"Chief, Tony Stark is in a bad situation right now!" Raza reminded.
The Mandarin took back his thoughts and immediately ordered: "Send him to the base quickly and let Dr. Yingsen treat him."
In his confusion, Tony Stark vaguely heard someone say: "It's really unfortunate. A bomb fragment hit this guy's chest like a bullet. Do you want to save him? To be honest, I
Not completely sure..."
Will I die?
I, Tony Stark's life, will be extinguished in the next moment like a candle in the wind?
Tony's spirit seemed to have condensed into substance, sinking, sinking, sinking...
And below, there is a bottomless abyss!
It's like a whirlpool on the ocean, constantly sucking Tony's soul.
Suddenly, scenes from the past appeared in his mind one after another like a movie.
That was the night before I came to the desert continent.
"Caesar's things are for you, Caesar." Tony handed a glass of white wine to the nearby beauty and left the casino that smelled of copper.
And the man who awarded him the so-called "Peace Prize" may have no choice but to leave the trophy in the air tonight.
Tony, who was leading a group of bodyguards in black, was about to bend down and get into the car.
A reporter with a sweet voice and pure appearance came up to her: "I'm Crites, a reporter from Vanity Fair magazine. Can I interview you for a few questions?"
Tony did not look back. He waved his hand to refuse, but the tall bodyguard beside him said lightly: "She is very cute."
"She's nice?"
Tony took back his hand that was stretched out in the air, turned around and said hello in a gorgeous and smooth manner: "Hi!"
Yes...this woman is very tasteful!
His eyes lit up.
"Okay, no problem, just ask."
"You are called a contemporary Leonardo da Vinci, what do you think about this?"
Tony looked indifferent: "This is too ridiculous, I can't draw."
"What about other nicknames? Like the Merchant of Death..."
"That's good. Let me guess, he graduated from Berkeley?"
"Lambo University."
Tony continued: "Well, Miss Lamb, the world is not perfect, but we have no choice. I promise, if the world does not need weapons to maintain peace, we will turn to building children's hospitals."
"You have rehearsed many times, right..."
"Practice in front of the mirror every night."
"You can see it."
Tony smiled: "I'm willing to show it to you directly."
"I just hope you can answer my question directly, Mr. Tony."
"Okay, to answer directly, my father has a concept - 'Peace is holding a thicker stick than others'."
Crites was unmoved: "Of course the stick seller would say that."
Tony naturally wouldn't ask for trouble from this angle.
"My father participated in the Continental War and the Harmanton Project. Many people, including professors at Lambeau University, would call him a hero."
"There will also be many people who say that he made war fortune."
Tony is now like a soul, like a bystander quietly watching the exchange between the two.
In the "movie", the Tony from not long ago still wore red, black-rimmed glasses, and exuded an "invincible" temperament.
Seemingly annoyed by the beautiful reporter in front of him, Tony pulled off his glasses: "Tell me, do you want to report on our development of medical technology that has saved millions of lives? Or the development of agricultural technology.
, what about keeping people from famine? All these breakthroughs came from arms money, baby."
"Have you ever had trouble falling asleep at night?"
"For you, I can sleep a little less."
……
All these breakthroughs come from arms funds... This is a fact. Without the capital obtained from arms transactions, Stark Group would not have grown into the behemoth it is today.
And the truth of "Peace is holding a stick thicker than others" is even more correct.
But...Tony now feels that he was wrong.
Maybe he should not sell arms to these gringos and should not continue to sell arms.
Peace is indeed about holding a thicker stick than others, but it does not mean that if you don't sell arms, you can't let the stick in your hand be bigger than others.
Looking at himself in front of him, Tony Stark felt for the first time that he was a scumbag in the past - he was either looking for a woman or on the way to find a woman. Even scientific research was only done in his spare time.
Just for entertainment.
Tony couldn't help but think about how Robert, that strong man, could take a woman and leave quickly under the cover of sand and dust at the moment when the explosive exploded?
Robert has probably suffered more than the women he has slept with!
At the last moment, Tony's resentment towards Robert was not as much as his admiration for Robert. Perhaps what he admired was not Robert, but the powerful force that could handle him at any time.
For the first time, he had a desire for "power". In the past, he always thought that "men who exercise muscles are just a group of bodyguards who can be driven by money."
It wasn't until Robert rejected his 100 million business deal that Tony knew there really was such a person in the world.
He doesn't care about money, rights, or even women!
When a person is in a coma, the brain is actually in a down state. These thoughts are just things that Tony thought about before the coma. But after waking up, these thoughts are like flowers in the fog, and gradually become irrelevant.
So clear again.
But the idea of "selling arms" also changed in his mind unconsciously.
Is it possible that he is such a genius and cannot develop other high technologies to make money without arms sales as a way to make money?!
Tony suddenly opened his eyes, and first felt that all his limbs were there, which made him breathe a huge sigh of relief.
Then, he felt that there was something like a trachea stuck in his nose, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out the trachea.
Looking around carefully, Tony could vaguely see the machine beside him and the bedside table by the light from the light bulbs that were only used in the last century. He wanted to pick up the water glass on the bedside, but unfortunately he was too weak now.
, before I could hold the cup, the cup fell to the ground with a clang.
Not far away in the room, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle was facing the mirror, leisurely cleaning the beard on his chin.
Tony, who was about to use something to resist, heard the other party say: "If I were you, I wouldn't do this."
Who is he...
Tony didn't think deeply about this problem because severe pain came from his chest.
Tony was horrified to find that his chest was connected with an iron wire, and on his chest covered with gauze, it seemed that a part of his body no longer belonged to him. This might not be accurate. It should be said that something had been added to his body.
, and became a part of myself.
The pain is the body’s reaction to rejecting this kind of thing!
Tony peeled off the gauze, and what he saw was a cylindrical piece of black metal - this piece of metal was embedded in his chest!
In other words, there is an iron lump on his chest!
What is this?!
Lying back down again.
Tony stared at the ceiling without saying a word for a long time, his eyes already soaked with tears.