"Don't worry, it's not what you think. I got this information through other methods. If you use some words to describe it, it's 'apocalypse'." The big and small have been in society for a year. Although there are not necessarily many people, Zhou Dynasty, who had a simple ability to observe the face and color, found that Tony's expression changed and immediately explained.

"Apocalypse? Do you want to say you are a prophet? Sorry, if that's the case, I don't think we'll talk about it anymore. I don't want to hear the inexplicable wonders in your mouth." Tony heard this, turned his hand and put the wine glass in his hand on the countertop of the bar, stood up and said.

"Wait, I don't mean that, although what I want to say is indeed a bit irritating..." Zhou Chao said with a wry smile.

"But I have one advantage, that is, keep your word, so you still have two minutes and ten seconds." Tony looked down at the Parda Jade Watch on his wrist and said in a low voice.

"What I want to say is that your itinerary will be in danger this time. After your demonstration report is over, a team of terrorists will attack you and cause serious damage to your body." Zhou Chao said with a serious face regardless of Tony's attitude.

"Is there any source of information? Or is this also the information you got through that 'apocalypse'?" Tony looked up and looked Zhou Chao in his eyes and asked back. Although his tone sounded normal, for some reason, Zhou Chao still felt a strong sense of ridicule from it.

Zhou Dynasty opened his mouth and remained silent.

Seeing Zhou Chao's reaction, Tony took out his wallet from his pocket, opened it, pulled out two large green dollars from it and walked to Zhou Chao. While stuffing the dollars in his hand into Zhou Chao's ragged shirt pocket, he whispered, "Thank you very much for your performance for Fengxian early in the morning. Although it was boring, I am a generous person. This is my reward for taking it. Take it and find a place to take a bath and change your clothes."

After saying that, he raised his hand and patted Zhou Chao on the shoulder, turned around and disappeared into the living room, leaving only Zhou Chao clenched his fists, his chest fluctuated, and his eyes full of anger.

But then, Zhou Chao smiled bitterly, relaxed helplessly, and carried a few dollars given to him by Tony Starksey, and turned to the villa layman.

He wanted to take out the money with great backbone and throw it directly on the ground, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it. It was not that he had no self-esteem, but that reality was there. If he didn't take the money, he wouldn't talk about how he would live his next life. Today's lunch and dinner would have a headache. So although his behavior is very spineless at this time, it is better than finally falling into relying on praying along the street to live a life? You should know that it hurts your self-esteem.

After losing the disturbance of the Zhou Dynasty, Tony Stark stayed in the villa for more than two hours before driving away from home with the bodyguard convoy and rushing to the nearby military airport. Then he flew there on a military plane waiting for him.

...

Afghanistan is in front of an empty Gobi land surrounded by mountains.

"Is it better to make people fear or respect?" Tony, who was wearing a decent black suit, said in front of more than a dozen senior generals of the US military stationed in Afghanistan.

"What's wrong with both?"

“With this belief, I present you with the top products of the Stark Industrial Freedom Series, the first missile system that combines our exclusive impact technology.”

"Some people say that the best weapon does not need to be fired, but I don't agree with this. I think the best weapon is a weapon that is enough to fire at one time. My father did this, and the United States is also right at the moment."

Then, Tony turned his head and looked at the US soldiers beside him and said, "Find a reason and launch one. I promise in my personal name that after the launch, the mice will not even think of coming out again."

After saying that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The US soldiers who received the instructions immediately activated the missile launcher with the control system - it was a movable foundation missile launcher. The middle part was a metal column thicker than a human. In front of the column was a metal ball with electronic eyes embedded in it, used for positioning detection and target locking tracking during missile launch. Above the metal ball was a movable multiplication bracket with multiple hollows, which was obliquely connected to the columns on the base of the launcher. Three slender missiles with pointed tips were quietly placed on the bracket.

Then press the launch button and fired a missile.

In an instant, a "chi" sound of fire sounded, and a flame spurted out from the tail of the missile, pushing the missile out of the launcher, and dragging the long white smoke tail toward the mountains in the distance. However, halfway through, the shell of the missile was broken into pieces, and dozens of metal balls of nearly a hundred ping-pong balls were shot out from it, each bringing out a long smoke tail, and scattered down to the mountains below.

"For your reference, the 'Jerigo' bomb." Tony said as if he had stuck time.

"boom!"

The next moment, a loud roar was roaring, and a white wave of air that was visible to the naked eye, which was like a tide, emerged from a distance, and almost instantly rushed to the position where Tony and the US military officers present, and passed by them without stopping.

"call!"

Tony, who was facing the shock wave and POSS, was immediately staggered by the wind that was forced to escape, and took two steps forward involuntarily before he could stabilize his body again. Fortunately, at this time, the US military officers were covering his arms or turning their backs to avoid the dust that was coming, so no one saw him look a little embarrassed.

After the explosion wave was completely over, Tony and many senior US military officials walked to the portable freezer on the side, took out a glass of wine and raised his glass to the air and said, "Salute to peace."

"Tony?" At this moment, a familiar voice came from the phone in his hand.

"Obi, what are you doing?" Tony said as he looked at the bald white man lying naked on a large bed in the screen of his phone.

"I can't sleep if I don't know what the situation is, how about I?" asked the bald Obi.

"It's going well, it seems like Christmas can be celebrated in advance," Tony said.

"Good job, boy, see you tomorrow." Obi said.

"Why don't you wear the pajamas I gave you?"

"Good night, Tony." Orbi did not answer Tony's question, and directly cut off the phone after a greeting. At this time, Tony happened to walk to the military Hummer used by the military to send him back to the camp, and sat in a low body under the service of the soldier's "door boy".

"Bang."

Then the car started and drove towards the camp at a speed of more than 80 kilometers per hour.

However, not long after they left the test site, a small missile warhead suddenly flew down to the convoy with a harsh whistling sound, and a violent explosion occurred.

"boom!"

"What's going on?" The moment of defense was scared to ask Tony at the US soldiers who were escorting him. However, at this time, no soldiers had the heart to pay attention to him. They pushed open the door and walked out of the car to launch the attack, but immediately, they were shot dead by black guns flying from somewhere and fell one by one on the side of the road.

Then, two more missiles flew from a distance and landed on the side of the convoy, and a violent explosion occurred.

"boom!"

"Damn it, I was actually called by that bastard!" At this time, Tony, who finally came back to his senses from the initial surprise, ran out of the car carefully, and cursed in a low voice.

It was not until this time that he truly believed what Zhou Chao said.

The next moment, a missile flew from a distance that was unknown, and landed not far away beside Tony, who had just found the cover. He stared at the words "Stark Industry" painted on the missile, and exploded violently, releasing a powerful explosion impact, and bombarded him hard.

...

Two days after Tony Stark disappeared, a Mercedes-Benz business sedan that gave people a heavy feeling was slowly parked in front of a bench in a public square in downtown New York.

Then the back seat door of the car opened, and Pepper Potts, a white OL professional suit, appeared on a public bench, eating burgers silently, and changing into new clothes, not in front of Zhou Chao, who was dressed as a beggar.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou." Xiao Lajiao greeted. As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Lajiao remembered that Zhou Chao in front of him could hardly understand English, and swallowed the words he was about to say later.

"Damn it, why did you forget to bring an interpreter?" Xiao Lajiao cursed inwardly.

But soon, Xiao Lajiao thought of a solution. She took out her cell phone from her pocket, dialed the landline number of Tony's villa, and contacted Jarvis, the villa's housekeeper, and then Jarvis acted as a synchronous translation as a bridge of communication between the two.

"I thought you would just ask someone to catch me back like you did when you treat a prisoner." After a simple greeting, Zhou Chao, who casually kneaded the remaining oil paper in his hand, sneered.

Xiao Lajiao smiled awkwardly when she heard this, and changed the topic with some embarrassment, "Mr. Zhou, how did you know that there would be terrorists attacking Mr. Tony?"

"Will you believe me after I said it?" Zhou Chao looked up at the little pepper standing in front of him and asked with a smile.

Little pepper, who knew what Zhou Chao wanted to say, had a slightly cluster of eyebrows, and a hesitant light flashed in his eyes.

To be honest, she really didn't believe in the "Apocalypse" prediction, but in her investigation of the Zhou Dynasty by using the power and relationship network of Stark Industry, she did not find any information about the Zhou Dynasty, just as the Zhou Dynasty came out of thin air, so Xiao Lajiao couldn't have some ideas about it, is there really a person like the "prophet".
Chapter completed!