Marvel's Rampage

Chapter 112 Wanted

The dusty off-road vehicle finally stopped in front of a hotel that looked like a small hotel.

Xue Pan put his hand on the backrest of the driver's seat and turned around, waking up the two grown men who were sleeping next to each other: "Okay, everyone, cheer up, your terminal is here."

The palm slapped on the face made Stark's body tremble and he woke up. He looked at the surrounding environment warily. Only when he saw the other people in the car did he realize that he had left the dark cave. Escaped.

"Where are we?" Tony looked out the car window in a daze.

“Mississippi.” "

Although Afghanistan's economy has fallen behind due to years of war, the city is still full of modernity.

The floors are low, but shops of all sizes are open. Pedestrians dressed in Afghan style occasionally go in to pick out the products they need. Cars are parked next to the roadside in front of the store, but there are more people running on the road. It's a closed type three motorcycle.

"Hey, wait..." Before Stark could finish his words, Li Qianhuan, who was sitting next to him, kicked him out of the car in disgust... She had wanted to do this for a long time.

Tony staggered a few steps before barely regaining his balance, and then shouted dissatisfied at the girl: "Damn it, I can walk by myself."

Li Qianhuan closed the car door neatly and gave him two middle fingers at the window.

Looking at the off-road vehicle that had abandoned him and restarted, Ethan, who had obeyed and got out of the car in advance, said to Stark with a wry smile: "Obviously, they don't want to cause trouble."

"I know... If all American agents have this kind of virtue, then the president will be able to declare the disintegration of the United States before next year." Stark groaned, rubbing his painful shoulder from the impact.

He now has no documents and no money. If he wants to leave the country, he must contact Colonel Roddy. He does not want to have anything to do with the military, so it is the right time to part ways in the city.

"It's just that this is the first time I've been treated like this by a woman since I became an adult. The most I've ever had was spit on me..." Stark muttered unwillingly.

"She's just a kid."

"I've never been kicked by a child..." Tony, who didn't know that this was the second time, patted the footprints on his pants, looked up and searched the shops on both sides of the street: "Ethan, you know this Where is it? I need to make a call."

"It looks like Asadabad, I'm not sure...but if you just make a phone call, the owner of the hotel should be able to help." As he spoke, Ethan pointed to the hotel with the open door next to him. There is a billboard with Arabic writing hanging on it.

In the car at the same time, the trio, who had taken off their hoods and face masks, had just finished contacting old man Devore. Tomorrow morning, a private plane from another airline would come to pick them up.

There was still one night left, so Xue Pan was going to find a hotel that was not so inn-style to rest.

Just after getting out of the car, the sharp-eyed Li Qianhuan tugged on the boy's sleeve and quietly pointed to the telephone pole with the small advertisement: "Look at that, there is a photo of us on it."

"Ha" Xue Pan looked over in surprise and found that what was posted on the telephone pole was not a small advertisement, but a black and white wanted poster, with the heads of the three of them cut out from a certain low-resolution video printed on it.

"Theft, arson, blasphemy, massacre, illegal invasion, illegal driving, destruction of property, murder of important officials and crimes against humanity..." Li Qianhuan read the crimes listed above in turn, and finally looked at her two friends. : "What do you think?"

"There are no crimes of endangering social security and illegal possession of weapons." Winstead said calmly.

Xue Pan didn't care much about this. If they hadn't seen the three blurry and distorted photos, they would hardly be able to tell who was who. What's more, according to the law enforcement system of this shabby place, they wouldn't even know who they were after they left. You must be able to detect something...

In fact it is.

The next night, the three of them collapsed on the sofa in the living room of Homeside Manor and happily ate snacks.

Old man Devore didn't know what they were doing in Afghanistan, and he wasn't too curious.

There has been no news for more than two months. To the old gardener, who is tinkering with robots in the garage day and night, it is as if he has only seen them off for a few days... Ever since he moved to the manor, the old man has not heard from him again. Remember the date and day of the week.

Fortunately, he was still aware that Xue Pan and the other three had been out for a few days, so he spent a rare moment with the children before getting up and preparing to return to the garage.

"Don't worry, we brought you a small gift when we came back from our trip." The boy stopped the old gardener, dug out some crumpled drawings from the tattered clothes he had changed into, and handed them over.

"What is this?" Old man Devore took it in surprise and looked through it a few times.

Just don't read it, read it once, read it again, clapped his hands together, laughed and said: Oh, okay, I won...

Oh, no success.

The old gardener just pinched these thin pieces of paper with his fingers extremely hard. His teeth clenched, his cheeks turned red, his breath became thicker, and the veins in his neck bulged...

"Isn't he having a heart attack?" Li Qianhuan asked softly when he saw the old man looking like he couldn't stand the stimulation.

But before Xue Pan could say anything, old man Devore suddenly jumped up, broke open the door of the living room, and ran into the garage like a blue bull.

"Obviously he didn't." The boy fiddled with the loose door hinges twice and answered the girl's question affirmatively.

While taking a photo with Stark, Xue Pan conveniently stole the Mark 1 design, which made the old gardener so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Although armor and robots are not the same thing, it cannot be denied that there are many things in common between the two, such as...well...

Well, there is no example. Xue Pan doesn't understand this kind of black technology at all.

But no matter what, it will at least give old man Devore an inspiration.

The boy who collapsed back on the sofa grabbed the potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth. He looked at the two girls who had slept all the way on the plane during the day and were energetically discussing what game to play first. He reached out to open the system panel and counted the two girls. A lot of revenue from the mission.

I have to say that although the time span of this trip to Afghanistan is a bit long, it is much better than the previous trips to Hell's Kitchen to fight criminals every now and then.

After all, no matter how chaotic the underground world in New York is, it can't be like Afghanistan, where terrorists gather to blow him up...at least, not yet.