My way of beauty

But the fat black man who was a terrorist could not be so kind. He gave Jing and the others a brief break. Soon, Jing and the others were put on dirty opaque hoods again and escorted back to the original cave. Tony Shi Tucker had stopped smiling at this time. Seeing the groups of terrorists outside, he was already a little discouraged. He knew that he might not be able to escape from here alive.

"Stark, your people are definitely looking for you, but in this remote mountainous area with no signal, it will take them a long, long time to find this place. Moreover, you have also seen that there are hundreds of terrorists outside. Thugs, they are not so easy to deal with. But your weapons fell into the hands of those cold-blooded murderers. Do you really want to leave this world? Don’t you have any regrets?" Ethan also noticed something. This made Tony Stark feel depressed at the moment. This was not what he wanted. He wanted to arouse the other party's spirit of resistance.

"Ethan, you don't have to worry. Although Mr. Stark must be very regretful deep in his heart at this moment, he never wanted to die like this. He wants to leave here, and when he comes back next time, this will be it. The end of the terrorists." A faint voice came from the side.

Tony and Ethan turned around and saw that Jing was closing his eyes and sitting there with a strange posture in his hands.

Ethan was stunned, "King?"

"Hey, boy, is your name Jing? And what are you doing? Praying?" Stark felt his heart was stung, not because the other party was right, but because the other party actually thought that He would resist, but he knew that he had lost the confidence to resist, because even if the terrorists didn't kill him, he wouldn't be able to live long with those fragments still there.

"Please call me Jing, Mr. Stark. Also, this is not praying, but meditating." Jing was not angry at all, "Even if I only have a week to live, as long as I can still move a finger, I will I will not give up my resistance. So, Mr. Stark, what about you?"

Stark clenched his fists hard, and the blood vessels and veins on them were tight, "Thank you, Kyo, and please call me Tony."

Early the next morning, Tony Stark started work in full swing, putting forward various requirements to the fat man. But with a wave of his hand, the fat man provided all the conditions that could be achieved and tried his best to satisfy him.

Seeing Jing skillfully speaking words that he didn't understand at all, Tony Stark couldn't help but ask, "King, how many languages ​​do you speak?"

"There are about thirty species, but this is not enough. The world today has a population of 60 billion, more than 200 countries and regions, more than 2500 ethnic groups, and thousands of languages, and I only know a few of them. Just a small part." Jing said very modestly. Only the more you know, the more you will feel your ignorance. Only a frog in the well will feel that he is omnipotent. Even if he has a past as a powerful mage as close to a god, Jing still feels that he is omnipotent. Still no arrogance whatsoever.

"It seems that you are still a little genius." Tony Stark was a little surprised. If Ethan next to him could speak dozens of languages, he would be able to accept it. After all, he is so old, but the Asian in front of him Handsome guy, he looks like he's still in high school, right?He actually knows so many languages, and thinking about him who had always been calm before, it seems that this little brother of his is not an ordinary person.

"Ivan, do you know who these people are outside?" Tony asked casually while disassembling the missile.

"They are all loyal users of Stark Industries. They call themselves freedom fighters." Ivan said sarcastically, not knowing whether he was laughing at the terrorists or at Stark Industries who sold them weapons.

Tony Stark finally dismantled a missile, and then carefully picked up a small piece of metal with tweezers.

Ivan pushed up his glasses: "What is this?"

Tony Stark raised the tweezers and put them in front of his eyes, "This is metal palladium. There are only 0.15 grams here, and I need 1.6 grams now. If you are willing to help, you can help me dismantle 10 more missiles."

Ethan nodded and started working. Although he didn't understand these weapons, he could still hit them, and Jing had been meditating there.

In the surveillance room, through the camera, the terrorists could clearly see the movements of the three people in the cave.

"What are they doing?"

"It's work."

With Ethan's assistance, Tony Stark's progress suddenly accelerated a lot. However, he was not trying to make the Jellicoe missile, but wanted to make something else.

When that little thing lit up, even Ethan, who knew nothing about weapons, saw that something was wrong, "Oh, Stark, is this thing really what the Jellico missile needs? "

"No, this is a small Ark reactor." Tony Stark's face couldn't help but reveal joy from the bottom of his heart. "I have a bigger one back home for power. And this one can stop those shrapnel from entering my heart, so I can throw away this crappy car battery."

"So, what about the power generation capacity?"

"Oh, Jing, you finally stopped sitting there." Ethan turned around and found that Jing had also stood up and looked at this novel gadget created by Tony Stark. In fact, for Ethan is very dissatisfied with Jing's laziness during this period, but after all, the other party can speak dozens of languages ​​and can directly talk to those terrorists. This is much better than him, and in his opinion, he is also a child. , so Ethan didn’t pay much attention to the other party.

"This is meditation." Jing didn't have time to correct the other party's wrong views, but looked at Tony Stark.

"All I can say is, it's big, big enough for some big guy to do something."