Rebirth: I am the American leader

Christmas said a little nervously. Barney took a look at the opponent's vigorous skills and probably had an idea.

"Don't worry, he doesn't look like a fool. Hi, Yin Yang! I think he and you are in the same group."

Yin Yang, who had just put on his parachute, didn't hear clearly what Barney said, but he still raised his middle finger in a friendly manner.

"Come on, old guy, you can't keep nagging, right?"

Christmas also gave him a middle finger and jumped from the hatch.

Soon one dark parachute after another opened in the sky, and no one noticed their arrival.

Although this group of terrorists is considered well-equipped and has undergone good militarized training.

But the problem is that this is not the main battlefield. In other words, this is not a dangerous area at all.

No one would have thought that a Yankee plane would drop a few madmen here.

This is fucking more terrorist than a terrorist, after all, terrorists are still logical.

You might be saying, isn't Tony Stark here?

Come on, what value does a billionaire have in the eyes of these terrorists except ransom?

What's more, Stark Industries is not very rich now, and he has not yet completely inherited this huge business empire.

"To be honest, this place looks like a settlement of some nomadic people. God, are there nomadic people in the desert? What do they keep? Camels? It can't be lizards, right?

Look, they don't even have decent clothes. These are actually terrorists. I thought terrorists would wear suits and ties, drink Romanticon, and talk about hundreds of millions of dollars in business and how to destroy the world. "

Wade and Steve were lying on the same sand dune, the latter chattering non-stop.

"Yeah, I think so too, but if this business is done, it will cost five million. After I take the 10% commission, everyone can still share hundreds of thousands of dollars equally."

"Hey, are you a capitalist? You still want to take 10% of the money we exchanged for our lives? You black-hearted guy!"

Wade yelled dissatisfied.

"Come on, I'm still standing with you anyway. Which capitalist have you seen with a heart like mine?"

Steve used a telescope to carefully look at the enemy's camp. It was a rare solid mountain in the desert.

The texture should look like slightly soft sedimentary rock.

Perhaps this place was once a vast ocean thousands of years ago, but as time passed, it finally came to its opposite.

However, what has changed it most is not time, but a group of upright apes called humans.

Its body that had existed for millions of years was hollowed out by these guys, an iron fence was installed and its body was used as a nest.

Most of the humans inhabiting its body have fallen asleep at this time, and no one will stay awake at two o'clock in the morning.

After all, there are no 996 and 007 workers here, so there is no need to stay up late in revenge for a little private time.

But the human race will always have one or two outliers, such as Tony and Hou Yinsen, who were looking at each other in the cell at this time.

The two of them had a sickly flush on their faces that only tech nerds could have.

"We succeeded, right?"

Tony said excitedly as he looked at the dazzling equipment on the table.

Hou Yinsen, on the other hand, was extremely calm and grabbed a heavy oilcloth from the side to cover the bright light.

"Yeah, we succeeded, but we can't let others know."

"Yeah, we can't let others know. Although I don't think these guys can understand what it is, but you are right."

"You are really a typical American. The fact that they caught me here shows that they also value technology."

Hou Yinsen finally couldn't bear it any longer, and Tony scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. You know, we have to strategically despise each other."

"The key is that you still have to pay attention to the opponent tactically, my friend."

Hou Yinsen sighed and said excitedly.

"We succeeded. All we have to do is wait for the American military to come to you. Will they come? I mean when will they come?"

"I don't know, it could be tonight or any other time."

Tony Stark said helplessly.

It's not his fault, he is a prisoner just like Hou Yinsen.

Apart from the wisdom inside their heads, they have no access to information from the outside world.

"Yeah, there's no way he won't come."

Hou Yinsen said words of self-comfort, which made Tony Stark feel confused for a while.

Although he knew that the military would definitely come, the question was when would these guys come?

This question is really difficult to answer.

You may have to go through many processes such as bidding, tendering, and publicity.

By the time they arrive, he might only have twenty pounds left including clothes.

Thinking of this, Tony Stark's originally sunny mood dimmed again.

The next moment, gunfire rang out in the desert outside.

Tony Stark stood up, looking a little excited.

He vaguely felt that he was about to be saved, but the gunfire was not as violent as he imagined, and even a little sparse.

So he very much suspected that the guy who came might not be strong enough.

Thinking of this, he looked at Hou Yinsen anxiously.

"If we wait three minutes and the gunfire doesn't stop, we'll hurry up!"

Tony Stark said this like a desperate gambler. He didn't say at all what the consequences would be if it didn't work out this time.

In fact, there is no difference between geniuses in this world and ordinary people. The only difference is that when they find an opportunity, they will proceed without hesitation.

They don't care about gains and losses, success or failure.

It's just the wildfire in their hearts that drives them to know what they can see if they follow this light.

Tony Stark was destined to be this way.

So they put on the indoor equipment on Tony Stark as quickly as possible.

The terrorist leader no longer has time to see what Tony Stark is doing on the surveillance camera.

After all, the guys outside are too fierce.

The other guys in combat uniforms were pretty normal, but there were two guys who made him feel a little bit sour.

A madman wearing a red tights and holding a sand hawk in one hand and a samurai sword in the other had obviously been shot, but he was still alive and well and would not die.

The other guy in a motorcycle jacket was even more exaggerated. He looked like an old cowboy from the 18th century and was as nimble as a cowboy.

What's even worse is that the Winchester in his hand can injure several people every time he shoots, and the efficiency on the battlefield is terrifying.