When you're on the verge of death, if you were given a chance to make a call, who would you call?
Hmm … you might say that you would call the most important person in your life, your parents, your wife, your children. But … if you were really in that kind of situation, I believe that at least two-thirds of you would call the person who could save you from that hopeless situation.
Don't be in a hurry to object … because this is a person's survival instinct. Never fight against instinct.
Tony Stark was a loyal believer of instinct. He would follow his instinct to have a tender night with any girl he liked. He would also follow his instinct to have a pure and long love with the cute little pepper, Miss Potts. He would also follow his instinct to accept Stark's assignment to come to the war-torn Afghanistan to carry out an arms sale.
He was a contradictory person. He was good at making himself more comfortable in any situation, but he also had a kind of self-persistence in desperate situations.
But logically speaking, it was impossible for a heavyweight like him to appear in such a small situation.
But perhaps fate really did exist. In short, he appeared in a suit on the battlefield of this hot war. Afghanistan, a country known as the "Graveyard". In the early years, the powerful Soviet Union that made the world tremble had suffered a shameful defeat here. And now, the United States had also reached its hand into this country.
He didn't know why this barren and dead land was so attractive.
At this time, Tony was sitting in a reinforced bulletproof armored vehicle with a satisfied expression as he was escorted to the military airport by fully armed soldiers. The test launch of the Jericho missile that had just been tested at the frontline base was simply perfect. This tactical missile that could carry 17 warheads at once and attack more than 25 targets at once destroyed four hidden bases of the local resistance. The effect could be described as perfect.
This wave of action immediately won the unanimous approval of the commanders on the battlefield in Afghanistan. The Jericho missile production line in Europe had just been completed when they received more than 500 orders, enough to guarantee the production supply for the next three years. This greatly strengthened the cooperation between Stark Industries and the Department of Defense.
It could be said to be killing two birds with one stone. After completing this demonstration, Tony naturally had to return to New York. No one, including the media, wanted him to stay in this damned place for too long. Tony Stark. It must be known that this name was the hottest name in New York in the past five years. Any report related to him would cause a storm.
It was said that he was the dream of all men in New York and the dream lover of all women … Well, this was not an exaggeration at all.
"Hehehe, soldiers! You have to slowly taste this wine! "
Tony, this playboy, had a special ability. He was always able to blend in with the people around him in the shortest amount of time, regardless of their identity. For example, right now, he was inviting the soldiers who were escorting him to drink, and they were even drinking that kind of ridiculously expensive high-grade whiskey.
The two soldiers beside him put down their wine glasses in embarrassment. Tony glanced at them and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, probably because he was afraid of making a fool of himself. An indescribable expression appeared on his face.
"Oh! But I suddenly realized that drinking it in big gulps has a different flavor! "
"Come! Cheers, guys! "
In the next moment, the entire carriage became joyous and harmonious again. He leaned against the hard and uncomfortable seat, threw two cigars to the two soldiers, and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm going to kill you.
"How do you feel? After drinking 100,000 USD in one gulp, do you feel that … Hmm, what's it called, sense of accomplishment? "
"Uh, no, I just feel that this thing is a bit lacking."
The older soldier put the cigar in his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of smoke, "If you want, I can send you a bottle of my grandfather's collection of more than 100 years of rum, Mr. Tony. That's the real thing for men."
"Wow! 100 years? "
Tony stuffed the bottle that still had 90% liquid into the veteran's arms and made an 'OK' gesture.
"Very good, then I'll trade with you. I'll wait for your wine, Old Tork, don't let me down."
The veteran chuckled and shook the bottle in his hand as he held his gun in a contented manner.
"900,000 USD? Haha, looks like I made a big profit. "
"No, no, no."
Tony said seriously, "I'm the one who earns the most, Old Tork. Do you know how much money I can make if I put a bottle of rum that's over 100 years old in the auction house that I invest in and make up a reliable story for it?"
The veteran's expression changed. But just as he was about to say something, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from outside the car. Everyone looked up at the same time and saw a ball of fire falling from the sky, hitting the armored vehicle in front of them right in the middle.
"Boom!"
The flames of the tactical missile's explosion sent the armored vehicle flying, and even a small part of its shell was blown apart. Tony's eyes widened to the extreme at this moment, but the next second, chaotic shouts and gunshots rang out from further away in the desert. He stiffened his neck and turned his head, and what he saw was a group of rebels rushing out on warhorses and carrying grenade launchers.
Old Tork stuffed a pistol into Tony's hand and opened the bottle of rum. He took a big gulp and pulled the bolt while yelling at the soldier driving the car.
"What are you waiting for, charge! We've been ambushed, contact the base! Quick! "
"Bang!"
Just as another soldier picked up the communicator, the armored vehicle was hit by a grenade. The explosion of the grenade wasn't enough to destroy the thick reactive armor, but the entire vehicle was knocked over by the explosion. A few soldiers screamed as they crashed into each other.
Tony's head slammed against the window. He was so nervous that his hair stood on end. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the pistol. At this moment, only the pistol could give him a sense of security.
"Boris! Boris! Damn it! "
Old Tork shook his comrade fiercely, but the blood that seeped out showed that he wasn't in a good condition. In the distance, the rebels were already exchanging fire with the other soldiers. Old Tork gritted his teeth and pushed open the door of the armored vehicle with difficulty. He turned to look at Tony with a ferocious expression.
"Are you afraid? Mr. Tony? "
Tony couldn't even speak. He shook his head bitterly. Then, Old Tork buckled his helmet and dragged him out of the vehicle.
"Follow me, we have to leave this place! They're probably coming for you! "
The veteran raised his gun and killed two rebels who rushed over. He pulled the panic-stricken Tony Stark towards a small hill outside the battlefield. Just as they climbed over the hill, a strange whistling sound came from the sky. Tony looked back and frantically pushed Old Tork away. His entire body exploded in the face of danger and rushed towards the back of the hill.
The next moment, the grenade exploded in the air. Tony was lying in the gully. Behind him, there was a scorching flame and a terrifying explosion. He felt that something had pierced into his body. It was like a balloon filled with water being pierced. All of his strength was released at this moment.
"Pfft!"
Tony spat out blood. When he realized that he was about to die, he struggled to take out his phone. The screen was almost broken in two and he couldn't use it anymore.
However, Tony's bloody finger pressed hard on a hidden protrusion on the back of the phone, and the phone began to dial automatically. The person who contacted him was the only extraordinary existence he had met in the first two decades of his life. He was the life-saving trump card he kept for himself, and also the only person he could contact in his current situation.
"Beep beep beep …"
"Hello?"
"Help me …"
"Hum." He used the last of his strength to say those two words. An indescribable exhaustion rushed into his heart. Then, endless darkness covered his vision. The phone that was about to fall apart fell from his hand and hit the ground twice. In the end, it shattered into pieces.
In the darkness, Saber opened the door and entered the capital airport of Nepal. He turned around and waved at the driver who was almost scared to death.
"Goodbye, my friend. Sorcerer Supreme will protect you. You are a good man."
However, as an ordinary person, the driver nodded timidly and ran away from the monster as fast as he could. He had seen with his own eyes that the monster had jumped from a height of more than a hundred meters and was unscathed. It had even chased after him at a speed faster than a car. In the end, it had only asked for a ride to the airport.
This was a complete weirdo.
Saber didn't care what others thought of him. He breathed in the air of the city and stretched his arms. Soon, he saw the private jet parked at the edge of the airport. There was a cartoon devil's head printed on it. He walked up. Santars and Erwin, who were in suits and leather shoes, saluted him respectfully. They hugged him warmly and sent him to the plane. The moment he entered the cabin, a gun was pointed at the back of his head.
"Wow, is this a special welcome ceremony?"
He asked without turning his head. A hoarse voice came from behind him. "No, this is just the first step of fate. Let us see how lucky you are today …"
Ding!
A silver coin flew into the air and landed steadily on the back of the hand that was wearing a black glove. It was a perfect portrait. The next moment, the gun left the back of Seiber's head. He turned around and saw Harvey Dent, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, the two-faced man who was feared by everyone in Mexico.
He was wearing a strange suit, but half of it was white and half of it was black, just like his terrifying face. One side was like a handsome angel, while the other side was like a terrifying devil from hell.
He was a guy who had turned life into a drama called "contradiction".
"Long time no see, my brother."
Saber opened his arms and wanted to give Harvey a hug. The latter took a step back and flicked the coin again. Then, he calmly walked around Saber's body, ignored his warm hug, and sat down in the seat of the plane. Saber shrugged, threw the wooden box aside, and sat opposite Harvey.
Harvey looked at him and said seriously,
"I heard that you're looking for a solution to your problem in this godforsaken place. Have you found it?"
"No, unfortunately, no."
Saber took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet next to him, opened the lid, and took a sip. "I only have 18 months left to live. After that, or before that, I'll die. I'll die a horrible death. Do you have anything to say?"
Ordinary people would feel a sense of fear when facing Harvey Dent, but Saber didn't. He knew very well that the person sitting in front of him lived a purer life than 99% of ordinary people. He was also more trustworthy. The premise was that you could keep winning the coin game with him.
Saber's advantage was that even if he lost, he wouldn't die. That was why they could become friends with a strange relationship.
In the face of Saber's question, Harvey didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took out a delicate deck of tarot cards from the pocket next to him, turned it counterclockwise with a skillful hand, and handed it to Saber. The latter took out a card and returned it to Harvey. His perfect lover's eyes and the terrifying devil's eyes stared at Saber at the same time.
"No, you won't die!"
He turned the card around. It was a knight in a blue helmet riding on a white horse. "The God of Death …"
Seiber raised his eyebrows and said playfully, "That's right.
"Doesn't this mean that my God of Death is coming?"
Harvey glanced at him and took out a cigar box from his pocket. Soon, the fragrant smoke enveloped the entire cabin.
"If you don't have a brain, you should read more. Mr. Saber, your ignorance surprises me … The God of Death is one of the most mysterious cards in Akana. You will be reborn from death. Only by passing through hell will you be greater. I have to say that your luck is pretty good. I have never drawn this card when I divined for myself."
"Oh oh oh."
Saber rubbed his temples. "In other words, I have to use luck to decide my life and death?"
"No! It's fate! "
Harvey put away the tarot cards and crossed his hands under his chin. "We are both believers of fate. I believe in the power of fate, but you … will you really try to resist it?"
"Fate is a b * tch! It never shows even a trace of gentleness. If I have the chance, I will slap it without hesitation and make it kneel on the ground and repent to me … In my opinion, people who believe in fate are all lunatics! Just like you! "
Seber snorted. His gaze turned to the sky outside the porthole. Above the clouds was a boundless starry sky. He finished the last of his wine in one gulp and wiped his mouth. His gaze landed on Harvey. He looked at the face that was perfectly separated by a line and said softly, "Sir, you're right.
"But even in the face of such a terrible fate, I have never forgotten my promise to you. Harvey Dent, I have found a way to restore your body. Do you want to learn?"
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