The convoy's safety was mostly pinned on the support of the military base, which wasn't too far away.
However, the enemy had come prepared and carried electronic jamming devices.
If they couldn't call for reinforcements, the remaining dozen or so soldiers wouldn't be able to hold them off for more than a few minutes.
Tony felt that the attackers' firepower was even fiercer than that of the dozens of soldiers in the convoy.
And he was right. There weren't just a few dozen attackers, but close to two hundred.
They had set up an ambush in advance, and their firearms weren't any worse than the American soldiers'. With artillery support, it wouldn't take them more than a few minutes to kill thirty soldiers.
A bald man was looking at the convoy with binoculars behind a small slope. He suddenly turned around and shouted, "Watch your target. Don't fire at his car. I want to see who this guy is."
He was very interested in a senior executive of Stark Industries who could be paid a lot of money to kill.
There were so many uses for such people; how could they be killed so easily?
Seeing the situation outside, the female soldier in the back couldn't sit still any longer. She yelled at Tony, who was pressed against the backseat by her, "Stay in the car and don't run around."
Then, she pushed the door open and got out.
The criminals had too much of an advantage. It might be useless for her to resist, but if she didn't, she would definitely die.
In Afghanistan, anyone who dared to attack the American soldiers wouldn't let them live.
Without the female soldier suppressing him, Tony immediately sat up.
His mind was in a mess, and he just wanted to see what was going on outside.
In the end, the female soldier had only been leaning against the car for a moment when she was hit in the arm by a bullet. She screamed and spun around before she fell to the ground.
Tony's heart trembled, and his blood rushed to his head.
He had never been timid. He had just been stunned by the sudden and tragic situation just now.
Now that he saw that the heroic female soldier who had been chatting with him all the way dared to go out and fight, he finally came back to his senses.
Pushing open the door of the female soldier's side, he climbed out and pulled her over to lean against the back of the car. He yelled, "How are you?"
The female soldier cursed loudly and quickly answered his question, "It's fine. I didn't hurt my bones. It just hurts a little."
Looking at the wound on her arm, Tony couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. There's a hole in your arm, sis! That's … just a little?
However, the female soldier's words made Tony heave a sigh of relief. At least she was still sane.
He grabbed her rifle that had fallen to the ground, leaned out from the front of the car, and fired wildly at the left side of the convoy.
The female soldier screamed as she tried to stop his reckless behavior. "Squat down, squat down, or you'll be beaten to death."
As she yelled, she pulled out a pistol from the holster on the side of her leg. Gritting her teeth, she stood up and fired at the attacker.
Tony was a billionaire and the target of her protection.
He was involved in the battle. She couldn't just lie there.
At this moment, an object with white smoke shot diagonally from the hillside, narrowly brushing past the front of the car they were sitting in, and with a thud, it landed on the sand not far behind them.
The two of them couldn't help but look over and see an RPG with the Stark logo stuck in the sand, smoking.
The female soldier's heart tightened, and she suddenly pounced on Tony, who was not far away. "Get down."
Just as she was about to pounce on Tony, the warhead exploded.
The female soldier, who had just wrapped her arms around Tony's waist, was sent flying several meters by a huge wave of air and crashed heavily to the ground.
Tony's ears were ringing, and he lowered his hands.
He had subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face. Even if he were to die, he had to protect his handsome face. He couldn't let it be blown up into a pockmarked face.
He looked to the side, and saw that the female soldier who had pounced on him was lying a few meters away, motionless.
He was just about to get up and take a look, when he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.
Gritting his teeth, he tore open his clothes and saw that the layer of advanced bulletproof vest inside had many small holes. It was pierced by the shrapnel from the RPG just now.
Thankfully! If it weren't for the bulletproof vest, his chest would've been blown to smithereens. As Tony thought of this, he felt his vision go black, and he fell back onto the ground, completely unconscious.
On the hillside, the bald bandit leader cursed in frustration. "Asshole, which idiot did this? I want him f * cking alive. "
Looking at Tony lying on the ground, he could only hope that the guy hadn't been smashed to death. At the very least, the idiot who had fired the rocket hadn't hit the military vehicle directly. Otherwise, it would be hard for the target to survive.
…
It wasn't until half a month after Tony was attacked that Luke noticed something unusual.
The intelligence-gathering system, which he had named the Polyhedron, had discovered something.
Someone had used a Titanium phone to reveal what had happened in Afghanistan, and this woman was the wife of a military general.
When she had posted f2f, she had mentioned that her husband had gone on a business trip to Afghanistan.
The Polyhedron found something unusual in the f2f picture on the woman's f2f.
The woman's husband was actually with Happy, Stark's personal security chief.
In the picture, Happy was talking to someone else, but half of the man's face was exposed over his shoulder, and the Polyhedron system immediately recognized him.
The Polyhedron system wasn't perfect yet, and Luke didn't dare set up a prism right from the start. That was a cake for the relevant departments, and he didn't want to touch it yet.
For the time being, the Polyhedron system only analyzed the public information stored on the phone company's f2f, as well as some network communication records, to obtain intelligence.
A lot of the time, the intelligence was there; they just needed to find the eyes.
The Polyhedron was this pair of eyes.
Happy was Stark's personal security chief, and answered only to Tony. Basically, Happy would be there wherever Tony went.
In his previous life, Luke had a deep memory of a certain playboy who had turned into Iron Man. He had set up certain special circumstances in the Polyhedron system, and would automatically alert him when the conditions were met.
Tony + Afghanistan was one of them.
When he first saw the news, Luke had a bad feeling. He immediately put down what he was doing and personally activated the smart program to conduct a more in-depth and accurate analysis.
It wasn't easy to find out Tony's itinerary and purpose, but with the specific location in Afghanistan, it wasn't hard to find out.
Tony wasn't invisible, but the richest and most famous playboy in the world.
There were a lot of American soldiers in Afghanistan, and there would always be people who would ignore confidentiality and leak something.
Very soon, Luke found some messages on the Internet.
The identity of the speaker was something along the lines of "my second cousin's husband's younger brother's classmate's girlfriend's older brother."
Other than being ridiculed by others, no one took their words seriously.
Looking at the intelligence, Luke had an even stronger sense of foreboding.
(A reader in the previous chapter said that everyone was too familiar with the plot of Iron Man. I thought that was true, so I removed some of the ordinary plots that everyone was very familiar with. Those who had read chapter 824 in the morning and couldn't continue with chapter 825 would be able to read it after downloading it again. I'm sorry for the trouble.)
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