"Chief, Tony Stark's situation is a little bad now!" Laza reminded.

Lord Man took back his thoughts and immediately ordered: "Send him to the base quickly and let Dr. Insen take care of him."

In a daze, Tony Stark vaguely heard someone say, "It's so unfortunate that a piece of bomb fell into this guy's chest like a bullet. Do you want to save him? To be honest, I'm not sure..."

Will I die?

My life, Tony Stark, will be like a candle in the wind, extinguish in the next moment?

Tony's spirit seemed to condense into substance, constantly sinking, sinking, sinking...

And below is the bottomless abyss!

It was like a whirlpool that appeared on the ocean, constantly sucking Tony's soul.

Suddenly, scenes of the past were like movies, appearing in his mind one by one.

That was the night before I came to the desert continent.

"I'll give Caesar to you." Tony handed a glass of white wine to the nearby beauty and pulled out of the casino covered with the smell of copper.

And the note that awarded him the so-called "peace prize" may only leave the trophy tonight.

Tony led a group of black-clad bodyguards and was about to bend down and get into the car.

A reporter with a sweet voice and a pure appearance rushed up: "I am Cretes, a reporter from Vanity Fair magazine. Can you interview you a few questions?"

Tony didn't look back, he waved his hand to refuse, and the tall bodyguard beside him said lightly: "She is very cute."

"She's not bad?"

Tony withdrew his hand that was stretched in the air, turned around gorgeously and smoothly and greeted: "Hi!"

Not bad... This woman is very delicious!

His eyes lit up.

"Yes, no problem, ask."

"You are called the contemporary Leonardo da Vinci, do you have any ideas about this?"

Tony looked indifferent: "This is ridiculous, I can't draw."

"What about other nicknames? For example, the Death Merchant..."

"That's good, I guess, Berlek graduated?"

“Langbu University.”

Tony continued: "Well, Miss Rambling, the world is not perfect, but we have no choice, and I promise that if the world does not need weapons to maintain peace, we will turn to the children's hospital."

"You have rehearsed many times..."

“Practice every night in front of the mirror.”

"Can see."

Tony smiled: "I'd like to show it to you directly."

"I just want you to answer my question positively, Mr. Tony."

"Well, positively answered, my dad has a concept - 'Peace is holding a stick thicker than others'."

Cretes was unmoved: "Of course the guy who sells the sticks will say that."

Tony naturally would not ask for trouble from this perspective.

"My dad participated in the Mainland War and participated in the Harmanton Project. Many people, including professors at Rambling University, would call him a hero."

"There will be many people who say he makes money in war."

Tony is now like a soul, like a bystander watching the two people's answers quietly.

In the "movie", the Tony not long ago still wore red black-framed glasses, and his whole body exuded an "invincible" temperament.

It seemed that the beautiful reporter in front of him was anxious. The Tony pulled off the glasses from his face: "Tell me, do you want to report on the development of medical technology and saving millions of people? Or develop agricultural technology to save people from famine? All these breakthroughs come from arms funds, baby."

"Have you ever been unable to sleep at night?"

"For you, I can sleep for a little less."

...

All these breakthroughs come from arms funds... This is the fact that without the capital obtained from arms transactions, the Stark Group could not have grown into a behemoth today.

And the truth that "peace means holding a thicker stick than others" is not wrong.

But…Tony now feels that he is very wrong.

Perhaps he shouldn't have sold arms to these foreigners, and shouldn't have continued to sell arms.

Peace is indeed holding a stick thicker than others in your hand, but it does not mean that you cannot make the stick you hold in your hand bigger than others’ sticks without selling arms.

Looking at the self in front of him, Tony Stark felt for the first time that he used to be a scumbag - either looking for women or on the way to find women. Even technological research is just entertainment in his spare time.

Tony couldn't help but think of Robert, how could that strong man, have quickly left with a woman when the explosives exploded?

Rob suffered more often than he had ever slept with!

In the last moment, Tony's resentment towards Robert was less than that of his admiration for Robert. Perhaps he did not admire Robert, but this powerful force that could be at ease at any time.

For the first time, he developed a desire for something like "power". In the past, he always thought that "men who exercise muscles are just a group of bodyguards that can be driven by money."

It was not until Robert rejected his 100 million business that Tony knew that there was really such a person in this world.

He doesn't care about money, rights, and even women don't care about it!

When a person is in a coma, his brain is actually in a state of downtime. These thoughts are nothing more than things that Tony thinks back and forth before he is in a coma. After waking up, these thoughts gradually become less clear like a flower in the fog.

But the idea of ​​"selling arms" also changed unknowingly in his mind.

Such a genius, can he not be able to develop other high-tech to make money without making money by making arms sales?!

Tony suddenly opened his eyes, and first felt that his five limbs were all there, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he felt something like a trachea stuffed into his nose, so he reached out and pulled it off.

Looking around carefully, with the light emitted by the light bulb that was only used in the last century, Tony could vaguely see the machine beside him and the bedside table beside him. He wanted to pick up the water cup on the head of the bed, but unfortunately his body was too weak now. Before he could hold the cup, the cup fell to the ground with a clang.

Not far from the room, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle faced the mirror and leisurely cleared his beard on his chin.

Tony, who was about to resist something, heard the other party say, "If I were you, I wouldn't have done this."

who is he……

Tony didn't think deeply about the problem, because severe pain came from his chest.

Tony was frightened to find that there was a wire tied to his chest, and on the gauze-covered chest, it seemed that part of his body did not belong to him. This may not be accurate. It should be said that something added to his body and became part of himself.

The pain is the body's reaction to rejecting this kind of thing!

Tony took off the gauze and saw a piece of black metal like a cylinder - this piece of metal embedded in his chest!

In other words, there was an iron lump on his chest!

What is this?!

Lying back.

Tony stared at the ceiling for a long time without saying a word, his tears had already soaked his eyes.

What to do...What to do...My body, my body!
Chapter completed!