I haven't been a big brother for many years

"You probably don't know what you promised." Ryan lowered his eyes, holding an ice pack with his right hand against the bruises on his face.

Sitting on the bed, he kept thinking about the chances of successfully escaping now.

The iron gate has been welded to death by them, and the Ten Rings asked Tony to make the missile within two weeks.

Lane had read about Tony Stark in the papers, but honestly, he didn't think Tony would be able to make that thing on time.

Just look at this humble workbench.

Even if the precious palladium element can be extracted from some weapons of Stark Industries, the lack of tools and raw materials still makes it difficult for Tony to move forward.

However, this situation relieved Ryan a little, at least they would not harm the innocent because of their mistakes.

Although subjectively Tony only delayed their death by half a month, but 14 days can actually do a lot of things.What if Stark actually made the missile?Even though this was only a slight possibility, Ryan still decided to warn him.

Dr. Inson helped him deal with the wound on his leg, and defended Tony: "He only agreed to those villains because of you, boy."

The most important thing right now is to get out of here, the doctor thinks that as long as Tony Stark is kept.Even if they give the Ten Rings weapons to stop them before they cause any disaster, Stark and the military will always have a way.

Tony didn't speak, his hands kept moving.He skillfully poured hot molten iron into the mold, a little sparks splashed out, and the hot liquid solidified into iron lumps on the ground.

These irons were the best iron he could find, and they were used to make the head armor. The ratio of carbon content was just right, and it was a little heavy, but he thought his neck should be able to bear the weight.

Yes, from the very beginning, he didn't want to help those people build any weapons.He drew the armor for protection overnight.

Ryan's gaze focused on the molten iron for a long time, even though the fiery red light made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He knew something about blacksmithing and forging, and he had learned some crudely from the endless bookshelves of puppeteers.But this is the first time I have actually seen such a scene.

His eyes were filled with burning curiosity, which finally made Tony feel uncomfortable.

He frowned, thinking Ryan was still complaining that he promised those people to build weapons.This damn kid, I really don't know what I owe him: "Blake..." He just stopped his actions, and finally wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Ryan: "Jordan Rendon. Sir."

Ryan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who he should call his cousin but had a beard and felt that he was almost old enough to be his father... emmm, well, probably in the prime of life?But who cares?His red eyes met Tony's eyes unreasonably and confidently, still with a paralyzed face, lying without changing his face.

Tony kept a word in his throat, he knew the kid was lying.Without any reason, he just saw a string of words like "I'm just lying and you have the ability to expose me" from his expression.

But he didn't have any damn evidence to refute the kid.

The veins on Tony's forehead kept pulsating: "You are who you say you are, boy. I just want to explain that I didn't do it for those idiots who stole my company's weapons from nowhere..."

Ryan interrupted him again: "I see, sir." His slender index finger tapped the ice pack a few times erratically.

Tony froze for a moment, then nodded with a serious face.He understood the frequency Ryan tapped out, Morse code.All he said was one word: surveillance.

It is not ruled out that there are surveillance cameras and recorders in the house.

Ryan's original intention was just to test, but now seeing Tony nodded, he was a little surprised that he could understand Morse code.But after thinking about it, Morse code is the simplest kind of code in the cipher text, and I immediately let go.Tony Stark is a genius, after all.

He changed his hand, curled his left middle finger, and tapped a few syllables on the bed, which sounded like a child making some random noise when he was bored: I will bring you back to the base safely.

With crimson eyes half-closed, Ryan nodded very seriously, Tony Stark is now his task.No matter how much he disliked him, he would try his best to send the arms tycoon back to New York safely.

Besides, he doesn't dislike Tony Stark that much.

Tony was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he said this out of a soldier's sense of responsibility.To get him out of here safely, honestly, he didn't think Ryan could do it.

Dr. Inson glanced between the two, wondering why they suddenly stopped talking.He dabbed the last of the ointment on Ryan's too fair calf and helped him pull down the trouser leg of his military uniform.

"Can you teach me that?" Ryan thought for a while before asking, "Since you want me to help you."

"Casting?" Tony raised his eyebrows in surprise, because of the overly strong curiosity in Ryan's tone: "Let's forget it, you will burn yourself into an iron man..." His mouth started to sip again untimely, But right away, he stopped his bad habit: "I can sharpen your knife and let you do some follow-up fitters..." It's not too difficult, and a layman can handle it.

Out of selfishness, he still didn't want a minor to come into contact with hot molten iron, that would be dangerous.The children's practical training in the classroom is guaranteed by safety measures, but there is nothing here.

"So what about that?" Ryan didn't care about Tony's occasional "unfriendliness".He pointed to Tony's unremarkable laptop on the side. Tony Stark had been typing on the keyboard since he was sitting on this bed, until he just entered the manual operation link.

"Okay, kid." He didn't call the name that he thought was a pseudonym, after all, the pronunciation was so strange.Simply replace his name with a child.

Tony thought about it, and simply gave him some simple work.It saves him from idling around and bothering himself all the time, even if he doesn't do these simple tasks well, he can do them all over again.

He hugged the laptop, motioned Ryan to look at it, and explained it to him carefully.

If anything, Tony wasn't a particularly good teacher.He always takes it for granted that you have mastered a certain key step, and then mercilessly skips what you think is a difficult point.

Fortunately, Ryan is a good student, and Tony Stark is more patient with him at the moment.When Ryan continued to ask questions, he still paused and responded patiently.

After all, this is his only relative, so looking at this dead boy feels a little inexplicably warm.Tony turned around, suppressing the inexplicable arc of his lips.

Immediately, his patience paid off.

Tony, who had just poured molten iron into the casting model, threw down his sweaty T-shirt and checked the homework Ryan had given him.As he flipped through the codes, he kept raising his head to look at the white-haired boy standing aside observing the hot molten iron.While subconsciously stunned, there was also a strange relief in my heart: it really is their Stark's child, and he is a Stark.

Ryan looked back at him and asked about the result with his eyes.

"Okay." Tony nodded: "You have shortened our process a lot. I didn't expect such a solution."

"Would it work? I just thought I'd give it a try." He took a slightly roundabout approach, but the code was simpler and the machine could load it faster.

He tilted his head slightly, and looked at Tony Stark with crimson eyes: "Then can I learn this?" He pointed to the messy parts on the ground that Tony had just made.

Tony choked. He always felt that what Ryan wanted to learn from the beginning was only blacksmithing, which is not a high-tech operation, and he learned everything else by the way.What danced in those red eyes was obviously interested in the fire, dyed bright crimson by the light and shadow.

He sighed, but there was a feeling of helplessness in his heart as if he was raising his son: "Okay, safety first, do you understand?"

"Of order." Ryan took the sand from Tony, and Tony turned around and began to tap on a pile of weapons with a hammer: "Make sure your model is safe before casting, understand?" He handed Give Lane his own drawings.

Armor and programming are small problems for him. The real challenge is the palladium element he found from a pile of weapons.He's going to build a reactor in this impossible place.

"Are you going to make Gundam?" Ryan raised his eyebrows. Each drawing depicts different things, but under the light, it forms the shape of a pair of steel armor.Eyeing Tony briefly, Ryan covers his lips with his hand to keep out of the camera.He whispered, "The car magnets on your chest can't carry something that heavy. You want to make another reactor?"

"It's obvious at a glance." Tony frowned as he looked at the palladium element he had gathered together.It is not easy to use palladium to make a reactor. There is also a large reactor in Stark Industries, but it is whimsical to shrink it to the size of a fist.

"You know that palladium is poisonous, right?" Ryan put down the manuscript in his hand, frowned and looked at the glowing substance on the table.

"Who doesn't know that all radioactive elements are poisonous." Tony Stark was not in a good mood at the moment, and he hardly wanted to answer such obvious questions.

"Do you want to put those things into your body?" Dr. Inson broke in at this moment.The brain circuits of these two people are simply set up on a private channel, and it is not easy to build it in.

Ryan lowered his eyes and said thoughtfully: "Do you know... plutonium-186?"

"Come on. It's just a science fiction novel." Tony looked back at him. It's not that he didn't know what Ryan meant.

All radioactive elements are poisonous, but that's just existing radioactive elements.If only they could turn neutrons into protons, as described in "Gods Themselves", and have some non-toxic, ordinary element constantly radiate positrons outward.

Or simply, simply synthesize a new element.

But that is much more difficult than making palladium reactors. If it is normal, he may be confident that he can develop a new element and use it as the energy of the reactor.But it's not possible right now, with too little time and not enough tools.

And if carefully.The poisonous amount of the palladium element will not affect him too much, as long as it lasts enough to take them all out.

"You don't have to do this." Ryan's eyes flashed and then sank.

Tony suffered such an injury, and he also had his share of responsibility.If he wasn't trying to block himself...

The slender fingertips tapped the same frequency on the table again: I will bring you back to the base safely.

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