Hot winds blew across the terrible surface of the Gobi Desert, causing the air to become scorching hot. Most of the war zones in Afghanistan were plains where not even a blade of grass grew. Perhaps there had been people living here before, but now it had long been abandoned. At this time, with this problem, if an ordinary person didn't replenish their water supply, they probably wouldn't even last an hour.
"Hum"
The roar of the engine drove the surrounding ground to vibrate. The wide wheels and strong power of the galloping Humvee military vehicle ensured its extreme speed in this environment, but it was somewhat strange to see a car galloping alone. One must know that in the current situation, even if the US military was dispatched, there would be at least three military vehicles in front and behind at a time.
"I say, this thing is very simple, you tell me you haven't learned it after 20 days?"
In this hot weather, Harvey Dent was still wearing that neat set of strange clothes. His left hand was flipping through a handwritten book filled with soul runes, while his right hand was constantly making all sorts of seals. He wasn't very familiar with it yet, but he could already vaguely sense the traces of mana flow.
Saber, who had been in this damn place for four days, turned his head and glanced at him. Looking at the silver coin floating up and down in Harvey's palm, his face was wooden and he didn't want to say anything.
Ancient One didn't say anything about not allowing him to teach Soul Runes to others. It was almost impossible for ordinary people to self-derive mana without relying on the environment of Kamar-Taj. He just threw the handwritten copy to Harvey out of an idea of doing his best, but after one night, Harvey told him that he felt a heat flow in his body.
There was nothing wrong with this matter in itself, but the problem was that this learning speed was a bit hurtful.
"Click"
Santos, who was driving, looked at the map in Erwin's hand, slammed on the brakes, and turned to Saber and said.
"Boss, we're here!"
Saber stood up from the back seat and looked around with sunglasses. There was nothing around, except for desolation. He patted Harvey on the shoulder.
"Stop fooling around and get to work."
Harvey put down the manuscript and took out a compass from under the car seat. It looked like something used by pirates in the Middle Ages, full of antiquity and a sense of time. He mumbled to himself, and under the gazes of the three men, he used the most solemn method to turn the compass three times.
"Will this really work?"
Erwin pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and whispered to Santos, "Do you really believe in Harvey's divination? This is simply not scientific at all. It's not as fast as hacking into the military's military satellite. "
Santals rolled his eyes, took off the baseball cap on his head, and fanned his face.
"Come on, you have a Water Demon tied to your wrist, and you're talking to me about science?"
"Also, the nearby army is going crazy. What does this mean? This meant that they had no other choice! To be honest, I don't really believe in it either, but Lewis and Cooper believe in it. They privately call Boss Harvey the 'lucky bastard'. It is said that his success rate in divination is at least 70%. "
The assassin, who had become more and more skilled at divination, spread his hands and looked back at the wilderness with a helpless expression.
"We have no other choice but to believe in him."
Saber maintained his dignity as the boss and did not join the discussion. However, he, who had seen more mystical means, had a little confidence in Harvey's divination. From the speed at which Harvey learned the Rune of the Soul, the two-faced man, who had put his life in the hands of fate, was actually very talented in mysticism.
According to Kamar-Taj, Harvey should be considered as a rare "magic-rich" ordinary people. In that case, he really made a mistake by becoming a lawyer. He should have been a sorcerer from the beginning.
"Go southeast for 27 to 34 kilometers, then turn south for 5 kilometers."
Harvey put away the compass, his undamaged face full of confidence. "Trust me, this time we will definitely find Stark. My divination this time is very good."
"But you said the same thing four days ago …"
"Huh? Are you doubting fate's judgment? "
Erwin, who was still young, could not help but complain. As a result, he attracted Harvey's calm gaze. The young man shuddered and hurriedly got into the car. A moment later, the car started again and sped toward the southeast.
An hour later, the car stopped at an even more desolate place. Santos turned to look at Saber with an awkward expression.
"Boss, are we really going?"
Saber rubbed his teeth and looked at the calm Harvey. He then looked at the desert in the south. According to Harvey, they had to walk at least 10 kilometers in the desert.
He rubbed his temples and turned to Erwin.
"Is there a water source in the desert?"
Erwin flicked a ball of flowing blue liquid on his left wrist. The liquid seeped into the ground and popped out a moment later, tying itself around Erwin's wrist. He nodded.
"Walter said that there is an underground river under the desert. Water is not a problem."
Saber's finger tapped on the wooden box and opened his eyes.
"Then let's go!"
After another 15 minutes, the military vehicle stopped at a sand dune in the desert. Erwin, who was wearing a black headscarf, put down his binoculars in a daze.
"Unbelievable … There is such a small canyon hidden here. No wonder the army couldn't find it. Even military satellites can't distinguish the terrain here. It is the perfect hiding spot."
Harvey tossed the silver coins up and down with a smug look on his face as he concluded mysteriously.
"This … this is the power of fate!"
Saber ignored Harvey's boasting. He gestured to Santos, who had put on his armor. Santos took a few steps forward and disappeared into a gray mist. This ability made him the best scout.
Seiber took the binoculars and looked at the canyon about a kilometer away. It was a very small canyon, but he could still vaguely see traces of human activity. This place was more than 300 kilometers away from where Stark was attacked. He didn't know if that poor bastard was still alive.
Of course, if Tony was dead, Saber would kill every life here to avenge him. He was a man of his word, wasn't he?
On the other side, Tony Stark, the young tycoon who had been missing for six days and the genius weapon designer, was sitting in a cave with a pitiful expression. His face was covered with blood-stained gauze, his left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage, and he was wearing a faded military coat. His hair was messy, and his previous handsomeness was nowhere to be seen. He was dressed like a refugee.
The strangest thing was that there was a metal ring on his chest. Three lines of different colors extended from the metal ring and connected to the battery beside him. It looked like an experimental product of some evil scientist, full of postmodernism.
In front of him, on a messy table, a group of crystal vessels were placed in a very rough way. At the bottom of the closed bottle, there was some kind of silver-gray liquid rolling. Judging from the amount of liquid, this set of facilities had been working for several days.
On the other side of the table, there was a guy in a tattered suit with a big beard. This guy's appearance was worse than Tony's, but his whole body exuded the unique temperament of a researcher. He was wearing glasses wrapped with tape, and with a cautious look, he used tweezers to take out a very delicate chip from a tactical missile whose shell had been dismantled in front of him.
This guy wiped the sweat on his forehead and threw the chip into a bowl next to him. There were more than a dozen identical chips in the bowl. He stood up, picked up a boiling kettle full of black scorch marks, and drank water in big mouthfuls. His eyes secretly glanced at the camera installed in the corner, then he wiped his mouth and lowered his voice.
"Stark, the number of control chips is enough!"
Tony, who seemed to be thinking about some profound problem, was awakened by this sentence. He raised his head, looked at his "prisoner friend", and asked by mouth.
"What about the other parts?"
The man didn't answer. He just kicked the two strange metal pipes under his feet that looked like faucets. At the edge of the cave where they lived, there was enough gasoline. Next to the gasoline, there was a pile of parts, all of which were hard shells of missiles and grenades. They were cut into all kinds of things. It really seemed like a simple weapons factory.
He made an OK gesture with his left hand. Stark nodded. He picked up the battery next to him with difficulty and put it on the table. Then, he took a deep breath, moved his hands, and turned off the set of crystallization equipment in front of him. He used a rough needle that didn't meet the requirements at all to extract the silver-gray liquid. He carefully dripped it on a hand-made, complicated gadget that was wrapped in coils and intertwined with metal that didn't meet the production rules at all.
The gadget looked like a metal cup cushion, but after the silver-gray liquid dripped into it, the bottom of the metal cup cushion gradually lit up.
When the bearded man saw this scene, he couldn't help but wave his fist in the air as if he had witnessed something amazing.
"Speaking of which, how did you come up with this genius idea?"
He approached Tony and asked in a low voice, "I never knew that palladium could be used like this, but seriously, do you really want to put this thing in your body?"
Tony didn't answer. He seemed to be hesitating, but when he saw the black and thick battery next to his hand, he made up his mind.
"Ethan, I know this thing is harmful to the human body, but there's no other way. I can't escape with this thing in my arms. We've been preparing under their noses for four days. Whether we live or die, we have to fight again. The technology of this armor has long been developed, but we just lack an opportunity …"
He picked up the silver-gray, glowing coaster and tossed it in his hand.
"Now the f * cking fate has forced an opportunity on me. It doesn't even give me the right to refuse, so other than obeying, what else can I do? Do it! Otherwise, it'll be a dead end. "
Playboy's eyes flashed with a malevolence that didn't belong to him. He secretly looked at the camera.
"Do those idiots really think that the Jericho missile can be made by hand? They're forcing us into a dead end! After dark tonight, you come and help me change this damn battery, and then I'll take you out of here. Ethan, the only question now is, can I trust you? "
Faced with this sharp question, Big Beardy shrugged. A touch of sadness appeared in his eyes, but in the end, he forced himself to stay awake and said with a smile.
"I thought we were friends at the 1999 Swiss Scientists Conference. At that time, you were the absolute center of attention. You even let poor Arderian blow the cold wind on the roof all night. From that day on, I knew you were a total asshole. But now that we're in the same situation, we should help each other."
Big Beardy Ethan curled his lips.
"Besides, you have no other choice now, right?"
Saber, who was standing outside the canyon, received the news that …
"What? You said he's conducting human experiments on himself? "
The Devil Gang's boss looked at Santos with a dumbfounded expression. Santos nodded vigorously and gestured with two fingers in front of his heart.
"It looks like he took out his heart or something. Big Beardy helped him put a metal heart in it, and he's still alive. He's conscious the whole time. Speaking of which, boss, is this Tony Stark a wizard like Constantine?"
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