“What did you do to me?”

After Tony calmed down, he could only pretend to be calm and asked the middle-aged uncle in front of him.

Dr. Insen whistled with musical rhythms while using iron clips to add coal to the charcoal fire - the nights on the desert continent are not warm, and coupled with the backward economy here, people living in this environment can only live the life of the last century and can only entertain themselves.

Tony could not become frivolous under such circumstances. He would always make a joke or two to relieve the atmosphere, but God knew whether the iron lumps on his chest would easily take his life in the next moment.

As if feeling the uneasiness in Tony's heart, Dr. Inson chuckled and said, "What did you do? Shouldn't you thank me for saving your life?"

"You have to thank you for your good luck. The explosion just shot shrapnel from the ground into your body. If the thing near your heart is gravel, you will not be so lucky now."

"I took out the shrapnel from your body as much as possible, but there are still many residues that will enter your heart diaphragm..."

Dr. Insen threw him a piece of stuff: "Anyway, you are a living dead now and need to use electromagnetic to attract the shrapnel in your body."

Tony glanced at the monitor diagonally above.

"You and I have met you again, at the Hal Summit." Dr. Insen also glanced at the monitor.

"I don't have any impression."

"Of course you don't remember. If I drink so much wine, I can't stand, let alone explain the assembly circuit, and specifically remember the faces of the people around me..."

“Where is this?”

Dr. Insen did not answer. He heard the movement outside the door, and soon a sound of alarm suddenly rang.

"Stand up first, raise your hands, and you can do whatever I do later."

Tony was confused. Is this a surrender posture?

But the mercenaries who broke in and raised their hands when they met - it seemed that this posture was equivalent to a "handshake" locally, and it was an expression that represented friendship.

The mercenary Laza, led by the leader, said a sentence, but Tony could only hear the difficult-to-mouthed "Tony Stark". Other unfamiliar pronunciation words should be in the dialect here.

"They are welcoming you."

"The most famous murderer in Inmet's history."

Tony fell silent in an instant.

He noticed the weapons in the hands of these mercenaries very early, and these weapons were all products produced by the Stark Group without exception. Obviously, the Stark Group sold the weapons to the mercenaries on these desert continents.

Tony wished he could slap himself, and he delivered his weapon to the enemy in an almost cheap way!

"Tony, they said they wanted you to make missiles for them."

"missile?"

Inson took out a photo of the latest Jack missile developed by Stark Group: "This."

"I refuse." Tony replied without hesitation.

After Tony said it, he felt nervous and relieved. If it were him before, he would definitely agree to the request of the kidnappers to make missiles immediately. After all, missiles are not as important as his life.

But... he just didn't want to agree at this moment.

He was unwilling to make the same mistake again and gave his weapons to his enemies for nothing.

then……

Tony suffered the first torture in his life, a torture that only occurs in the movie. He pressed a person's head tightly under the water until the prisoner was about to suffocate and died. This would not threaten the prisoner's life, but also allow the prisoner to experience the pain of death.

Tony became the prisoner he had watched the movie. In my memory, when the protagonist of the movie was held tightly, he also mocked the "the weakness of the hero" with the beautiful girl around him. At this time, he could no longer stay out of the matter, and even felt ashamed of his unrelenting words.

“Ahhaha…haha…”

Laza nodded with relief: "Very good."

This is a word with a bad pronunciation.

...

The next morning.

Tony was quickly carried away from the basement. In order not to let Tony know the way out of the basement, he was deliberately put on a head hood. The moment the head hood was taken off, the sun was so dazzling.

Tony never longed for sunshine so much. In his opinion, sunshine is something that can be made, and the lights at night can even be brighter than the scorching sun during the day.

He never thought that he would be forced to spend such a miserable night in the dark and cramped basement.

After raising his hand to block the dazzling sunlight and adapting to the light of the current environment, Tony found himself near an empty venue.

There were missiles, guns, and ammunition boxes everywhere in this place. What made him even more complained was that all of these weapons and arms were manufactured by Stark Group.

"Tony, Raza asks you what you are thinking now?"

Several people came to a bunch of weapons, and Tony pursed his lips: "I was thinking, they have a lot of weapons I made."

"Laza said that the raw materials for making the Jack missile are already here."

"I can't refuse, right?"

"Yes, so do I."

...

In the basement at night.

"Stark, your group should have arranged people to look for you everywhere, but you have to know that it is impossible to find you in such a mountainous area."

"Listen... what you saw just now is your legacy, Stark."

"Your life is in the hands of those murderers."

"Can you go out now? They say you make a missile and they will let you out. Do you believe this?"

"Is this the last resistance of the great Tony Stark?"

Just sat blankly, refusing to make missiles... There is no doubt that there is no meaning. His situation is still difficult and his life is still like a chick that has been choked in someone else's hand. As long as someone else exerts a little force, he will have no way to die.

"Or what do you want to do?"

Tony looked at the crackling charcoal fire in front of him.

On the side, Dr. Insen leaned down and was looking at him with anticipation.

"Why should I do it? They will kill me, you..."

"Even if they don't kill now, they will kill me in a week. After the missile is successfully produced, we will all die!" Tony said expressionlessly.

"So that's the case, it's a very important week, isn't it?"

A very important week... only one week, only one week, maybe...

"It doesn't matter whether welding equipment, acetylene or propyne. I need a welding station, helmet, goggles, melting cups, and two sets of precision measuring tools..."

In the noisy work workshop, the two of them discussed loudly about the missile lying across, but the discussion was not about the Jack missile, but some strange things, not using the parts and materials on the missile.

In the eyes of these mercenaries, these two prisoners could only start to build Jack missiles due to the blades on their jaws. No one could understand Inmette. Even if someone understood them, he had little understanding of these nouns, and he didn't know that these parts and materials had no relationship with the missiles they were going to make.

Tony did not underestimate this unknown scholar at the beginning. After all, it was not an easy thing to save him from such an injury.

During the exchanges over the past few days, Dr. Insen's knowledge was very consistent with his image of almost no hair on his forehead.

"what your name?"

"Insen."

"I'm glad to meet you, Insen."
Chapter completed!