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In a cave in Afghanistan, Stark woke up from a narcotic coma.

Stark's consciousness was still a little fuzzy just now. He calmed down and felt the foreign body in his nose. He pulled the Roar straw out of his nose with great effort, turned his head and saw the water glass on the table next to him.

Since the oxygen in the oxygen cylinder is very dry, you will be very thirsty if you take oxygen for a long time. Stark moved his right hand and reached out to the water glass on the table. It's a pity that the distance is a little far away, and his hands are not very flexible now, so he hit the water glass on the ground.

The dry throat made him very uncomfortable and he coughed twice. Suddenly, Stark spotted a man standing not far away, humming a tune, shaving in front of the mirror.

Stark stretched out his accustomed right hand to the table next to the bed again, but this time he was caught by the wires on his body.

"I advise you not to do this." The shaver said, looking at Stark through the reflection in the mirror.

Stark turned around and saw that he was being pulled by the wire, the other end of the wire connected to his chest. He touched his chest in horror, and forcefully tore the gauze wrapped around his body, saw an unknown device in his body, and looked at the ceiling of the cave in horror and helplessness.

After a while, the shaved man started a bonfire and hummed a small song to heat the food on the bonfire. Stark sat on the edge of the bed, holding a small mirror, and checking his chest.

"What did you do to me?" Stark said in a hoarse voice.

"What did I do? What I did is to save your life. I have tried my best to remove the shrapnel, but there are still a lot of them, and they are all going to your heart. Would you like to see it?" The hot food man Putting down the pot in his hand, he picked up a small glass bottle on the table next to him.

He looked at the contents of the glass bottle against the light, shook it again, and threw it to Stark, "I left a souvenir, let's take a look."

Stark took the bottle and looked into the bottle against the flame.

"I have seen many such injuries in my village. We call them dying corpses, because it takes about a week for the shrapnel to enter the vital organs."

"What is this?" Stark interrupted the man.

"It's an electromagnet connected to the car battery. It is preventing shrapnel from entering your heart." The man explained.

Stark felt the strangeness in his body, closed the zipper of his clothes, and looked at the camera on the wall of the cave again.

"Yes, smile." The man said with a smile when he saw Stark looking at the camera. "We saw it once, at a technology conference in Bern."

"I don't remember." Stark said.

"You definitely won't remember that if I was so drunk, I would definitely not stand up straight, let alone speak on integrated circuits."

"Where are we?" As soon as Stark finished speaking, the big iron gate made a noise at the door, and then he heard the voice of speaking.

"Get up, get up, do what I do, and raise your hands."

Stark also learned that the man raised his hands above his head.

At this time the big iron gate was opened, and a boss-like man came in with several gunmen.

"That's my gun, how did they get it?" Stark asked puzzledly when he saw the weapon the other party was holding.

"Do you understand, do you like me," the man said anxiously.

"Welcome, Tony Stark, the most famous mass murderer in American history, I am honored." The boss-like man smiled and said in Arabic, "I need you to help us build the missile, the Jericho missile you showed. "

The man helped Stark translate.

"I refuse." Stark said firmly.

The price of rejection was torture, and Stark was taken to a bucket by them, and he repeatedly pressed his head into the water, time and time again. Splashes of water splashed on the wires through the chest, and a trace of electric sparks appeared, which also caused Tony to have auditory hallucinations. It was Pepper who called his name again.

Afterwards, Stark was covered with a sack on his head and shoved and walked out of the cave.

When he came to the entrance of the cave, the sack on his head was torn off, and Stark couldn't open his eyes for the first time. After adapting to it for a while, his vision gradually recovered.

Stark saw the valley full of heavy weapons, rockets, missiles, guns, artillery shells, etc. All the weapons were printed with the Stark Industrial logo.

"What do you think?" The fat boss finished speaking, waiting for the man who had treated Stark to translate.

"I think you have a lot of my weapons." Stark was very strange in his heart, why a large number of weapons he made appeared here.

"You can use everything here to make Jericho's missiles and make a list of your materials. Start working immediately. When you are done, let you go." The fat boss said.

The man translated Stark truthfully, and the fat boss stretched out his right hand with a big smile.

"He won't." Stark also smiled, reaching out and holding his hand to the fat boss.

"Yes, he won't." The man also said with a smile on his face.

Back in the cave, Stark held the car battery on which he lived.

"They must be looking for you, Stark. But in these mountains, they can't find you." The man squatted next to Stark. "Look at everything, that is your legacy, Stark. Your life's hard work, In the hands of those murderers, do you want to die like this? Is this the last resistance of the great Tony Stark? Or do you have to find a way?"

"I have to do something, they will kill you and kill me anyway. If not, I probably won't live for a week." Stark said faintly, looking at the flames on the ground.

"So, this week will be important to you, right? Huh?" the man said.

Stark made up his mind and began to let people install lighting facilities, carrying tools and all the supplies they needed in the cave.

"If you tell me your plan, we might move faster." The man crouched next to Stark who was disassembling the missile.

"Uh-huh. Okay, we don't need this." Stark hammered the bullet and took out part of the device.

"What's that?" the man asked.

"This is metal palladium, 0.15 grams, at least 1.6 grams. So, you go and tear down the other eleven?" Stark looked at the man and said.

Stark started to pour the soil into the mold. He needed to use pot tongs to pour the molten metal palladium into the mold.

"Be careful, we only have one chance." The man used the clamp to clamp the crucible and walked slowly towards the mold. Stark reminded him with the battery on the side.

"Don't worry, I have a steady hand, or how could you still be alive." The man carefully poured the molten metal palladium from the pot tongs into the mold.

"How do you call you Roar?" Stark asked.

"My name is Ethan." Ethan said.

"Ethan, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

Stark's progress went smoothly. A few days later, a mechanical circular device emitting a bright blue and white light appeared on the table.

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