Since these people had shown themselves, it wouldn't be hard for them to follow them and raid the house!
For now, Luke had to dig out a certain person who was a professional at courting death.
The two prototypes dropped the heavy machine guns and put on two pairs of mechanical gloves from the backseat of the sports car.
The mechanical gloves quickly transformed into huge hands suitable for carrying things, and the two prototypes worked together to quickly clean up the debris near the entrance.
According to Jarvis's intelligence, Tony's signal was here.
The guy was heavily injured. He wouldn't die for the time being, but he couldn't take off for too long.
Luke had used the prototype sealed in Los Angeles because of Jarvis's tip off.
Its remaining surveillance equipment had discovered that the attacker hadn't left, but had instead entered the ruins of the villa to search for Tony's body.
If Luke didn't hurry, Tony might be dragged out like a dead dog.
Given the tycoon's pride, this kind of encounter would definitely leave him with permanent mental damage.
That wouldn't be necessary.
The proud Tony was still very fun to play with.
The cooperation of the two prototypes, together with the mechanical gloves that could transform into various shapes, was much better than an excavator.
In less than two minutes, he was dug out.
In the end, Tony was an extraordinarily lucky guy, and had deliberately chosen the safest corner to hide in.
The collapsed pillars and other building debris formed a triangular support, so that he and Dr. Hansen didn't suffer any more damage, and the attacker couldn't dig him out for the time being.
After scanning their injuries, Luke quickly took a photo as a memento, before he separated the man and the woman who were hugging each other.
Tony was unconscious, but Dr. Hansen was still conscious.
She wanted to say something, but was knocked out by a paralysis bullet and carried away.
One of the prototypes got Tony into the sports car, and the other drove Dr. Hansen's car away with her and her son.
The video of Tony's attack had already been broadcasted on TV, and a large number of helicopters and cars were rushing over from Los Angeles to snatch the hot news.
Luke didn't want paparazzi to take pictures of the prototypes from all angles.
Besides, Tony looked like he was in a morgue, and there was no telling how much of a commotion he would cause on TV. Time to slip away.
Half an hour later, Tony woke up in the safe house.
Looking at the prototype, who was holding a Life Light Dagger to heal his chest, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Bruce?"
Luke hummed in response and continued to heal him with the Life Dagger. "You'll be discharged in half an hour at most."
Tony rolled his eyes. "You're not wearing a nurse's skirt."
Luke didn't think much of it. After all, he was dealing with a young master who had just been slapped in the face. He was magnanimous. "The clues you found are interesting. In the past two years, there have been three confirmed explosions with thermal reactions, and the victims were all disabled and retired soldiers. "
"And after these people retired, they were hired by others." Tony's face darkened. "The companies that hired them are all shell companies. Other than some registration information to fool people, there is no real entity at all."
Luke smiled. "I have another piece of good news. Do you want to hear it?"
Tony: "Just say it."
Luke had the prototype project an image. "This Lord Mandalin on TV has a little hobby."
Looking at the old man who was putting on airs in front of a bunch of terrorists in sunglasses, Tony gritted his teeth. "When I catch him, I'll definitely beat the crap out of him."
Luke chuckled and projected another image. "Chairman Stark beat up a part-time actor. This will definitely make the headlines."
Tony's eyes widened as he stared at the person on the other image. Apart from being ten years younger, the person looked basically the same as Mandalin in the image.
He couldn't help but read out the information on the image. "Trevor Slater, British, likes acting?"
Luke hummed in response. "So, it's probably a lie that he's Mandalin. Also, this is the real point. "
A third image was projected. It was a man and a woman walking out of a restaurant side by side.
Tony was very familiar with the woman, because he had seen her before the attack. "Maya Hansen?"
Then, his gaze stopped on the man next to her, and he asked in surprise, "Aldrich Killian?"
This man was as familiar as he was.
Two days ago, he and Pepper had a falling out because of this guy.
Recalling Dr. Hansen's inexplicable warning before the attack, Tony sat up. "Where's Maya Hansen?"
Luke reacted quickly. His hand moved along with Tony's body as he continued to heal him with the light dagger. "She's in a car not far away. She's waiting for you to wake up so that we can ask her."
Two minutes later, Tony leaned against the couch and held the light dagger close to his chest to maintain some of the healing effect.
Looking at Dr. Hansen, who was frozen there with his eyes closed, he asked suspiciously, "Is he dead?"
Luke took out a syringe and gave Dr. Hansen a neutralizer. "It's just a bit of paralysis. She'll be fine soon."
…
Ten minutes later, Dr. Hansen was still conflicted, but still didn't confess anything. Killian's whereabouts were still nowhere to be found.
Luke picked Tony up and walked to the kitchen. He gave him a syringe and said in a low voice, "This is an inducer. Give her a shot to save time."
Tony was stunned. "So ruthless? Wait, why do you want me to do it? Can't you do it yourself? "
It was because she had a neutral yellow name. Luke snorted. "Are you going to threaten her with her son?"
Tony immediately refused. "No."
If this wasn't a prototype, I wouldn't need you to do something so tasteless! Luke mumbled inwardly.
That's why I like bad guys the most. Luke sighed inwardly, but didn't force the tycoon to do anything.
Luke decisively passed the buck to Tony. "She's already hesitating. She'll tell us everything as long as there's an excuse. Since you're against giving her a shot, convince her as soon as possible. "
…
Just an hour ago, Killian received a call. "What? Someone's here. You didn't find Tony Stark's body? Maya's there too? "
Pondering for a moment, he ordered, "Then don't worry about it. Go back to New York."
When he hung up, he put on another number. "Send a team out to get Pepper Potts. Hm, the quieter the better. It's best if no one finds out. "
After giving the order, he tapped his forehead with his phone and murmured, "Tony Stark, you're not dead. Keep playing. I'll make you feel everything you've given me. "
Saying that, he walked to the basement. "Still not done? I need this Iron Patriot to transport someone. "
A blue and red armor was standing in the basement. Two criminals were cutting at the joints with a cutting machine, causing sparks to fly.
One of them leaned over and said, "Boss, there's someone inside."
Killian raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Let me try." He then pressed his hand on the Iron Patriot's abdomen.
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