Marvel World New Magneto

When Eric was joking with people on the plane, the person he was looking for had just endured a torture. Tony was escorted back from the glare of the sun valley to the dark cave with water stains all over his body. Prisoner, but this time he not only has to do his duty as a prisoner, but also plays the role of an engineer, building a Jericho missile for the kidnappers.

The Jericho missile, Tony has introduced it to many people, the pride of Stark Industries, the treasure of the Freedom series of weapons, and now it has become the source of suffering for its creator, this contrast is like a son who has always been valued Being a thief, he didn't know what to say, his mouth was full of bitterness.

"I know they are all looking for you, but there are so many caves here, it's impossible for them to find them." The man with glasses in the same room said to him secretly. "The fruit of your life is in the hands of those murderers. Do you want to die here? Is this the last action of the great Tony Stark? Or are you doing something now?"

Tony sat on the bed expressionlessly, watching men who were covered in veils walk in and out, moving various tools into the prison, and answered the man indifferently: "They will kill me anyway, and why not?" With you. Even if they do nothing, I only have a week to live."

"So, this week is very important to you, isn't it?" The man tried his best to convince him, Tony subconsciously avoided his scorching gaze, took a deep breath, and his heart suddenly beat rapidly.

Bandits and ants have one thing in common, that is tirelessness, and they are always in the process of carrying things, either carrying things or preparing to carry things. The materials that were originally needed are almost ready, but Tony suddenly put forward a new request.

His explanation is that the conditions here are insufficient.So more weapons need to be dismantled in order to get parts.

"This will be the place where I work, and the light must be sufficient. There must be order, and no idlers are allowed to disturb at will. In addition, I need welding equipment, enough open space, a crucible, and two sets of cutting tools." Tony said, the The man with glasses helped him translate, and the cell did not return to tranquility until all the requirements were met.

Now Tony is soldering the circuit, and with each spot welding, clear smoke with the smell of rosin rises from time to time.

"How many languages ​​can you speak?" He was really bored at work, so he asked the man casually, according to his observation.That person communicates with people in different languages, and this ability is rare in Stark Industries-of course, there is also a reason for his slow work.

"A lot." The man sighed. "But it's still not enough here. They speak Arabic, Urdu, Mongolian, Persian, Russian... and some of them I don't understand. I can only roughly guess what they mean."

"Who are they?" Under the desk lamp, Tony's face was blurred in the smoke.

"Your loyal user, sir." The man laughed sarcastically.Tony frowned. If it was the past, he would fight back immediately, but when he was on the scene, he could no longer maintain the aggressive posture of the past.

"They claim to be freedom fighters." The man was a little surprised that he didn't wait for the expected rebuttal, but he had a good temper.I feel like I might be a little too much.I explained it to him again.

As they talked, the monitor in the corner flashed red.The people behind saw that there was nothing unusual, so they relaxed their vigilance.

Roughly opening a self-positioning smart cannonball, Tony took out a gear-shaped part inside, which shone silver under the light.

"What is this?" the man asked.

"Palladium." Tony answered briefly, then added. "There is 0.15 grams of palladium in each part, we need at least 1.6 grams, so we have to dismantle the remaining 11."

With the help of the man, they quickly completed the work, melting it into a liquid in a crucible, and pouring it into a container.

"What should I call you?" Tony asked after finishing his work.

"Ethan." The man replied.

"Nice to meet you."

***

At this time, after a total of [-] hours of long-distance flight, Eric came to the base where Tony Stark had last arrived before his disappearance, where Tony's good friend James Roddy was waiting for him. The search operation has not been able to find any traces. Those attackers seem to have put on an invisibility robe in Arabic mythology, or boarded a woolen flying carpet that can only be found in the Arabian Nights, and disappeared without a trace in the air. However, even though the military used methods such as helicopter net search and satellite remote sensing, they still could not find Tony's whereabouts.

Now Roddy is blaming himself that maybe these things would never have happened had he bet his buddy on his military Humvee instead of letting him ride in his Jolly Jeep.

Fortunately, Eric's arrival gave him some hope. Although Tony doesn't like mutants, it doesn't mean he doesn't care about their abilities. For Eric, who has been in contact with him, he still put in a lot of effort to study Yes, as his best friend Roddy is also known.

"We have no choice. The only hope is to get some clues from the local tribal elders, but they don't trust us, and they won't fight those people for money. I can only count on you now, Eric." Roddy told the visitors about his plight very bluntly.

Eric patted him on the shoulder and asked him not to delay for a moment, but to take him to the scene of the attack first.

The scene was in ruins. The soldiers' bodies had already been transported away, and the wreckage of the burnt car was still parked in place. The local wind and sand were very strong. After several nights, half of their bodies were buried, and they could only lie in the arms of the gravel, speechless. Complain about the suffering he has suffered.

Eric walked among them alone, closed his eyes for a while, and Roddy looked at him anxiously, until half an hour passed, and Eric opened his eyes.

"How?" Roddy asked hopefully, he almost regarded Eric as a psychic.

"The other party has a large number of people, armed with powerful firepower, and most importantly - they came straight to Tony." Eric's words were completely in line with the military's investigation results, but he didn't actually perceive anything. The first one is based on his observation of the scene, and the latter one is the result already known in advance.

But Rody didn't know that he was putting on airs, or that he urgently needed someone to help him now, so even if the doubt was right in front of him, he didn't care about it.

"What should we do?" Roddy asked anxiously, Eric found a reason to send him back, and then flew into the sky alone.

On the other side, Tony is close to completing the most important invention of his life.

He wound up the coils one by one, put them into a box, and then spliced ​​them with the integrated circuit board. The clear smoke filled the cell and blurred the vision in the monitor. People outside could see him in the cell. He was doing things, but he couldn't see what he was doing until the initial completion of the work, and he held a gyro with a faint light in his hand.

"This doesn't look like a Jericho missile." Ethan said to himself. He had already thought that Tony would not do what the gangster said, but seeing this little guy, he was inevitably a little disappointed.

"This is a small nuclear reactor." Tony admired his creation, and the bluish light illuminated his retinas. "I have a big one at home, which the factory uses to generate electricity, and it sucks up debris from my body."

"How much power?"

"Three billion joules per second, if I'm not mistaken."

"That's enough to keep your heart beating for 15 years."

"Yes, or 15 minutes at a higher power." Tony's words were meaningful.

Ethan was stunned, and then Tony took out a stack of drawings. Various parts were drawn on these pieces of paper, some looked like missile shells, and some looked like some kind of mechanical arm. part.

"This is how we get out." As Tony said, he pressed it flat with force, and with the dim light, the various parts of the drawing were combined into a humanoid armor.

"Impressive," Ethan murmured.

"My friend opened a weapons company..." Tony's voice suddenly elongated, his expression was a little erratic, but he quickly returned to normal. "His company's most outstanding product is a humanoid armor. Although it was not purchased by the military due to accidents, there are many interesting designs in it. It can walk, fly, and fight. The initial appearance was not good, but in the It performed very well in the latter supernatural event... I heard a female reporter mention it, so I paid attention to it, and now it provides me with endless inspiration."

"Spiritual events?" Ethan has been locked up here recently. He has never heard of the specter armor in West New York that has been making a fuss, let alone the existence of Captain Pocky Curtis.

"In short, it will give us hope." Tony carefully took out the electromagnet in front of his chest, and put the reactor he just made into it. This was the first step and the most important core of the plan.

A warm force spread throughout his body, he breathed slowly, and finally he didn't have the fluctuating heartbeat.

Then the door of the cell rang, and the militants couldn't watch through the monitor, and their leader immediately led someone in.

The fat man with the beard who was talking fell behind, and was replaced by a strong man with a bald eagle and a hooked nose. Both Tony and Ethan remembered him. Before that, this man had been staying on the edge of the crowd, as if he was an inconspicuous person. Who knows He is the commander here.

The bald commander walked up to Tony, looked at the components on the table, and tapped on the glowing reactor on his chest. Fortunately, he didn't understand technology, and thought it was a life-saving means to replace the electromagnet, so he didn't go into it further, but A manifesto was issued.

"The bow and arrow were once feared weapons. They gave Genghis Khan a dominion from the Pacific to the Ukraine, twice the size of Alexander's Greece and four times the size of the Roman Empire, but today, who has the latest Stark weapons, whoever rules this land, now it's my turn."

The commander looked at Tony, and issued an ultimatum.

"By tomorrow, build me a missile."

When the cell was locked again from the outside, Tony and Ethan faced each other, knowing it was their last night of safety. (to be continued~^~)