[Iron Man] Did the president save the world today?

"Tony!!!!!!"

Although Amy's shout was weak compared to the explosion, Stark heard her voice immediately. Looking in the direction of the voice, she had a pained expression, a rifle in her hand, and a formal suit. It was already full of dust, and there were even bloodstains—Stark was taken aback, he saw Amy's left calf twisted outwards strangely, blood was gurgling, and the bones pierced the skin.

Not knowing what belief it was, she dragged that leg and quickly ran to his side, and stuffed the gun into his hand without saying a word.

"Tony, the opponent's firepower must be greater than ours." Amy frowned and said calmly, "But you can definitely find a way to get out of here, and I don't have to be sure, so it's better for you to hold a gun."

"Your leg--"

"I know it's hurt, I'm in pain, but I don't dare to look at it now." Amy took a deep breath, her voice trembling, and her face was pale.

Just as Stark was about to say something, he heard a muffled voice beside him, as if something had been stuck into the sand. When he turned his head to look, he was immediately surrounded by intense pain, as if his body was being torn apart, and what he could do , only reached out to protect Amy next to her.

Oh, and he saw that line, "Made by Stark Industries" written on that missile.

It's really ironic. He wholeheartedly thought that he could protect the country, at least himself, by making the toughest gun barrel in the world, but now... Good guy, it actually exploded on his head. In vain of his fame, he just I can only explain here...

Stark's consciousness became blurred, and his mind was in a state of chaos. He had never been so confused since he could remember. There was light, pain, and dying cold. Slowly, it seemed that light came in.

He felt that his consciousness was gradually awakening, so he opened his eyes suddenly, and then took a hard breath. Looking at the environment around him, the ceiling and walls were very rough. It should be in a cave. There seemed to be a water glass next to him. The hand wanted to reach it, but because of too much force, the water glass fell to the ground, it made a crisp sound, followed by a refined man's voice,

"If I were you, I would never move."

Knowing that someone was there, Stark breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked him, "Who are you?"

"My name is Ethan," he walked to the bed with a decent smile, much like the housekeeper he remembered.

Stark's mind was in a mess. He was about to ask about Amy's situation, but his hand touched a hard box. He looked over there, and it seemed to be a battery with several wires connected to it. The other end of the wire was, Uh... it's his chest!

He sat up and asked, "What is this?"

"It's what saved your life, Mr. Stark." Ethan took a small bottle from the side and threw it to him, "This battery and the little guy on your chest are working hard to prevent other shrapnel in your body from rushing To the heart." He pointed to the bottle, "These are some that were taken out of your operation three months ago, Mr. Stark, you are lucky to survive."

"Three months ago?"

"Yes, but unfortunately, based on the experience of residents here who have been shot, this thing on your chest will only last you about a week."

"Don't move!" An iron door was suddenly opened, and several people with guns rushed in, among them a bearded man walked out slowly.

"Stand up! Do like me!" Ethan ordered.

"who are they?"

"Stop asking! Do it like me! Put your hands behind your head!"

Stark glanced at the opponent's gun, and had to slowly raise his hand behind his head.

The bearded man on the opposite side began to speak sentence by sentence. Stark frowned and looked at Ethan next to him, and he began to translate conscientiously.

"Mr. Stark, we welcome you very much..."

Oh, that's enough, enough, let's skip this kind of polite talk, let's talk about what's the purpose, money?

"We want you to build us a Jericho missile..." Ethan translated.

Stark immediately caught this sentence, was taken aback for a moment, digested the meaning of this sentence, and refused without hesitation: "No."

So Stark was sentenced to brainwashing torture, oh yes, there is no mistake, without quotation marks, it is brainwashing, the kind of washing people's heads in water.

When he almost felt that he was going to confess here again, a sincere call suddenly sounded in his mind, calling his name directly, which made him wake up immediately.

"Okay ya guys!" Stark yelled as his head was pulled out of the water, "I'll do it!"

A man can bend and stretch, so that the green hills will not be afraid of running out of firewood. This is a way to slow down the army... Stark keeps hypnotizing himself, so he is not brainwashed to be afraid!He is not!

Okay, don't be nervous, you are handsome and listen to you.

Then the bearded man took him and the translator Ethan to visit their arsenal outside the cave. Without exception, they were all made by Stark Industries. Most of these guys were designed by him. He knew each of them, but at this moment They did not recognize him.

This feeling is very unpleasant. His previous attitude towards these weapons was dependence and love. He didn't realize until the cold shell was pointed at him, and he had personally felt the shrapnel in his body. , he was wrong, powerful weapons may not guarantee peace, like the few young and lovely American soldiers who sat with him on the happy jeep that day, they died under the weapons he personally designed...

Stark felt the respectful and fearful eyes of the residents around him, and his heart was even heavier.

Fortunately, Ethan spoke at the right time.

"There are all materials for making Jericho missiles here, just say what you want." Ethan translated the bearded bird language in a refined tone.

"I'll send you back when you're done."

Stark stopped, but only reacted to this sentence, turned around, smiled and shook hands with the bearded man, looking happy to cooperate.But his mouth clearly expressed his thoughts: "No, he won't."

"Yes, he won't." Ethan answered in full agreement.

Back in the cave again, Stark's heart fell into a battle between heaven and man. If Jericho missiles were made for these people, I don't know how many people would die under the explosion of the missiles. If he could die, even if he was created, they would definitely not let him go back. In short, it is a dead end... Well, let him die, anyway, Ethan also said that he can only live for a week at most.

Ethan seemed to know what he was thinking, and stepped forward to persuade him, "Tony, don't give up."

"So what if I don't give up?" Stark was a little depressed, "I can't escape, and I won't build missiles for them, so I can only give up."

"No!" Ethan stared at him, "Now that you know that what you have done is wrong, you have to try your best to reverse it! You can't give up here, you are a genius Tony Stark, waiting to die like this, Is it the great Tony Stark's counterattack?"

Stark glanced at him, thinking about it.Then began to order the required items. People shuttled through the silent cave. The genius who was holding a battery and had a ring-shaped glowing thing on his chest was calmly directing the audience. Everything was in order. Everything has become his domain.

Stark noticed a small mirror on the table, picked it up and took a look at himself, and then he was full of complaints, picky about the clothes the bearded man found, what does this migrant worker look like when he enters the city?Although it doesn't affect his handsomeness, it affects his mood!It's not as good as the suit, cow jacket, jeans, yellow shirt and green tie worn by Amy——

oh amy...

Stark's face sank, he turned around and asked the busy Ethan, "Ethan, did you see a girl with long brown hair who was with me?"

Ethan paused, with regret on his elegant face: "I'm sorry, Stark."