I haven't been a big brother for many years

"What do you want to do? Wait until they open this iron door and then rush out with bare hands?" Tony unceremoniously denied his thoughts: "You are a human, not a machine. And those people have guns in their hands." He It's almost impossible to stand the idea that this child is too naive.

"Who do you think you are? Doctor Manhattan?" Sometimes he even regretted why he would rush forward like that without even thinking about it. What's the point of saving this kid?Especially since he was still unwilling to admit that he was Ryan Black.

Ryan opened his lips, and the touch of emotion that had arisen in his heart just now was extinguished by the cold water.

Sure enough, it's better to bat... Such thoughts jumped out of his mind inappropriately.Ryan closed his mouth again, and swallowed "as long as I can get a sniper gun." This sentence will definitely be ridiculed by Tony.

Dr. Yingsen patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. He had been a prisoner here for a long time, and he had heard of the reputation of the master sniper in front of him.But like Tony, he didn't think it was a fantasy that a child could take the two of them out of the impenetrable fortress unscathed.

All they can do is stall for time and wait for the military's rescue.

People are always like this, even if they look forward to death for various complicated reasons, they still can't help being timid when death is approaching.It's as if those pains have become wonderful memories, and tiny expectations have become beliefs that support one's survival.

Ryan sighed, and waited until they went out.He can face death calmly, he doesn't want to care about what the man who looks exactly like him and claims to be David wants to do, that's too tiring.

All he wanted to do was put it all behind him, run away from it all, and meet death.There he can see bat again, so he is unwilling to follow bat's words and forget everything.

He wants to remember him, even in the face of pain, he can escape everything, but there are still only a small part of what can be called good memories.

He picked up the drawings on the table again and carefully made the molds with sand and a wooden hammer.

wait.

Wait in the dark.

Until a brilliant blue light flickered in the dark.

"Successful?" Dr. Inson was very emotional, he clenched his fists and asked.

"Successful." Tony's fingers stroked the small device on the table, and there was some uncontrollable excitement in his voice.

Ryan folded his arms, looked away from the blue halo, and followed the beetle who didn't know when it appeared on the ground.He had never seen such a bug in Afghanistan.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then quickly relaxed.Maybe he's just being too sensitive.

The sound of the chainsaw suddenly sounded inappropriately, and the harsh sound was cutting the thick iron door.Before all the teeth and blades of the chainsaw were scrapped, the welded door was finally opened a crack.

Now it finally opens normally, instead of delivering daily meals through a small window in the door.

The man who came in was a man they had never seen before. He looked like he was from the Middle East, and his aura was different from others.

Perhaps this is the real leader of the Ten Rings Gang.

All three stood up, Ryan glanced at the wooden hammer on the table and the reactor in Tony's hand, and raised his arms above his head.Now is not the time.

"I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation, Mr. Stark." The man in front of him spoke with a somewhat ferocious appearance. His voice sounded extremely cold, and he spoke English with an accent.

Even if he didn't make it clear, everyone knew he was questioning what Tony was holding.

"I don't know what this has to do with missiles, but my personal opinion is that you'd better be smart. Otherwise..." His eyes moved slightly, and the two subordinates quickly understood what he meant, one left and one right Hold Ryan down.

The man's movements were too fast, as soon as Stark wanted to stop the sound, he punched the white-haired boy in the abdomen.

This punch is not light.

Ryan gritted his teeth tightly, restraining himself from making any sound, the rusty smell rose up his throat and filled his entire mouth.

It almost made people think that the punch had no power at all, if it weren't for the tiny bloodshot from the corner of his lips.

"Let go of him, I'm doing it." Tony's eyebrows were tightly knit together at some point, he was almost fed up with the behavior threatened by the Ten Rings Gang.

There was a hint of difference and appreciation on the man's face, but it was obvious that he wasn't because of what Tony said was a lie.It was because of the young man in front of him that he had heard about for a long time, and he had even met him on the battlefield.

"White Eagle"

That's what they call this young man with amazing archery skills.He personally respects Genghis Khan very much, and the symbols of the Mongols besides horses are eagles and wolves.So another nickname they call "The Killer" Eric is "Black-backed Wolf".What was given to the young man in front of him was the highest praise for a hunter: "White Eagle".

Although he was lucky enough to see the melee posture of the young man in front of him once, such smooth movements were comparable to the "murderer".With agility reminiscent of big cats in the jungle, they move with the grace of a stroll in the meanest of things.

It's as if you can hold the Ten Commandments gang in your hand and knead them at any time.

It is precisely because of the existence of that team that the Ten Rings Gang has been unable to achieve any results in Afghanistan.

But now, that team no longer exists.Just before Tony Stark was kidnapped, they set up an ambush against the squad, and everyone was killed.

And the last survivor is being detained by him in the cave as a bargaining chip for him to blackmail Tony Stark.

"Do you think I'll believe your rhetoric?" The man snorted disdainfully and waved his hand.

The two who were carrying Ryan immediately understood, and dragged him to the door.

"Wait." Ryan licked the blood on the corner of his lips, raised his head and looked at the man in front of him: "There is a reduced version of the missile in the corner. We don't have enough materials, so we can only make a prototype first. The blue device is A key material for making normal missiles."

"Lai...?" Tony just asked a syllable, but Ryan stopped him with his eyes.when did he...

The man gave him a suspicious look, but still raised his palm.

A terrorist immediately searched in the direction Ryan pointed, and immediately found a missile that was exactly the same as the drawing, but the size was much smaller.

The two people holding Ryan immediately let go.

The man took the pocket "missile" and nodded compassionately: "I'll give you another three weeks. The raw materials will be delivered right away."

"Remember." Those fierce eyes fixed on the white-haired boy in front of him: "Don't try to play any tricks, I will crucify you and let the sun roast you alive." He grabbed the "missile" , striding out.

The men behind closed the door again, but this time they did not weld it.

Tony hurried over and grabbed Ryan's arm, supporting him: "When are you?" This is simply impossible, building a missile in two days.

"It's just double rocket bombs plus a missile casing." Ryan wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, making sure he didn't see any more red before putting down his hand.The scarlet eyes are like some kind of precipitated fruit pulp, and the blue light can occasionally be accommodated by those maroons, dancing out black flames.

"It took you two days to make an enhanced version of the rocket bomb?" Tony was almost laughed at by him: "I hope you still remember that I am an arms dealer. Missiles are not like bullets that can be filled casually." Just put things in an iron shell. If you really made such a piece of rubbish, even if I won't find out, won't those people from the Ten Rings Gang find out?" The teenagers he knew were not people who would gamble with other people's lives.

He didn't believe that the little bastard was telling the truth, but the truth also made him hard to accept—this little guy really made a shrunken version of the missile in two days.

How can this be?

But the young man in his arms seemed determined not to speak, quietly like a quail.

Tony just punched the cotton, and there was nothing he could do about it.He could only hold his breath: "The armor will take about a week, let's get out of here as soon as possible."

He had to take Ryan out of here as soon as possible, he was the key target of the Ten Rings Gang.If this continues, maybe he will really die here.

Tony helped the boy sit on the bed, Dr. Inson checked Ryan carefully, and made some simple treatment.

"Alas..." Dr. Inson sighed, his eyes couldn't help but focus on the huge wound on his waist and the overlapping small scars on his body.There is almost no intact skin on the immature torso, and the overly fair to sickly body is covered with bruises and scars that have turned pale pink.

"I really don't know how you survived." Tony's eyes swept over his exposed eight-pack abs, and then stayed on the scar on his flank.

"Everyone in the army is the same." Ryan bit his black T-shirt while Dr. Inson was still administering the medicine to him, and his speech was a little slurred.

"Do you want to go back to New York with me?" Tony crossed his arms, looking at the side face that should only appear on the cover of magazines, his heart was a little complicated, and he couldn't let the child continue like this.

War is cruel, and this ignorant war does not know when it will end.

He wants to take Ryan back and become his guardian.Ryan deserves the best education, a genius should not be buried in a place like this.

Not to mention, there is about Angelia Black.

Her name should be Angelia Stark.From the very beginning, she was a member of the Stark family, but for some reasons that he didn't want to be noticed by outsiders, his grandfather had some discussions with his mother and put Angelia's name on his grandfather's side.

The experiment was still successful.

It didn't show up on Angelia, but on her son.

He wanted to bring Ryan back, not to use him as a weapon.It was to make up for him, which the Starks owed him.

"Ryan..." Tony sighed, looking at the boy who hadn't responded to him for a long time.

"My name is Jordan Rendon, Mr. Stark." Ryan's expression remained unchanged, and some unknown emotion flashed across his scarlet eyes: "There are my family and friends in the army."

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I feel like I've written too much...

I don’t know if there are any little angels watching the Valentine’s Day episode