After Tony calmed down, he could only pretend to be calm and ask questions to the middle-aged man in front of him.
Dr. Yingsen whistled with a musical rhythm while adding coal to the charcoal fire with iron clamps - the nights in the desert continent are not warm, and the economy here is backward. People living in this environment can only live in
They live the life of the last century and can only entertain themselves.
Tony couldn't be frivolous in this situation. He would always make a joke or two to lighten the atmosphere, but God knows if the iron knot in his chest could easily take away his life in the next moment.
As if sensing the uneasiness in Tony's heart, Dr. Yingsen chuckled and said, "What did you do? Shouldn't you thank me for saving your life?"
"You have to thank your good luck. The explosion only shot shrapnel from the ground into your body. If the thing near your heart was gravel, you would not be so lucky now."
"I removed as much shrapnel from your body as possible, but there are still many residues, which will enter your heart diaphragm..."
Dr. Yingsen threw something to him: "In short, you are now a living dead, and you need to use electromagnets to attract the shrapnel in your body."
Tony glanced at the monitor diagonally above.
"I met you once, at the Hal Summit." Dr. Yingsen also glanced at the monitor.
"I have no impression."
"Of course you don't remember. If I drank so much, I wouldn't be able to stand, let alone explain the collective circuit and remember the faces of the people around me..."
"Where is this?"
Dr. Yingsen did not answer. He heard the movement outside the door, and soon the alarm suddenly sounded.
"Stand up first, raise your hands, and you can do whatever I do later."
Tony was confused. Is this a surrender gesture?
However, the mercenaries who broke in raised their hands in the air when they met - it seems that this gesture is equivalent to "shaking hands" in the local area and is an expression of friendship.
The leader of the mercenary Raza said a sentence, but Tony could only hear the awkward "Tony Stark", and other unfamiliar pronunciation words should be the dialect of this place.
"They are welcoming you."
"The most famous murderer in American history."
Tony fell silent for a moment.
He had long noticed the weapons in the hands of these mercenaries. Without exception, these weapons were products produced by the Stark Group, and obviously, the Stark Group sold the weapons to these mercenaries in the desert continent.
Tony wanted to slap himself in the face, he sent the weapon into the hands of the enemy in an almost cheap way!
"Tony, they said they want you to help them make missiles."
"Missile?"
Yingsen took out a photo, which showed the Jack missile newly developed by Stark Group: "This kind."
"I refuse." Tony replied without hesitation.
After Tony said it, he felt both nervous and relieved. If it were him before, he would have immediately agreed to the kidnappers' request to make missiles. After all, missiles were not as important as his life.
But...he just doesn't want to agree at the moment.
He is unwilling to make the same mistake again and give weapons to his enemies in vain.
So...
Tony suffered the first torture in his life. This was a kind of torture that only appeared in movies. A person's head was pressed underwater until the prisoner was about to suffocate to death, and then his head was pulled out.
Get out of the water, which will not threaten the prisoner's life, but also allow the prisoner to experience the pain of approaching death.
Tony became the prisoner in the movie he had watched. In his memory, when the protagonist of the movie was being manipulated, he and the beautiful girl around him laughed at "the hero's weakness". But at this time, he could no longer stay out of the matter.
I was even ashamed of my original outburst.
"Ahaha...haha..."
Raza nodded happily: "Very good."
This is a poorly pronounced word.
……
The next morning.
Tony was quickly carried out of the basement. In order to prevent Tony from knowing the route out of the basement, he was put on a hood. The moment the hood was taken off, the sun was so dazzling.
Tony has never been so eager for sunlight. In his opinion, sunlight is something that can be made, and the light at night can even be brighter than the scorching sun during the day.
He never thought that he would be forced to spend such a miserable night in a dark and cramped basement.
He raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight and after adapting to the light of the current environment, Tony realized that he had arrived near an open field.
Missiles, firearms, and ammunition boxes were piled everywhere in this place. What made him even more dissatisfied was that these weapons and ammunition were all manufactured by the Stark Group.
"Tony, Raza asked what are you thinking about now?"
Several people came to a pile of weapons, and Tony pursed his lips: "I was thinking, they have a lot of weapons made by me."
"Lazar said that the raw materials for making Jack missiles are already here."
"I can't say no, can I?"
"Yes, me too."
……
In the basement at night.
"Stark, your group should have arranged for people to look for you everywhere, but you have to know that it is impossible to find you in such a mountainous area."
"Listen... what you just saw is your legacy, Stark."
"Your life is now in the hands of those murderers."
"Can you get out now? They said that if you make missiles, they will let you out. Do you believe this?"
"Is this the great Tony Stark's last resistance?"
Just sitting like this, refusing to make missiles... There is no doubt that it makes no sense. His situation is still dangerous, and his life is still like a chicken with its neck held in someone else's hands. As long as someone else exerts a little force, he will die.
There is only a dead end.
"Or what do you want to do?"
Tony looked at the crackling coals in front of him.
On the side, Dr. Yingsen lowered his body and looked at him expectantly.
"Why should I do it? They will kill me, you..."
"Even if I don't kill me now, they will kill me in a week. After the missile is successfully produced, we will all die!" Tony said expressionlessly.
"In this case, it's a very important week, isn't it?"
A very important week... only one week, only one week, maybe...
"It doesn't matter whether welding equipment is acetylene or propyne. I need a welding station, a helmet, goggles, a melting cup, and two sets of precision measuring tools..."
In the noisy workshop, the two of them discussed loudly over the lying missile, but the content of the discussion was not about the Jack missile, but about some strange parts and materials that were not used in the missile.
In the eyes of this group of mercenaries, these two imprisoned scientists had no choice but to start making Jack missiles with the blade pressed against their jaws. No one among them could understand the Inmatic language, and even if they did,
I understand, but I have only a limited understanding of these terms, and I don’t even know the relationship between these parts and materials and the missile they want to make.
Tony did not take this unknown scholar lightly from the beginning. After all, it was not an easy task to save him from such an injury.
In the exchanges over the past few days, Dr. Yingsen’s knowledge was very consistent with his image of having almost no hair on his forehead.