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Chapter 1371 Obadiah: I Have Nothing Left
Then, the aircraft changed its flying mode from propeller-driven to jet-driven.

Its speed suddenly increased, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, and it quickly disappeared into the distance.

Obadiah was tied firmly to the seat in the aircraft, and he could only watch helplessly as the scene outside the window changed rapidly.

He was filled with fear and confusion, not knowing where this group of people were taking him and what they were going to do to him.

Moreover, they broke into the prison openly and killed all the prison guards.

What made him even more uneasy was that this group of people were obviously well aware of the US military's radar system and heat source detection technology. Otherwise, such a huge aircraft, and the heat source traces it left in the night sky, should have attracted the attention of the US military and been locked by the Patriot missile system, or intercepted and interrogated by fighter jets.

But this is not the case. The aircraft moved silently through the night sky like a ghost, as if it possessed some kind of stealth technology that was ahead of its time, making all possible tracking and surveillance impossible.

The aircraft flew in the air for a long time and finally stopped in front of a desolate mountain.

The mountain peaks tower into the clouds, and the top is covered with snow, like a silver pyramid.

Surrounding it is a dense forest with tall and dense trees, as if hiding countless secrets.

The warriors roughly pulled Obadiah off the aircraft. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a biting cold, which was the biting cold wind from the top of the mountain.

They headed for the top of the mountain along a rugged and winding path, which was covered with thick snow and made every step extremely difficult.

Obadiah was caught in the middle, and his heart was filled with anxiety and despair. He knew that he was in a desperate situation and could not escape the control of this group of people no matter what.

As they continued to climb, the air around them became thinner and thinner.

Obadiah felt difficulty breathing, and his face turned pale and weak. However, the warriors seemed to feel nothing and continued to move forward firmly.

Finally, they reached the top of the mountain. There was a huge platform with a magnificent building on it.

The building's exterior walls are made of black rock, with complex patterns and patterns on the surface. The door is tightly closed, as if hiding endless secrets.

The soldiers escorted Obadiah through the heavy door and into the building.

Compared with the desolate and mysterious natural landscape outside, the environment here is completely different.

The metal-textured walls are not made of ordinary steel or alloys, but specially treated nano-composite materials. They are not only extremely strong, but can also effectively isolate external electromagnetic interference and sound transmission.

On these walls, LED light panels emitting cold white light are inlaid at regular intervals. They illuminate the entire space as bright as day, and even the tiny dust particles floating in the air are clearly visible.

The light reflects on the metal surface, forming interlaced light and shadows, adding a bit of mystery and depth to this cold space.

There was a faint metallic smell in the air, mixed with an imperceptible burnt smell unique to electronic components, which made people feel a little depressed involuntarily.

Everything here is so neat and orderly, as if every detail has been carefully designed and every item has its specific position and purpose.

They walked along a long corridor with soft sound-absorbing carpet on the floor. Every step was unusually quiet, with only the occasional low mechanical sound coming from behind a closed door breaking the silence.

These doors are made of high-strength composite materials and covered with a thin electromagnetic shielding layer to ensure that the work going on inside will not be disturbed by the outside world. Obadiah noticed that each door was inlaid with a circle of tiny LED indicators, some flashing a steady green light, and some occasionally lighting up a red alarm light, as if silently telling the busy and tense world behind the door.

At the end of the corridor is a spacious and solemn hall. The ceiling of the hall is so high that one feels dizzy when looking up. It is inlaid with transparent glass panels. Through these glass panels, one can see the stars in the night sky outside, which forms a sharp contrast with the cold tones of the room.

In the center of the hall stands a huge round conference table, which is made of unknown black metal. Its surface is polished and as smooth as a mirror, and it can clearly reflect everything around it.

Various sophisticated instruments and equipment are placed on the table, with indicator lights of various colors flashing.

There are huge display screens hanging on the surrounding walls, showing complex charts and data, which seem to be monitoring the progress of an important project in real time.

Obadiah saw a man wearing a white skull mask and a black uniform, sitting at the head seat at the conference table.

"Mr. Obadiah,"

The white skeleton spoke.

“Welcome to our world. Here, you will witness things beyond your imagination, and face the most important choice of your life.”

"Who are you?"

Obadiah finally met the real boss. He was very curious why the other party went to so much trouble to capture him.

"If you are looking for me about Stark Industries, I'm sorry, I'm no longer a Stark Industries employee. Tony will definitely erase all traces of me in Stark Industries, including the information you may want, backdoors to various weapons, fingerprints, permissions, passwords... I can't give you anything."

He was very honest because he was scared.

He was also afraid that the other party would torture him and force a confession, and he certainly could not bear such pain, so he told everything.

However, the White Skull just shook his head slightly, as if he had expected him to say that.

"Obadiah, you are wrong. We don't care if Tony has erased all traces of you, because we have the means to restore them and more."

"What we really want is you."

The white skeleton said calmly.

"I?"

Obadiah was stunned, confused. Apart from everything in Stark Industries, was he still of any use?
"We once snatched Tony Stark from the Freedom Fighters terrorists and imprisoned him in one of our bases to make him serve us..."

The white skeleton tapped the table with his finger, triggering the touch screen device, and then a video was projected in front of Obadiah.

Obadiah also witnessed how Tony created an iron suit from scratch.

He is truly a genius, he can survive in such a desperate situation.

(End of this chapter)