"Ah!"
Tony Stark, whose whole body was covered in bandages, was lying on the bed of his mansion with difficulty. His left leg was suspended, and his right leg was supported by a brace. He looked very miserable. The best private doctor in America had just left, and Miss Potts was taking care of him.
This charming lady had just had a big quarrel with Tony and left their home angrily. However, after treating Tony's serious injury, she quickly rushed back and learned the truth from Saber. When she learned that there was a high chance that Tony would die soon, her beautiful eyes were now like peaches, purely crying.
"I feel like I've been trampled by more than a dozen elephants. My whole body hurts."
Tony's face was covered in funny bandages. He shrugged at Saber who was sitting and smoking. "I say, I'm a patient. Can you stop smoking here?"
"Huh?"
Saber was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He held the cigarette in his hand and extinguished it. Then, he took out a cigar and lit it as if there was no one else around. He looked at Miss Potts who was crying silently and said in a low voice,
"You're really a bastard, Tony. You made more than half of the girls in New York cry for you … and such a pitiful lady. If you ask me, you'd be better off being beaten to death by Hulk."
"Wow! That's vicious! "
Tony screamed, and a painful expression appeared on his face again. However, he didn't say much. He turned his head and said to Potts,
"Honey, I want to eat strawberry pie, the kind you made yourself."
Potts was stunned for a moment. She was about to say something, but when she saw Tony's deliberately pitiful and pitiful appearance, and thought that Tony might die from poisoning, the corners of her eyes twitched. She hurriedly wiped her tears and walked to the kitchen. After she left, Saber snorted, pinched his throat and imitated Tony's appearance just now, and said, "Honey, I want to eat strawberry pie.
"Darling, I want to eat strawberry pie, the one you made yourself … It gives me goosebumps all over my body, Tony. Is this how you make all the women in New York go crazy for you?"
"No, I will only do that to Boz. She is a good woman."
Tony took a deep breath. "The others are just waving money around. You can have as much as you want. It's meaningless … Is Ivan dead?"
"I don't know."
Saber shrugged. "But it's hard for him to survive in that situation. I burned down a third of Hammer Tower. Those weren't ordinary flames. Also, you don't look happy. It seems that there's a story between you and Ivan that I don't know?"
"Uh, I've never seen him before!"
Tony gritted his teeth and endured the itch in his body. He said in a low voice, "My father and his father were once best friends, but they ended up becoming the worst enemies, serving the United States and the Soviet Union, the two superpowers at the time. But things weren't as bad as Ivan said. His father wasn't deported because of Stark Industries' false accusations."
Tony raised his head, leaned against the headboard, and said regretfully, "My father didn't know who the mastermind was.
"At that time, my father didn't know who was behind all this. I read in his diary that he wanted to protect Anton, but the plan was accidentally leaked. Now that I think about it, it's hard to say that it was an accident. Maybe it was a self-directed act by the Soviet government."
"So, you're confessing?"
Saber flicked the cigarette ash with a blank expression. "I'm not interested in these things of the older generation. You can leave it to that guy's grave. I only care about one thing. You told me before that Hammer was a Hydra man, but then the Ten-Ring Gang appeared. Most importantly, I found some bad things in the memories of the Hydra agents around Hammer."
He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to Tony's side. He stretched out his hand and drew a line on Tony's bandaged arm. His gaze shifted to Tony's eyes.
"You and S.H.I.E.L.D. are hiding something from me, right?"
Tony Stark felt uncomfortable being stared at by Seiber's eyes, which could see through secrets. He decided not to hide it any longer and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry.
"Yes! Also, I can tell you that I'm helping them research the Tesseract. It's one of the stones you asked me to look for. But I can't tell you where it is. To be honest, Seb, I have no idea what you're going to do after you get your hands on it. "
"No, no, no!"
Seiber shook his head. He extended his hand, and an orange-red flame appeared on his finger. He placed the flame in front of Tony and said slowly, "Let's go.
"Not this … The stone is important, but I don't need it now. When I need it, I'll go to S.H.I.E.L.D. and get it myself. I'm talking about something else."
He leaned over and whispered a few complicated words in Tony's ear:
"Anti- Saber Armor … You're helping my enemy deal with me, Tony, you're doing a dangerous thing! Do you know what your behavior means to me? "
"I didn't betray you!"
Tony looked at the burning flame on Saber's fingertips that was getting closer and closer to his eyes. He couldn't help but hide back. He gritted his teeth and said:
"That was just an accident! The Avengers Alliance is a loose alliance formed by Fury. As I said last time, I'm only a consultant. That was just an interview. I didn't even add a weapon system to it. Heavens, why would you think that I would help others deal with you?! Are you crazy? "
"Shh … I'm just joking with you … Tony, my good boy, how could I doubt you?"
Seiber placed his finger between Tony's eyebrows. The flame didn't hurt him. Seiber's eyes turned playful. He tossed the flame onto Tony's face like he was teasing a pet. He watched it roll around. He sat back down on his chair and said in an exaggerated tone, "Hey, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"Look, look, when did the playboy Tony Stark become a saint willing to give everything for his country? But it seems that the Avengers are very thoughtful. "
"I'll emphasize again, joining that alliance doesn't mean that I've made a choice."
Tony Stark sensed a cold flame burning between his eyebrows, which made him a little more agitated. He said loudly, "Let's go!"
"Take this damned thing away! God, the house will burn! "
Seiber snapped his fingers, and the ball of cold flames dissipated. Tony heaved a sigh of relief and said softly, "You're right.
"I'm just helping them study the mysterious power of the Rubik's Cube. It will make the technological level of the entire civilization rapidly improve. As for the Anti- Saber Armor, forget it, it was just a joke. To be precise, it was just an attempt by Fury …"
Tony hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered his voice and said: "Fury wants me to help Steve Rogers, the rescued Captain America, make a special weapon, but to be honest, I think Fury still treats you as a potential enemy. You have to be careful. Some of his specifications for this weapon are clearly targeted at you."
Seiber blinked his eyes. Finally, he stretched his back and said with interest, "You're right.
"Then let our Lord Fury do it. To be honest, I'm also very curious about Captain America, who I've never met before. I'm even more curious about Tony … If one day we really stand on opposite sides, will I have a chance to see the" Anti- Saber Armor "you personally designed?"
Tony blinked his eyes and said awkwardly, "Don't worry.
"It's hard to say, because I find that every time I see you, your strength changes a little. I estimate that the prototype will have to be updated at least 4 times before it can be used in actual combat. Speaking of which, you're not serious, are you?"
"Well … take a guess."
Seber and Tony had a pleasant conversation. Although there was a hint of confrontation, it was more of a joke between friends. However, on the other side, another conversation had just begun. This time, it was hard to tell what it was about. But one thing was for sure: this was going to be a dangerous conversation and a dangerous choice.
"Clang"
In the dark basement, several people in special clothes carried a heavy object into it and placed it in the center of the basement. Although they were very careful, this complicated instrument still made a crisp sound. It seemed to be made of steel mixed with some other things, and it was full of complicated circuits, connected with metal pipes, wires, and other things. At the other end was a very sophisticated treatment instrument.
This layout made this place look like a mad scientist's laboratory.
"It took us a lot of effort to rescue him from the ruins."
A slow, hazy voice sounded in the basement. A bald man in a suit walked in from the other side of the basement. When the dim light shone on his face, it reflected the face of SHIELD's Level-8 agent, Sylvitt. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked very gentle and easy to get along with.
"And if I remember correctly, he just destroyed the channel that we took a long time to open, and ruined the plan that we planned for four months."
He reached out and wiped the sci-fi style treatment chamber in the basement. Then, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers. He raised his head and looked at the person sitting behind the treatment equipment. He whispered, "You're right, Mr. Zhang.
He whispered, "Since you are willing to put all your trust in him, it means that you must have seen his value. I also believe that the famous Ten Rings Gang … is very willing to share these things with your allies, right?"
"Shh"
The guy who had been operating the computer didn't look back. He just stretched out his finger and motioned for the agent to be quiet. Then, he continued to tap on the keyboard. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he let out a satisfied hum. He turned his chair and exposed his face to the agent.
He was a man in a blue suit. His hair was neatly combed. He looked to be in his thirties and had the temperament of a researcher. He looked at Agent Sylvitt and seemed to be sizing him up. After a while, he stood up from the chair, stretched his body, and extended his hand to the agent.
"My name is Kilian, the leader of the Ten-Ring Gang to deal with this matter. If there are no accidents, I will probably be your contact in the future … As for the value of Ivan Vanke, it seems that Hydra's intelligence department needs to work harder. The man lying in front of you is not a small character. The secret behind him … is enough to change your current awkward situation."
Mr. Killian smiled at Agent Silvitt. He reached out and took a sealed silver box from the test rack. He opened it, revealing an exquisite syringe. Inside the syringe, there was a dark red liquid flowing. Under the dim light, it even shone with fluorescent light.
He waved the syringe in front of Agent Sylvitt and introduced it in a proud tone.
"This thing, I invented … a special biological rapid healing and regeneration potion. Of course, it is only a semi-finished product now."
Agent Sylvitt touched his bald head, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the flowing fluorescent liquid, adjusted his glasses, and whispered:
"This is the Extremis that claims to be able to cure all diseases and scars without side effects?"
A trace of displeasure flashed across Kilian's face, but he still nodded:
"Yes, Mandalin called it" Extremis ", so everyone started to call it Extremis, but to be honest, this thing still needs a little improvement to reach true perfection."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at Ivan Vanke, who was lying beside the two of them. He had less than a third of his flesh left, and his blood was almost drained dry. He stared at the man who was in such a terrible state that he barely had a breath left in him and narrowed his eyes.
"And the secret of the last little improvement is in this guy's mind."
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