People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

But business was important. After a while, Mo An flew in the direction of Tony.

...

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Tony's mouth was so tough that he refused to soften even after being given water for two days. The terrorists next to him had no choice but to put a hood on him and push him out of the cave as he staggered.

After leaving the cave and walking for a while, the hood on Tony's head was taken off. After a brief period of adaptation to the strong light, he could clearly see where he was now.

It should be the stronghold of this group of terrorists. The simple sheds are randomly put together, and there are many people coming and going, as if they are going to the market, if you ignore the guns in their hands.

Tony held the battery and observed his surroundings as he walked.

People around him were also looking at him.

He saw many weapon boxes with the Stark Industries trademark printed on them, large and small, and of various types.

"What do you think?" The terrorist leader stood in front of a pile of heavy weapons and turned to Tony.

"He asked you what you think." The old man was translating.

"You...have a lot of my weapons." Who could feel anything in this situation? Tony could only say casually.

The leader chattered again and made a gesture to the old man.

"He said they have conditions for you to build the Jericho missile, as long as you give them a list of materials."

"I'll let you go after that."

When the leader saw that the old man had finished speaking, he stretched out his hand towards Tony.

Tony hesitated, but finally smiled and shook it.

"He won't." Tony said in a low voice without looking away.

"Of course not." The old man responded with the same smile.

When Moan arrived in Afghanistan, it was already the afternoon of the second day. After all, it was his first flight as a human being and he did not dare to fly too fast.

He landed not far from the stronghold, and through his super vision, he saw Tony talking to the leader of the terrorists.

Compared to the way he looked when he first met Tony, he looked like a down-and-out young man now, with a bitter look on his face and a depressed look. It seemed like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Mo An looked at the stronghold and then at the cave in the distance. He felt that now was the perfect opportunity to sneak into the cave, but in broad daylight, with such a big target, he couldn't treat others as blind.

"It would be great if I could become invisible..." Mo An murmured with a strong hint.

...

But there is no change in the body.

"Gan! What I want to play is Assassin's Creed, not Berserker's Creed!"

Mo An, who did not believe in evil, released the black light and thought about becoming invisible again.

As expected, the moment the black light came into contact with the air, it began to slowly become transparent, extending all the way to Mo An's body until he completely disappeared out of thin air.

"Damn it, it really works!" Mo An said in surprise.

In his field of vision, his body has been covered with a transparent film, covering himself and reflecting all the light, achieving the purpose of invisibility.

"Let me just say, as an ancient Doomsday, how can you not even become invisible? The guy next door probably doesn't bother to do that."

Mo An walked swaggeringly behind the old man and followed them into the cave.

As night fell, the cave was extremely cold and humid. In order to dispel the cold, Tony and the old man had to build a bonfire.

"People from the army must be looking for you," the old man paced back and forth, "but it's hard for them to find you here."

Tony ignored him and stared straight at the flames in front of him.

The old man squatted down not far from Tony, looked at Tony and said: "Look, what you just saw is your masterpiece. Your research results have fallen into the hands of those murderers. Are you really going to sit back and wait for death?"

?Don’t you want to do something? Is this the arrogant Tony Stark? This..."

"Why should I do anything? They will kill me and you anyway." Tony's tone lost his high spirits, leaving only a hint of despair, "Even if they show mercy, I won't survive long."

"Is that what you think? Tony?" A gentle voice sounded from behind the two of them, causing them to look back in horror.

On the shabby sofa, Mo An, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting there, looking at Tony and the old man with a smile on his face.

"Mo...how could..." Tony murmured while shaking his head as he backed away uncontrollably.

"Tony, do you know him?" The old man couldn't help but ask when Tony looked like this.

"He is the manager of the most popular coffee shop in Manhattan, and as you can see, he came to Afghanistan from New York and appeared in front of us."

"But there was no one in that position ten seconds ago," the old man murmured.

The inner worldview of the two top scientists was severely damaged.

At this moment, Tony suddenly thought of something in his eyes, and a divine light called "hope" burst out from his eyes. He walked forward quickly, grabbed Mo An's arms, and said urgently: "Mo, how did you get in here?

There must be another secret passage, right?!"

"There is no secret passage. Of course I came in with you." Mo An said with a smile.

Tony was stunned, "But I obviously..."

"It's just a little trick." Mo An pointed to the camera above, "Just like this camera, it can't see me now."

"Is this a super power? Or what? Is it possible for me to..." Tony looked at Mo An hopefully.

But Mo An shook his head, "This is not a superpower, Tony, this is the knowledge I learned from books. I usually ask you to read more books, but you insist on picking up girls."

"The Book of Emperor Weishan" is also a book.

Is there a problem?

no problem.

Tony:?

elder:?

Tony didn't dwell on this, "Then can you use this... um, knowledge to rescue me? I can give you whatever you want!"

"Of course I'm here to save you, but not in this way." Moan said slowly, "Tony, what would you do if I didn't show up here today?"

"I..." Tony was speechless.

"According to what you said before, you seem to be ready to kill me by prodding your neck?" Mo An asked.

"But what can I do? I don't have your knowledge."

"You obviously have knowledge, Tony, right here." Moan pointed to his head,

"Your most precious possessions are all here."

"Don't blame me, this is the path you have to take."

"This is a trial..."

"It even affects your future life."

"You can only come out on your own."

"Think about it, what are you best at? Is it weapons? No, you inherited the ability that Howard Stark is most proud of, thinking."

"I will help you."

After saying that, Mo An's body slowly disappeared.

Tony sat blankly on the sofa, turning a blind eye to this strange scene, but the light of wisdom appeared in his eyes again.

During dinner, Tony suddenly called the old man, "Hey."

"What's wrong? I remember I didn't put the Mexican chili sauce." The old man was a little confused.

"Let's escape and use their weapons." Tony looked at the old man, his eyes swept away the previous decadence, and his eyes were bright and clear.

"It's what I asked for." The old man put down the tableware in his hands and picked up the authority he used to have as a scientist.