Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 11 Return of the Iron Man

Three hours ago, Stark, who built the steel armor Mark One, managed to escape under the cover of Ethan, but the quality of the hand-built Mark One was really bad. The rocket backpack just let him fly. After more than ten kilometers, he smashed into the desert.

The strong desire to survive made him struggle to crawl out of the sand, staring at the scorching sun that was about to hit his head, Stark wailed, looked at his dirty shirt, and stabbed a few times. , He has a simple sun hat made up of a few rags on his head.

Tony Stark is very grateful that he had learned survival knowledge on a whim. He also specially spent a lot of money to hire a female survival expert to teach him, although he finally taught him and went to bed, but Stark Still keeping in mind the teachings of the female expert, try not to expose yourself to the sun in the desert, and stay in the shade if you can. If there is no shade, then make a cool shelter.

After confirming the approximate direction, Stark walked through the uninhabited Gobi and desert with deep and shallow depths. Under the scorching sun, the air in the distance began to twist, and waves of heat rushed toward him. .

High temperature, lack of water, pain, these unfavorable factors are mixed together, taking turns in battle, torturing Stark, even at that moment, Stark wants to give up, but when I think of Ethan, who died for him, Stark Ke has a strong vision to live again, and he wants to avenge Ethan!

  After going over the sandy hills one after another, Stark saw several broken-earth houses appearing on the horizon in the distance.

  "Human smoke?" First, he spit on his hands vigorously, then wiped his fingers, Stark carefully rubbed his eye sockets, opened his bloodshot eyes, and stared carefully into the distance.

  After confirming that it was not an illusion, Stark immediately used the last bit of milk to rush over.

  One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, just tens of meters away from those houses, the door of a soil house in the middle suddenly creaked and was pushed open.

  Stark an excited spirit rolled on the spot and rolled into the low-lying land on the side of the dirt road, then he secretly raised his head to look at the dirt house.

  A few of them were dressed in combat uniforms, with large sand-colored scarves around their necks, and armed soldiers wrapped in cloth walked out of them.

   "Damn it!" Stark felt cold when he looked at the other party's dressing like the armed men, but the scene that happened afterwards made his cold little heart instantly hot.

Several militants seemed to be arguing about something, it was very fierce, and then one of the militants led suddenly threw his weapon to his companion, and then he lay down on the ground and did push-ups, and his companion began to babble. What? I laughed a few times from time to time. Suddenly the laughing militant said something in English.

   "You call this a push-up? My grandma does better than yours!"

  "Shut up, idiot, I said noenglish when I came here! Tell me the local dialect!"

  Hearing this familiar English, Stark decided to take a gamble, first yelled not to shoot, and then stood up from the mound with his hands raised.

   "Who is not allowed to move!"

  The militants reacted very quickly. Before Stark's words fell, the black hole's muzzle had been pointed at him.

   "I'm Tony Stark! Who are you?" Stark tore off the rags around his head and looked at each other with a grin on his chapped lips.

  "Tony Stark?" The militants led by tore off the scarf wrapped around their heads, revealing a shabby white face.

  "We are the true sons of the commando of the Titans. I am Captain Gideon. I am here to find you!" The white man motioned to his subordinates to put down their weapons, and walked forward to prepare to shake hands with Stark.

   "That's great, can I have something to eat and drink?" Stark looked at the big hand reaching out in front of him, and his leg was about to fall down. Fortunately, Gideon supported him.

  "Hold on for a while, I will inform others immediately, Michel, get water!"

   "Yes!" A soldier rushed into the room, and a few seconds later, he rushed out with a large water bottle with a straw.

   "Thank you!" Taking the heavy water bottle, Stark's throat squirmed, then he took up the straw and sucked desperately.

   "Huh? Huh~" After taking a sip of the water inside, Stark found that the thing was a little bit salty, and it also had the fragrance of vegetables, which made him a little curious.

"This is our nutrient solution, which can relieve fatigue and supplement various elements. Drink it slowly. We still have it! If it's not enough, I will prepare a few cans for you when I call the plane!" Gideon saw the star. Ke's doubts, explained.

   "Hmm, ah~" Stark nodded fiercely, and then started sucking in his water bottle.

  After drinking nearly one liter of nutrient solution in one breath, Stark was satisfied with a full hiccup, and then took the chocolate and field rations handed over by Gideon and gobbled it up, not at all as weak as it was a few minutes ago.

"Mr. Stark, I have already taken care of your trauma, but there is nothing I can do about this in your chest!" While Stark was eating, the medical soldiers of the Gideon team had already performed preliminary treatment on him. Examination and treatment, some wounds were cleaned and bandaged, and at the same time, Stark's current injury was summarized on a list, and then he threw it to Stark.

"this is?"

  "An overview of your situation, so that after being sent to the hospital, the doctor can save the time for preliminary examinations and proceed directly to treatment!"

  "Professional!" Stark suddenly admired Fisher. He seemed to be just an ordinary soldier, and he handled the wounds neatly. Such talents are treasures in the army. How did he get them?

If Fisher is here, when you hear his question, you will definitely laugh at Stark. You usually say that money can solve everything, so why can't I? I think Fisher has digged a lot of specialties for the giant's high salary. Retired personnel from the army came to serve as instructors, and there were even several officers. The facts proved that Fisher did a very beautiful job. The instructors hired by these giants passed on their life-long learning to the students, plus from time to time in the war zone. Now these combat personnel who belong to the Titans are even comparable to T1 special forces personnel. Even in terms of weapons and equipment, it is even higher than them. After all, the giant is still a first-class arms trading company, so the giant's combat troops have the best of the giant.

  (End of this chapter)