to dominate the Middle East, why not kidnap him to make weapons?

As soon as this idea came up, it was out of control. The leader thought carefully for half an hour, and found that this plan was really feasible.

"Abdullah, pack up, let's go to the city!" The terrorist leader made up his mind, and immediately called out to one of his more clever guys.

"Boss, why are we going into the city? Those Americans and their lackeys are offering us a reward!" A skinny little man was puzzled.

"Let's dig for treasure! Remember to take that tablet!"

"Treasure? How about bringing a few more brothers?"

"No, we're just going to investigate!"

(End of this chapter)