Meanwhile, in the darkness of the desert, five black Hummer Jeep rushed into the camp in a rampage.

The motor roared, and countless vicious bandits emerged from the convertible, stone, and bunker. Hundreds of long spears and short cannons aimed at the Hummer Jeep parked in the camp.

The car door opened, and more than a dozen live-fire soldiers rushed out of the car. Unlike the fierce terrorists, these people looked cold and had the aura of professional soldiers.

A man with neat blond hair, straight suit and intellectual temperament walked out of the car. He looked around silently, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and a tattoo composed of ten rings on his wrist emitted a red light, and said lightly, "Call Heck to see me."

The murderous bandits who were just murderous just now calmed down instantly, silently retracted their guns and returned to their shacks. The base instantly returned to its quiet normal state. The bald leader Heck walked out with a serious expression and carefully led the man into his tent.

Heck's room was arranged very simply. Apart from the bed, table and chairs, there was only one decorated old flag, with ten round rings connected to it exactly the same as the one on the blonde man's wrist.

The blonde man walked in slowly with his hands behind his back and proudly said in a skilled Dali language, "My name is Louis Fu, or, you can also call me Fu."

Heck, who was standing opposite him, took a breath, looked astonished, then clasped his fists and beat his chest with his left hand, lowered his head to salute.

If this man had only strange power, he would not bow to him, but in the presence of this glorious surname, he must express his respect.

Louis nodded with satisfaction, and he reached into his arms with his left hand, took out a stack of photos and placed it on the table. "I'm here for this, our satellites captured this picture, and the great Ten Rings are very interested in it."

Bald Heck picked up the first photo and put it in front of him to see it. It was a robot with severe distortion and deformation. Looking at the photo, a smile appeared on Heck's expressionless face.

"Yes! It's here, but...I thought you were coming for Tony Stark!"

"That's your stupidity and trouble, so you have to solve it yourself." The blonde man took out a scarf to wipe the dust on his face and said impatiently.

"He is a tricky trouble, but hen who can lay golden eggs. I beg to offer him to the great Ten Rings." Heck shook his head and said in a deep voice.

He was deceived by Obadai and actually kidnapped Tony Stark.

The Stark Group is the most important partner of the US military and one of the most important economic supporters of previous presidents. No matter which of these two points, the US government will never give up easily.

From the day of the capture of Stark, hundreds of reconnaissance planes have been hovering day and night over the desert like vultures, so they can only hide in the dark cave like mice.

Let Stark go? This will cause him a lot of trouble.

Killing him would give the US government enough excuses to retaliate against him.

So, this is a hot golden lump that he can't eat or throw away. The most suitable way now is to hand Stark over to those who can swallow this golden hen.

"Ten Rings don't need Tony Stark..." Louis smiled disdainfully. "But, the land in the Middle East is constantly in war. Perhaps Stark will encounter some accidents when leaving here. A bullet produced by Stark Industrial. Some people do anything for a bite of food. As long as they don't die directly at your hands, who cares? Just like the Howard Stark couple back then, they will be forgotten by everyone soon."

Speaking of this, Louis gently tapped his finger on the photo, his reddish eyes looking at Heck "Now, take me to see it, the Great Ten Rings need your sacrifice."

Heck closed his eyes and thought for less than a minute, and a grinned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and nodded at Louis. "Thank you for your advice. I will send someone to send an accident. Please come with me."

As he walked out, Heck licked his lips and asked sly, "But I don't understand, what do the great Ten Rings do for that ragged robot?"

"Do your own business!" Louis laughed, a red light flashed in his eyes squinted, and Heck's body shook. This battle-hardened, cold-blooded and cruel terrorist leader felt dangerous fear at this moment.

Damn it!

He secretly scolded himself for talking too much. As a fanatical follower of the Ten Jie, although he led only a trivial peripheral gang, he still knew some inside information about how dangerous and powerful the power of the Great Ten Jie is.

The man in front of him felt like a rattlesnake in the desert, silent but extremely deadly.

...

Stark was still busy sitting in front of the workbench, humming an unknown song in his mouth, looking quite entertaining.

Solo is also trying his best to be familiar with the energy contained in his fire, familiar with the ability to be accompanied by the fire - mechanical fusion. Under the premise that the energy is sufficient, any mechanical product can be integrated into the body and appear according to his thought combination.

Just like now, he can reorganize any part of his body into that wrench at will.

However, the time for comfort is always short. When the alarm clock was pointed at 9:15, the rusty iron door was pushed open, and Heck took Louis in.

The unpleasant sound of the door woke Ethan who was sleeping, subconsciously stood up, holding his head with both hands.

Stark, immersed in work, suddenly came back to his senses, but Louis didn't look at him at all. Instead, he strode to the workbench, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in disgust, and looked down at the repaired robot.

Louis sneered and raised his head slightly, "The damage is so serious, how long will it take to fix it?"

Louis's voice was like a proud rooster, obviously, this was an extremely proud guy, better than the terrorists whose first reaction to the problem was to solve it with fists.

But for real strong people, this kind of opponent is their favorite.

"Who knows!" Stark put his hands on his chest, and the chair raised slightly backwards. He looked at Heck, his voice full of mockery. "Oh my God! I thought this place was the final word for you, the mighty big guy! Well! It seems that there is a new Monkey King here... Um! Are you going to offer him fruit?"

Stark looked fearless in his naked provocation, but his voice was filled with a hint of impatient teasing.

Huck's face was gloomy, and this tone directly aroused Louis' proud anger. He suddenly turned his head and looked down at Stark "Tony Stark, for me, killing you is as simple as stepping on an ant to death?"

Stark looked at him with his head tilted, and knocked Li Yu's metal bones with the board in his hand, making a crisp sound, "You are here for it! It seems that someone still knows its value. Of course, that person is your boss behind the scenes, and you are just an errand runner. It's a pity that a scrapped machine will not satisfy your boss! So, please go out now and don't interfere with my work."

There was a faint red light in Louis' eyes, and he resisted the urge to tear the damn broken mouth apart, and smiled grimly for a moment, "You have two hours, otherwise, I will definitely make you regret being born."
Chapter completed!