Marvel: Why should I save you? We are close friends.

Location, Afghanistan

The scorching sun shone down from the sky, forming a golden land in the vast desert.

At this time, three figures and a dog were walking in the hot desert.

"Chen Ye, your dog is... bah bah bah. Is it really any good? How long will it take us to find it here?" Deadpool complained angrily.

"By the way, doesn't your mask protect against sand? At least you have a mask, we are going to be sunburned to death," Pietro complained while wearing goggles.

"Woof woof woof....In this area...it's almost too hot." Deadpool's dog stuck out his tongue and looked like he was dying of thirst.

"Be patient. If it's so easy to find, we won't get to make the money. Do you have any better ideas?"

Chen Ye said helplessly.

Although Chen Ye knew that Tony Stark was in the desert area of ​​Afghanistan, this was too big.

. . . . . .

The story goes back to the night they met. Happy came to the "Good Luck Restaurant" again with a box.

"Mr. Chen, this is what you need. These are all items that Tony Stark has worn recently."

Inside the box was a pair of slippers, a watch and a small lock of hair.

Looking at the items in front of him, Chen Ye nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "No problem, that's it. With these things, I can find Tony Stark."

It seems that Pepper Potts is very concerned about Chen Ye's request, or she is very concerned about Tony Stark's affairs. Not only did she ask Happy to deliver personal belongings, she also collected all the hair that Tony Stark had dropped on the bed.

As expected of the official Marvel comic, Chen Ye couldn't help but say with envy.

Happy was relieved to see that Chen Ye was fine. He walked up to Chen Ye, patted him on the shoulder, and then bowed 90 degrees to him.

"Excuse me, please bring Mr. Tony Stark back. I'm counting on you! As Stark's bodyguard, I'm really useless!"

Looking at Happy's fat body with a guilty and sincere expression, Chen Ye said solemnly: "Don't worry, wait for my good news. Mr. Tony Stark's disappearance has nothing to do with you. It's not your fault. You are a good person and a good bodyguard. Nice to meet you, Mr. Happy."

That's right. Even if you were here, could you defeat the Ten Rings? Tony Stark is useful, but you, Happy, are not useful at all. I'm afraid you'll be shot by the Ten Rings.

"Thank you for your comfort, you are a good person. Chen, it's just that the price you charge is a bit high," Happy said happily.

At this moment, a beautiful voice sounded in Chen Ye's mind.

"Ding"

"Congratulations to the host for successfully adding Happy Hogan as a friend."

"Attributes obtained: Driving Skill Level 6"

"Is it possible to merge immediately?"

The system prompted.

It seems that Happy is not completely useless.

"Direct fusion, system."

A flood of knowledge about driving techniques flooded into Chen Ye's mind, and many professional driving techniques slowly emerged in Chen Ye's mind. Chen Ye felt that his driving skills had been greatly improved.

Chen Ye felt that the fat man in front of him suddenly became much cuter.

After getting Chen Ye's assurance, Happy turned around and left Good Luck Restaurant.

"Dog, get ready to work. I'll leave this thing here with you. Smell it carefully for the next two days. It will depend on you to find our financial sponsor later." Chen Ye picked up the box and walked towards the dog Deadpool.

At this moment, a hot wind blew in the desert and brought Chen Ye back to reality, and the hot wind brought a feeling of dryness in his face.

"By the way, do you feel hot in this tights, Wade?" Chen Ye teased as he looked at Deadpool, who was almost dying with his hands hanging down beside him.

"Shut up, this is my style and you don't understand. Hurry up. I'm really dying of heat, damn it. I want more money!" Deadpool said weakly.

"I'm the most miserable one, okay? Why do I have to carry such a big backpack? Why don't you carry any? This is discrimination," Pietro, who was carrying a big backpack and wearing goggles, asked unhappily.

"This is training you. Look how weak you are. You need some weight training. Don't use your super powers, Pietro.

This should be near the site where Tony Stark disappeared. I guess we are not too far from our destination."

Chen Ye, who was the most relaxed on the side, spoke slowly.

"I can choose not to use my super powers, but why don't we drive? How long will it take us to walk across such a vast desert?" Pietro asked a soul-searching question.

. . . . . .

At this time, in the desert area of ​​Afghanistan, in a cave not far from Chen Ye and his friends, a cave that could not be scanned by any instrument or equipment, Tony Stark was studying the blueprints, with a miniature reactor placed next to him.

A white man with Mediterranean hair and glasses standing nearby observed the miniaturized reactor and said, "This shouldn't be a Jericho missile, right?" This man was Ethan.

Tony Stark answered without even looking up; "Because it's a miniature ARK reactor."

"I have a large one at home that is specifically used to supply electricity to factories."

"It should be enough to hold the shrapnel.":

Ethan asked curiously, "How much power does it have? Is it enough for your heart?"

Tony Stark replied: "Enough, more than enough."

"Don't stare at the reactor anymore, look at this blueprint. It's the key to our escape," said Tony Stark, pointing at the blueprint he had been staring at.

Ethan hurried forward, picked up the blueprint, and began to study it carefully.

After studying it for a while, he didn't understand it and asked, "What is this? It looks a bit like a robot?"

Tony Stark pieced the blueprint together again and said, "Close, look at it again like this."

A suit of steel armor appeared before the two.

"Wow, what a genius idea!" Ethan exclaimed.

At this moment, in Ethan's eyes, Tony Stark was emitting a shining light called knowledge.

Then he remembered that they were still under surveillance and lowered his voice involuntarily.

"I need your help, Ethan," Tony Stark said solemnly in a low voice.

"I can put it together by myself, but it will take a long time. Apparently these guys don't want to give us that much time. So I need your help."

Ethan hesitated after hearing this. "We can't let them find out. Once they find out, you can imagine what will happen. I can help you. But the problem is the materials."

"It's simple," Tony Stark said to the masked militant as he walked towards the door.

"I want to meet your general. I am willing to help them make missiles, provided that the materials I need are prepared."

Ethan looked at Tony Stark in front of him and couldn't help but sigh that this man was a true genius. He could remain calm and think of a solution even in such an adverse situation.

Only such a genius could survive in such a desperate situation. At the same time, I am very fortunate to be locked up with this genius.

Maybe he could really escape, Ethan couldn't help but fantasize.