Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 41: A Little Shock from Warhammer

Alvin drove to a small town on the edge of the Afghan desert.

"Mr. Rich, it's up to you from now on~" He stopped the car, turned to look at Tony in the passenger seat, and raised his hand to signal that it was your turn to perform.

Tony pushed open the car door in a cool manner. Although he was dressed in rags, he still looked very gentlemanly.

"Is he going to chat up someone?" Ethan in the back row poked his head out and watched Tony walk up to a foreign woman, flick her hair in a very coquettish manner, and start talking.

The foreign woman was amused by him and it was obvious that the two of them were having a very pleasant conversation.

"Isn't that normal?"

Alvin held the steering wheel with one hand, thinking that Ethan had not seen enough of the world, and Master Tony's entertainment was more elaborate than he imagined.

Ethan watched with his own eyes as two strangers met, hugged and kissed in less than five minutes.

Not long after, Tony came back with lipstick on his face and the latest model of mobile phone in his hand.

"how did you do it?"

Ethan had no idea how he did it.

"what do you mean?"

Tony looked back at Ethan in confusion.

"Uh, that's it." Ethan was incoherent and could only gesture with his hands to show how they had just hugged and kissed.

"Oh, you mean this, it's very simple."

Tony didn't care. He dialed the phone and said calmly, "I told her my name is Tony Stark, and then it happened just like you saw."

Alvin in the front row could hardly hold back his laughter, as if he heard Ethan's heartbreaking sound.

"It's me, Pepper, I escaped."

After dialing the number, Tony first reported that he was safe, and then said, "Please call Rod. Yes, tell him that I'm in Afghanistan. What the hell is this place?"

In this world, the only number Tony could remember was probably Pepper Potts.

"Herat, this place is called Herat." Ethan reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, his name is Herat. I'll wait for him here."

Tony swallowed again and added, "Tell him to hurry up, and remember to bring three burgers when he comes over."

"Well, then what?" Ethan was obviously not used to the status of this legendary genius, and asked: "Should we find a place to rest? And wait for someone to pick you up?"

"Need not."

Alvin interjected and jokingly said, "Isn't there a garrison base next to it? People will be here soon."

As we all know, the Middle East is rich in oil, which is prone to breed mold.

Coincidentally, Afghanistan has a special geographical location and is located at the throat of the Middle East, so it is naturally inevitable to be severely beaten.

With Tony Stark's background, he is definitely worthy of the attention of the Ministry of Defense and the military. Coupled with his good friend Rhodes' rank of major general, he can command a fungus base to come and welcome him. Wouldn't that be a piece of cake?

"This matter has nothing to do with me."

Tony glanced at Ethan and explained with a guilty conscience.

But fortunately, Ethan didn't care too much. After all the fear along the way, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief: "Great, it's finally safe now."

Soon, several infantry fighting vehicles drove into the town, and there were even two Black Hawk helicopters hovering in the sky.

The shock from Amy stunned Ethan in the back seat. The black captain got off the infantry fighting vehicle, his face full of sweat, and trotted to the front of the Hummer: "That's great, Mr. Tony Stark, thank God for your safe return!"

"Where's the plane?"

Tony didn't give him a good look at all, and said gloomily: "You're not going to let me sit in that broken car and drive all the way back?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Stark, the transport plane is just outside Herat." The black captain wiped his sweat and said nervously, "I have contacted the nearby air force base and opened a special flight to New York to ensure that you will be safely returned to New York!"

Alvin found it ridiculous to see the black captain being so timid.

But if you think about America’s weird operations, it is not hard to understand. After all, whether in reality or in movies, aren’t they all serving the rich?

"Tsk, is there anyone here who will shoot down the transport plane with a missile this time?" Alvin beside him joked.

The black captain was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to get angry. He could only bite the bullet and guarantee: "Mr. Stark, we can assure you that there will be absolutely no danger!"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, lead the way quickly."

Tony was too lazy to pursue the matter, so he waved his hand and let the mold lead the way.

The news that the famous Tony Stark was kidnapped in Afghanistan has almost spread throughout the United States.

The Ministry of National Defense was under tremendous pressure and was looking forward to it day and night. Thanks to God, this man finally returned intact with no missing limbs.

Otherwise, the leaders in Congress couldn’t even imagine how much public pressure they would face.

Of course, the outside voices cannot affect Tony Stark.

In fact, Tony was so overwhelmed at the moment that he couldn't even take care of Pepper Potts.

"Fuck, this thing is for humans?!"

Tony's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the standard bolter of the Astra Militarum. His hair was almost torn apart. "Who on earth came up with the idea of ​​using rockets to accelerate bullets? The recoil alone can shatter the bones of an adult. It's unreasonable and too... violent!"

Here they come, humans from the 2K era, complaining about 40K weapons online!

Alvin admired Tony who was already going crazy, and happily stuffed a double beef burger into his mouth. He drank the Coke contentedly and said comfortably, "Can you do it? I don't think you are as good as you say. You can't even make something so simple?"

In fact, as early as in the desert, Tony had hinted to Alvin, intentionally or unintentionally, that he wanted to see his weapons and equipment.

But what Tony didn't know was that Alvin was taking advantage of his curiosity and playing into his hands.

So the two of them made a deal.

Alvin gave some of the equipment to Tony Stark for research. If there were any research results, the two could share the results.

It was a mutually beneficial deal, so he was naturally happy about it, and he was eager to let Tony study it carefully.

Then, the above scene appeared.

"Thank God, if you could just shut that mouth, I promise I could do the research more smoothly!"

Tony's bloodshot eyes glared at Alvin, who was eating and drinking leisurely on the side: "Also, I've told you many times not to throw the hamburger paper here!"

"What does it matter? Jarvis is here." Alvin said nonchalantly.

"Mr. Alvin, I must remind you that I am Mr. Stark's personal intelligent butler, not a sweeping robot." Jarvis seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and came out to help: "Sir, there is a charity party tomorrow night, do you want to go?"

"No, no, don't bother me, Jarvis!"

Tony complained a few words and then turned back to his research.

He was almost driven crazy. It wasn't because the technical reasons were difficult to overcome, but the original design of the gun left him completely confused!

What on earth is crazy enough to use a weapon that propels bullets with rockets?
Could this thing be used to fight aliens?
I see several brothers want to support the book, which makes me feel uncomfortable. What I lack most during the new book period is follow-up reading~ I ask everyone to give more follow-up reading, monthly tickets, etc., and wait for the fourth day of the guaranteed release to repay the great kindness of my brothers~
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(End of this chapter)