Marvel turns into Iron Man

"What, why did you come back alone, where did the others die?!"

Suddenly, a man's heavy voice came from his ear. The voice seemed to be a bit annoyed, as if he was extremely suppressing the unhappiness in his heart. I am afraid that the anger in his heart will burst out soon, and what he is targeting is naturally It was the group of trembling guys under him.

"The American resistance is strong, sir, and it took a lot of our lives to catch this woman from their convoy."

"The others retreated with her to cover me and stayed to block the attack of the US military. I...I don't know what happened after that."

After a short few seconds, there was a sudden crisp sound of palms falling on the face, as if someone was knocked to the ground, fell a few times, bumped into something, and made a loud noise, while the annoyed man before The male voice sounded again, and at the same time, there was a series of curses.

"Damn it, you're such a stupid pig. A full-stacked team can't beat a US military transport team with a few people, and it's even wiped out. Why don't you die there!"

"Boss...... Boss, please spare me, I, at least I brought back the person, I brought back the person you wanted!"

There was another short silence, and after the silence, a sudden gunshot exploded in this small space, followed by the sound of a body falling to the ground.

And everything that happened made the beautiful figure who was tied to the chair squirm crazily as if she had been extremely frightened, trying to break free from the shackles that bound her body.

With the burlap bag covering her head being roughly torn apart, the sudden light made her see the world clearly again.

She noticed the environment she was in, and at the same time saw everything around her clearly.

She saw a man wearing sunglasses looking straight at her with a ferocious smile on his face.

She saw the gradually icy body lying in a pool of blood on the floor in the distance, and had already lost its life.

All around her she saw terrorists in battered military uniforms, scarves, and automatic weapons slung around their waists.

What she saw was a smoky cave, and even more so, a haunted cave from which people could not escape.

Several strands of rope spun from coarse hemp firmly fixed her on the somewhat tattered chair beneath her, and there was a suffocating sense of restraint all over her body.

Arms close together behind the back, the hemp rope was wound several times and then returned to the chest. The black stockings on the legs were scratched by the small thorns on the rough hemp rope. The rope went around the knees and coiled around the ankles. The legs are fastened to the legs of the chair.

With such a tight bondage, even a slight twist of the body seems to have become a luxury, but fortunately, at least the clothes on his body are still intact, and there is no trace of being torn.

"Although this meeting was not pleasant, I will say one thing - welcome to Afghanistan, ma'am."

The bald man standing in front of him took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, bent down in a very gentlemanly manner, and bowed, with a self-confident smile on his face, but all of this, coupled with his wolf-like eyes, As well as the scar on the face, it looks very hideous and terrifying.

"You... who are you, do you know who I am, how dare you treat me like this!"

The woman's face immediately showed a panicked expression, but seeing this scene, the faces of the few people standing beside her showed lewd eyes and ferocious smiles.

It seemed that the more frightened she was, the more excited these terrorist militants would be.

"I warn you, let me go immediately, otherwise I will make you regret it!"

Her words made the man standing in front of her obviously stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed out loud, surrounding him, the subordinates headed by him looked at the boss and laughed, and naturally laughed too—— This filled the not-so-spacious cave with wanton laughter.

"Ma'am, you don't seem to have figured out the situation yet."

As he spoke, the man walked forward slowly, and took off the somewhat worn leather glove on his right hand, revealing a weather-beaten hand covered with cracks from wind erosion, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Even the U.S. military doesn't know where you are now. You are the only one here, and the forces behind you pose no threat to us at all. Your threat to us is nothing more than making your own It doesn't make any sense other than the situation becomes more awkward."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the woman's white and tender cheek with the back of his rough hand, and the man also closed his eyes, as if he wanted to relive the momentary smoothness brought by the skin, and imprint it forever In the deepest part of my heart.

In the vast desert of Afghanistan, in such a ghostly place, women can be said to be a necessity and a consumable at the same time.

Even the women that his subordinates snatched back from various places are not good-looking, at most they can only be used as a tool for venting, not to mention this kind of woman from the United States, which can only be raised by large companies and large groups, with smooth skin and a figure A slender, glamorous and wealthy lady.

But he was very clear in his heart - no matter what, he couldn't, and at the same time he had to restrain all his subordinates, not to touch the woman in front of him at all, unless she had lost all use value.

He brought back his gloves again, took a photo from his subordinate, and placed it in front of the woman. The woman's eyes fell on the photo, she seemed to be stunned for a moment, but soon became full of anger He couldn't help but smile, which made him smile very brightly.

"Actually, I invite you to come here today because there are some small things I hope you can help with."

"We need an expert in the field of military industry to reproduce the glory of this weapon for us - this is your work, you must know how to manufacture it."

"Your appetites are really big enough, but why should I help you terrorists make missiles?"

"Because you have no choice, this is your only role, unless you want to be a tool for my group of people to vent their desires and give birth to more descendants for Khan and Allah, otherwise...you don't have to choose."

Looking at the photo of the missile on the paper, and at the group of smelly men around her who exude a strong sour smell, Miss Stark could only slightly nod her head.

"Wise choice—due to language problems, I have arranged an assistant and translator for you. During this time, he will help you communicate with my subordinates. If you need anything, you can tell us at any time. As long as you Give me the missile and we'll let you go."

As he spoke, the man waved his hand lightly, and several of his subordinates immediately rushed forward, and hurriedly untied the ropes on her body.

And in this process, physical contact is unavoidable, no matter whether it is intentional or unintentional, she can only bite her lips, try her best to avoid a few malicious hands, and frown.

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Back to 48 hours ago——

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Due to the strategic adjustment of the US military in the Asia-Pacific region, the US Department of Defense launched a new round of arms bidding exhibition. The Stark Industries Group led by Miss Stark is indispensable.

The Stark Industries Group has been officially inherited by Ms. Stark, and is on the right track—she has parachuted a group of cronies and regained control of some important positions within the group. This move has naturally caused some internal struggles.

In order to suppress the instability within the group, Ms. Stark took out a set of new weapon technology research results, intending to use them as bargaining chips at the exhibition, using the cooperation order between the Stark Industries Group and the US military in her hand. To suppress the opposition within the company and make some achievements.

The Stark Industries Group signed a series of weapons orders with the U.S. Department of Defense. That night, a batch of munitions including three latest missiles was sent to the U.S. military's transport plane and flew directly to Afghanistan. Bagram Air Force Operating Base in South Central.

After the military weapons exhibition held by the US military, the US Department of Defense invited many cooperative civilian military enterprises to participate in a small-scale, open-to-private awards show, which will be held in Nevada The world-renowned casino, the downtown area of ​​Las Vegas.

As a loyal partner of the U.S. Department of Defense, Stark Industries Group naturally became the guest of honor at the awards show, and Miss Stark herself directly decided one of the awards—although Miss Stark was a little disapproving, but Austrian That old guy Badia still urged her to come over.

"She is a full-fledged patriot, a shrewd businessman, and a scientist. Relying on world-leading science and technology, she maintains the freedom and stability of the world. Similarly, she also maintains the the dignity and tangible interests of the United States."

Standing on the podium and speaking, it was Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes from the Weapons Research Institute of the Ministry of National Defense. He was wearing a decent dark military uniform, his badge was shining under the light, and his forehead was slightly sweating. And the audience is a pitch-black scene.

"As the liaison between the U.S. military and Stark Industries, I am delighted to be working with such a true patriot."

As he spoke, he raised the transparent crystal trophy in his hand and showed it to everyone present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to present this year's [Peace Messenger] award to this esteemed lady. Now, please let us applaud and welcome, the current president of Stark Industries Group - Anthony Miss Ya Natasha Stark."

He stood on the podium and read the speech script submitted to him last night according to the scriptures. However, at this moment of awarding the guests and the host, no one came to the stage to receive the award, not even those partners who were familiar with Miss Stark. Among them, no one saw the figure of the award recipient, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

On the podium, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was obviously a little embarrassed—while in the audience, Obadiah Stein shook his head helplessly, ignoring the probing gazes cast by everyone, and slowly stood up, preparing to The wayward girl in my family made a rescue.

The girl's personality is exactly the same as her father's. Under such circumstances, if she still engages in this kind of specialization, don't you know that most people will feel a little bit unhappy with Stark Industries, and even tit for tat, which will damage her reputation? Is it damaged?

In desperation, amidst the applause, this veteran employee who had worked hard for decades for Stark Industries Group, the old man Obadiah Stein, who had stepped down from the position of president, stepped forward slowly and came to When he reached Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, he took the trophy in his hand.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel - it's really beautiful, I like it."

"you are welcome."

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes shook his head with a helpless wry smile. He didn't know that the girl's mind was full of inexplicable whims, and she often thought of it one after another. As long as she made up her mind, Not even eight horses could pull it back.

"Of course, obviously, I'm not her, but I watched that girl grow up - she has too many shining points, but she also has some shortcomings, and those shortcomings are the same as her father's. I believe everyone can see it.”

Hearing Obadiah Stein's joking words, most of the guests in the audience wanted to smile. The participants present were all from the major military industrial enterprise groups in the United States, and even many of them had received the favor of the old Howard Stark. , Naturally, the father and daughter of the Stark family can be said to know everything about it.

"To be honest, all the big and small families in their family have a common shortcoming, that is, they are too deeply involved in work. I thought I would be able to relax after retirement, but you see—it seems that there is something missing. I still can't."

As he spoke, Obadiah on the podium slowly spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and said helplessly.

PS:

Tried the color style of writing