Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

'Tony Stark...'

'Tony...'

"Trust..."

"Wake up!"

The moment the suffocation disappeared, the trachea that had been blocked for many years was cleared. Air rushed into the lungs in an instant, and the man who had just woken up from a coma took a long breath.

"He..."

He stared at the person in front of him.

"Wake up!"

Tony Stark wakes up.

The terrorists who held him hostage did not harm his body, especially his hands and feet. They pushed him into the sink and threw him to the man with glasses after he passed out.

"I've never been so down and out."

Lying on a rough wooden board, Tony twisted the wire leading to his heart and turned his head to ask: "What's your name?"

The elegant man with almost bald head turned his head to look at him, staring at the dishonest hands trying to move the wires away from the heart. The shadow of the light stretched the man's body thin and long, and there was a strange sense of loneliness on the uneven land.

"Yinsen."

"Yinsen? You are older than me, right?" Tony stared at his bald head.

"Don't look over the top of someone's head when you say something like that."

“The spotlight effect.”

Yinsen put down the cup and turned around completely, finding a place with weaker light. "So, you weren't staring at the top of my head?"

"No." Tony denied, "Nice glasses."

Glasses?

Yinsen pointed at his empty eyes, then slowly took out his glasses from his chest pocket and put them on...

The man on the bed remained expressionless: "I mean, it looks nice on me."

The annoying rich man is still annoying even after he becomes a kidnapped rich man.

——Speaking of which, it seems that these terrorists did not want to hurt Tony Stark too much, so after ignoring him for a few days, they escorted him out of the smelly "prison". Now, he can really bask in the sunlight that he has not seen for a long time.

I also saw clearly where I was.

An extremely huge cave.

An unknown village, yellow sand, locals who don’t speak the same language, armed terrorists, and almost unchanging scenery.

——Frustration and some indescribable complex emotions surged into my heart.

If it is such a place, it will be difficult for the military to find its own in a short time.

Can he still escape?

The terrorist leader pretended to be friendly and took him on a tour. All the weapons he saw were printed with the words "Stark Industries" - this was the cause he had been working on and trying to maintain peace...

All of them became keys to killing.

These people took the key, got the password, and pulled out the sharp blade.

Towards innocent people.

The child whose body disappeared below the knees looked younger than the girl who was fighting with each other for a doll outside McDonald's. He limped past him, using a rag that he had stepped on before to cover his wound, with a frosted face that did not match his age.

A woman holding a baby squatted in front of the stall with a smile on her face, selling scarce food (for the locals), and she only accepted yellow bullets or local currency. Tony stood for a while out of curiosity and then found the baby in the cradle.

Long dead.

Half of the head was missing, as if it had been blown off.

The man's lips were as dry as sand. Broken hands and feet were common. Lost eyeballs and ears were not uncommon. Their eyes were more or less numb, but they still had smiles on their faces.

When they hold the hands of their family members or loved ones, smiles appear. Even in the eyes of people in the metropolis, these people are in great need of protection and rescue;

Even if the angels of the metropolis come to the rescue.

Even those who are in hell do not receive help.

Tony Stark was getting more and more frightened until the end, he could hardly look directly at the children and women who smiled at him - did they know? Did they know how they became like this?

They must be familiar with the name 'Stark', but just can't match it with the real person. Otherwise...

The weapons that were created to protect them were the source of all their disasters.

The leader didn't care what the prisoners around him thought.

He was very proud of himself all the way, looking at his own "kingdom", and describing his great cause to Tony in unclear and incomprehensible language - what kind of achievements he would make in the future and how brave his soldiers would be after using the weapons made by Stark Industries.

Yinsen didn't translate these words at all. He carefully told Tony in English not to tell his name to these civilians.

Tony Stark, an executioner, a new era demon. The Bible and God can't do anything about the Jericho missile, and obviously, they can't do anything about it.

But they can use their missing teeth to bite their flesh-and-blood creators to death bit by bit.

"I know."

Tony kept repeating 'I know' over and over again, and after going around in a circle, they returned to the entrance of the 'prison' again.

In front of the cave.

It took about an hour?

Yinsen found that the dirty man's eyes became brighter. Compared with the blurred pupils of the past few days, at this moment, he seemed to have sharpened his organs to see the world.

The incomprehensible language was translated to Tony by Yinsen again.

"He said they have everything they need to make the Jericho missile, and he wants you to make a list of materials." Yinsen glanced at the leader: "He said he needs you to start making it 'immediately'."

"Once you're done, I'll release you."

Release me?

Tony Stark is arrogant, but definitely not stupid.

"Release me?"

The chief's words were translated.

"Yes, we will keep our promise and release you. Mr. Stark, we really want the manufacturing technology of the Jericho missile, but you are of no use to us. Instead, you are a nuisance. Do you understand what you mean to the US military?"

"If you build the missiles obediently, you can return to your extravagant and glamorous world of fame and fortune sooner."

"Deal?"

Tony glanced at the hand he held out.

He held it.

"of course not."

Chapter 67 The Birth of Hope

With a stove at night, the cold current no longer hurts people.

Yinsen gave his only warm hat to Tony and put on a detective hat. This man who had experienced many ups and downs often fell into silence since today, staring at the land or some meaningless place in a daze.

He knew that look well: on that day, he saw his entire family die.

He looked exactly like Tony Stark at the time.

"I believe they must be looking for you, Stark," Yinsen said, "but to find you in such a mountainous area - it's impossible."

Stark stared at the raging fire, counting the crackling sparks one by one. The orange color appeared and disappeared in his pupils, howling; after the flames disappeared and the ashes dispersed, it became silent like him.

Then, he moved his pupils with difficulty, trying to find the next spark that could allow him to focus his attention.

Yinsen sighed secretly: "You can't be depressed like this, Stark."

silence.

"You...you want these," Silver pointed outward, "to be your final legacy?"

silence.

"Your life is in the hands of those murderous terrorists. You keep going like this - just like this, right now, and you'll be able to get out?"

silence.

"This is the final act of the 'great', 'arrogant', 'gifted' Tony Stark's defiance? Without saying a word and getting a bullet through the brain?"

silence.

Yinsen glared at him aggressively: "Or... are you going to do something? Hmm?"

Tony finally spoke.

"Why should I do it? They will kill me and you. Even if they don't kill me now, the deadline is - in a week. They will kill me sooner or later."

Yinsen looked at him with dark eyes, and said slowly and meaningfully: "In that case... then, this is a very, very important week... isn't it?"

Tony mused.

…………

……

"If this is my workstation, it needs to be well-lit."

In the cave, the place that originally served as a 'prison' for the two people had changed drastically - the terrorists carrying guns became porters, and Tony Stark stood in the middle of the crowd, chattering like a manager, ordering these exhausted guys around.

"Tools! I need tools! You got nothing here except sand and sweat? That's what you told me, 'everything you need', huh?"

Wearing a black work hat and focusing on work, he is not very likable - although Yinsen thinks he is equally unlikable when he is not focusing on work.

"Welding equipment, do you understand? Welding, or welding. The manufacturing process and technology of joining metals or other thermoplastic materials such as plastics by heating, high temperature or high pressure - I will teach you without charging tuition. Look at you all with sad faces. You can listen to Mr. Stark's lectures while moving some things. Let me see which guy who is unwilling to be ordinary can seize this opportunity..."

"Ah, you see, he listened carefully. This child may become your boss in the future. Don't look at me like that. Hold him and I won't compensate you if he breaks."

The bossy man was a prisoner like a lost dog a few days ago, but everything changed since yesterday afternoon.

They had to obey his orders, to meet his requirements faster and more comprehensively, and to create the weapons the leader needed: Jericho missiles.

"Ethane or propane, it doesn't matter. I need a soldering station, a helmet, goggles, a melting cup, and two sets of precision measuring tools - plus a bottle of whiskey and two glasses."

Obviously, that last request will not be met.

"Missiles don't need whiskey as a material."

Tony raised an eyebrow, "But the people who make missiles need it."

"You should drink less. Now...what are we going to do?"

"It's what I'm going to do."

Stark carefully pried the missile open, unscrewed the back cover, carefully pulled out the trigger device, and casually asked Yinsen: "Who are these people?"

"Your loyal customer, Mr. Stark." Yinsen helped him pass things to him: "They call themselves the 'Ten Rings Gang'."

"Oh, little gang, never heard of it."

Yinsen watched him throw away the metal joint and gently pick up the remaining part with tweezers - the center part the size of a fingernail, like a silver product.

"what is this?"

"Palladium, 0.15 grams of palladium. But we need at least 1.6 grams." Stark glanced at Yinsen: "Leave it to you, we need eleven more."

Yinsen couldn't believe it: "You mean, unscrew the back cover, pry off the outer skin, pull out the core, move the stopper, and clamp out the palladium bar - I need to repeat these steps eleven times?"

“That’s a good summary.”

"You are such an unscrupulous capitalist."

"Now is the hero who is about to save the world."

Yinsen thought that someone could come and save him first, God, he is so old.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time."