A dim, stuffy workshop.

"What's your name?"

"Ethan."

"Ethan." A man with a sham beard repeated. There was an iron bump on his chest, with more than a dozen wires attached to it, extending all the way to a portable power supply.

"Go to know you," the man said.

He is Zhang Ming's target of rescue, the C-leading protagonist of Marvel World, Tony Stark, and the future Iron Man.

Ethan is a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses, a dirty suit and vest, and bald.

They were both now a grasshopper on their bodies, and were both caught by the Ten Rings Gang and asked them to create a powerful missile called "Jerico".

Among them, Ethan is half a "senior". He was caught in a while ago. The iron lump on Tony's chest is his masterpiece. He saved Tony's life with a portable battery.

"What is this?"

Ethan witnessed Tony assembled into a gadget with a few grams and a pile of ragged iron. "It can be nothing like the Jericho missile at all."

"Because it's not at all. This is the Ark Reactor, and there is a larger one downstairs in my house to power my factory." Tony raised the Ark Reactor, and the despair in his eyes gradually disappeared.

“What can it be used for?”

"It can stop shrapnel from continuing to flow to the heart, so I don't have to carry this broken battery all day long."

"That's it?"

"And." Tony licked his lips, and finally a little smile appeared on his gloomy face. "If I did not calculate it wrong, I would not calculate it wrongly, and it can generate three thousand joules of energy per second."

Ethan quickly calculated: "That can make your heart beat for fifty lifetimes."

"Or let some big guy run for fifteen minutes."

Tony covered more than a dozen drawings together at the same time. With the sub-yellow light, the paper and paper overlapped each other, and their unrelated parts crossed together, eventually forming a thick, terrifying mechanical monster.

"I call it mark."

Tony turned his head and looked at Ethan, and the gloom in his eyes was swept away, and there was a glory known as "Hope".

At the same time, Zhang Ming and Abu finally arrived at the small town located in the southeastern suburbs of Afghanistan after two days.

Abu picked up the map and said, "When you leave the town, there is a desert, and there is no road left. Go south and pass the border, it is Pakistan. I will wait for you in the town for a week. If you have any places to help, call me."

Zhang Ming nodded, and the two hugged each other. After thanking Abu for help again, Zhang Ming drove to the desert alone.

The car under his butt was no longer the same one as before. Zhang Ming encountered four robberies along the way. On the second time, their car was hit by a grenade and turned into a fireball.

When Zhang Ming took Tony's position from Obadaia, he used editing to erase the process. Logically speaking, Obadaiya should think that the direction Zhang Ming was moving forward was a city called Nusse.

But Obadaiya was too cautious. He laid a net of heaven and earth in both directions, one true and one false, in order to kill all hidden dangers.

Looking back on the difficulties along the way, without the help of editing and Abu, Zhang Ming died many times. Fortunately, he survived and was no longer the weak otaku who would make him dizzy when he saw blood.

Following GPS, Zhang Ming drove to his memory position.

About two hours later, he stopped the car, walked to his destination with a pistol. After nearly an hour, he finally saw the flames.

The desert nights are often colder than those in the city. Three men with Eastern European faces gather around the fire to keep warm. They flirt with Zhang Ming's incomprehensible accent, laughing loudly, and smelling the pungent smell of alcohol from afar.

Behind the three men were several low hills, surrounded by hills, forming a natural basin, with a large number of weapons placed on the flat ground, guns, bullets for individual combat, and many explosives marked with danger symbols. Zhang Ming also saw missiles at the corner.

They placed these dangerous things in the open air, and in this place where the rainfall is very little year-round, they had no worries about the rain that would destroy weapons.

Zhang Ming noticed that most of these weapons have the logo of "Stark Industry".

Zhang Ming was a little unimaginable to imagine Tony Stark's mentality at this time when he was kidnapped by a group of terrorists using their own weapons.

Crossing the piles of weapons, it was a deep hole, where Tony Stark was.

Zhang Ming took out a stand-alone camera from his bag, climbed up a dry tree, fixed it to the resin, and made a disguise, aiming the camera in the direction of the cave.

Then Zhang Ming did not stop and walked for an hour again, and returned to the car.

The next morning, Zhang Ming turned on the computer and received the signal from the camera. He kept staring at the screen until noon.

About fifty to sixty people.

The cave is dark and there is no sunshine. The terrorists are not like soldiers. They are so disciplined and will always come out to bask in the sun. After comparing the numbers one by one, Zhang Ming calculated the approximate number and was thinking about how to rescue Tony Stark.

"First...the most important thing is to save your life."

Zhang Ming set the tone and his life is gone, so he doesn’t have to think about going home.

"Secondly, save Tony Stark's life."

According to the plot development, even if Zhang Ming does nothing, Tony Stark will create a steel suit for Mark to successfully escape, but Zhang Ming's joining may cause variables.

There are both good and bad variables. If you don’t do anything at the beginning and kill Iron Man first, Zhang Mingke doesn’t know how the Marvel plot will unfold later. The “audience” hiding behind the screen will probably kill him directly.

"In the end, one thing is enough to be dying, have a burst of points, cheat... to attract a lot of attention."

Zhang Ming is almost crazy when he relies on editing every day.

The wounds will disappear, and the pain of the bullet penetrating the body remains in memory. Zhang Ming often wakes up from nightmares. If this continues, he is afraid that he will awaken some terrible habit.

Get new abilities quickly.

"The host can make recent time travel experiences into videos and upload them in a serial way." Xiao TV reminded.

Zhang Ming also has this idea. He is sorting out related materials these days, and too many things have happened these days:

Visiting Obadaiya alone, crossing Afghanistan with Abu, fighting with the thrilling gangsters, and exotic styles in strange countries... these are all good materials.

He looked at the computer screen again, and the camera faithfully recorded every move of the Ten Rings Gang.

The Ten Rings Gang believed that no one could find this corner, not to mention that in this country, there were so many armed organizations that no one would come to provoke them.

Attack a group of terrorists, you can get nothing except corpses and shells. They are just a group of life-threatening poor people.

On the screen, the bandits from the Ten Rings Gang were playing cards and drinking. They were waiting for Tony to complete the missile, and then there was a real big operation.

After confirming that nothing would happen in a short period of time, Zhang Ming asked Xiao TV to help him stare at the computer. He entered the beep station system and sorted and edited the video materials in his spare time.

After several hours of hard work, he made two videos recently, namely:

"Iron Man Rescue Plan Issue 1: The young man in the flowery season missed his heavy makeup and mistakenly entered the boss's office, and they did this!"

"Iron Man Rescue Plan II: What is it like to be chased by a group of men in a foreign country?"

Regarding these two titles, Zhang Ming nodded with satisfaction, clicked upload, and exited the beep station system.

"Little TV, is there anything worth noting about during this period?" Zhang Ming asked.

"After an hour and a half ago, three people left the base and drove to the direction of the town."

Zhang Ming tapped his forehead gently with his fingers, thought for a few seconds and asked, "What car are they driving?"

“A Ford pickup.”

"What's in the car?"

"There is nothing, only the three of them."

Three people, one empty car...

Zhang Ming immediately called Abu.

"Hey, just one day has passed, are you just alone? Tell me, what do you need me to do for you?" Abu was a little noisy, and you could hear laughter and the sound of wine glasses colliding through the phone.

Abu is a reliable guy, Zhang Ming said in a long story short: "A few hours later, three people would drive a Ford pickup truck to the town and help me observe where they all went and what they did."

"That's it? No problem, I thought you wanted me to kill them. You should know that my main business is a tour guide, and killing people requires extra money."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ming sat in the jeep and waited quietly. After about two hours, Abu's phone call came over.

"Those three guys... are quite interesting." Abu said with a smile: "The first thing they did when they came to the town was to find a few girls. I thought they would have to wait for a long time, but I didn't expect that they would come out in less than ten minutes."

Zhang Ming laughed silently, "What's the matter?"

"Then, they went to the supermarket and bought food, clothes, oh, and a lot of toilet paper, and I wanted to rush over to persuade them to pay attention to their health." Abu's laughter was full of pity.

The men in the fifties live in a cave, and they eat, drink, defecate and urinate. These three people are specialized purchasing personnel.

"I just asked the boss that they appeared a month ago and would come every 2-3 days. They are considered big customers here."

Zhang Ming rubbed his temples hard, and gradually became thoughtful.

"Help me determine their daily purchase list, and I'll go back to find you later."
Chapter completed!