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

On this day, the iron door of the cave was wide open, and the terrorists were moving back and forth with their equipment.

"This is where I work. The lighting should be good and the equipment should be complete." Tony directed the people passing by in the cave, while the old man acted as a translator. "I need welding equipment, either acetylene or propane, a welding station.

, but also a helmet, protective goggles, a crucible, and two precision instruments." He kept talking as if he was in a hurry.

"How many languages ​​do you speak?" Tony asked as he fiddled with a missile produced by Stark Industries in his hand.

"A lot." Although the old man was a little confused, he still answered.

"But it's still not enough here. They speak Arabic, Urdu, Dali, Pashto, Mongolian, Farsi and Russian." The old man continued.

"Who are they?" Tony said as he pulled out the inner core of the missile.

"They are all your loyal users," the old man said, full of humor, "calling himself a freedom fighter."

"They are doing it." In front of the surveillance video, the subordinate in charge of this area said to the leader.

"Really?" Tony said noncommittally.

After some operations,

"Okay, this is useless." Tony threw away the parts in his hands and picked up the shining metal piece on the table with tweezers.

"What is this?" the old man asked.

Tony looked at the metal in front of him as if looking at the hope of escape, "Metal palladium, 0.5 grams of metal palladium, we need at least 1.6 grams, so we have to dismantle all the missiles."

"But they will find out sooner or later." The old man looked worried.

"Mo will help me, remember?" Tony's eyes were firm, "This is our only chance."

...

"I used to have to work hard, but now I'm quite motivated." A sudden voice sounded, and the two Tonys, who were concentrating on their work, were almost frightened to death.

"God, where did you come out of nowhere this time?" Tony took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his suddenly accelerated heartbeat.

"I've been watching you work for a while." Mo An smiled.

"Then why didn't you come out earlier?" the old man asked doubtfully.

"Because it's not lunch time yet." Mo An picked up the fast food bag in his hand and shook it towards them.

"Huh?!" The two people's eyes turned green and they shot at Mo An.

...

"Sh*t, I love this cheeseburger so much!" Tony mumbled with his mouth bulging.

"But from a scientific point of view, it is unhealthy to take in so many calories a day...Forget it, it's so damn healthy." After the old man finished speaking, he hummed and buried himself in the pile of calories.

.

It's so pitiful that during the past few days of being imprisoned, the food provided by the beasts outside was simply not suitable for human consumption. Tony felt like he was eating food these past few days.

Polite old man: You?

Moan smiled and handed Tony a can of Coke.

"Thanks, man." Tony took the Coke with some difficulty and drank it with a "gulp."

"I swear, when I get back, I will throw all the wine I have hidden in the wine cabinet onto the street and replace it with Coke?" Tony burped.

"Okay, then I'll see who is chased and beaten by Potts." Moan said with a smile.

"Hey, what you said is meaningless." Tony laughed, "After eating and drinking, I have new ideas. Come with me, old gentleman."

Jingle, jingle, jingle...

"Be careful, we only have one chance." At this time, the old man was using a large tong to slowly move an iron cup filled with metallic liquid from the stove to the table.

"Don't worry, my hand is very steady, otherwise you wouldn't be alive today." The old man poured the metallic liquid smoothly onto the sand table that had been placed.

"What shall I call you, old gentleman?"

"My name is Yingsen." Yingsen replied without squinting.

"Yingsen, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." Yingsen was stunned for a moment and then replied.

Obviously, Yingson was a little at a loss for Tony's sudden change of attitude.

In front of the workbench, Tony was responsible for assembling the parts, while Yingsen watched from the side, just like two scientists and close friends seriously exploring their world.

Seeing the charming clear blue light emitting from the thing in front of him, Tony knew the most difficult step, and he succeeded.

Yingsen was attracted by the blue light and came to the workbench, "Wow, this doesn't look like a Jericho missile."

"Because it is a miniature Ark reactor." Tony said with a hint of excitement in his tone, "I have a large one at home that supplies power to the factory. It should be enough to absorb shrapnel."

"How much power does it generate?" Inson asked.

"If my calculation is correct," Tony added, "it's generally correct, it should be three billion joules per second."

"Enough to last your heart for thousands of years." Yingsen said matter-of-factly.

Tony took out a few more pieces of tissue paper and turned on the lamp.

"This is our escape tool."

Yingsen took a closer look and saw that it was a composition of various parts similar to a mecha.

"It's amazing." Yingsen praised sincerely.

At this time, the leader led his men to the hut, opened the small window on the iron door, and saw two people inside who were busy building missiles. "Let's go," he said.

From beginning to end, Mo An stood not far from the iron gate, and the leader passed him by.

This illusion was just attached to the door by Mo An. If he had directly opened the door and gone in, he would have seen a different scene.

Of course, Mo An couldn't let him do this.

...

The iron sheets of the missiles were removed one by one and turned into the shape Tony wanted. Welding sparks flew, and Tony, who was wearing round goggles, felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

In front of the surveillance video, looking at Tony and Iron Armor in front of him, the leader held a picture of the Jericho missile in his hand and compared it, "They are exactly the same! Brothers, our freedom is coming!"

"Freedom! Freedom!" The minions around kept cheering.

...

Tony's armor plan was proceeding in an orderly manner, but something unexpected happened one day.

"Stop!" The leader opened the small door and shouted to the two of them. Then he opened the iron door and a group of freedom fighters swarmed in. The last person who came in was a young man with a ring.

Tony and Inson both put their hands on the back of their heads.

"Don't be nervous," the young man looked at Tony. To be precise, he looked at the luminous body on Tony's chest.

Hearing this, the two of them put their hands down.

The young man approached Tony and stroked the reactor on Tony's chest with his hand. "Bows and arrows were cutting-edge weapon technologies once upon a time."

"Genghis Khan relied on it to sweep across the Eurasian continent and dominate for a while." The young man walked to the workbench, picked up the mecha parts on the table, looked at them and put them back. "The territory is five times more than that of Alexander the Great."

More than four times the area of ​​the Roman Empire."

At this time, the young man picked up the mecha drawings on another table, and Tony secretly thought, "Today," the young man said, "only those with Stark's most advanced weapons can rule the world."

Tony glanced at Yingsen, who pressed his hand down to indicate not to act rashly.

"That person," the young man turned and looked at Tony, "will be me."

"Why did you disappoint me?" This sentence is in the native language, the young man said to Yingsen.

"We are working." Yingsen had to reply in this language, "very hard."

"I let you live," the young man walked towards Yingsen, "Is this how you repay me?"

Tony looked at Yingson worriedly.

"Making missiles is very complicated." Yingsen backed away slightly and spread his hands and said, "He has worked very hard."

"Let him kneel down." After the young man gave the order, two minions pushed Yingsen to his knees and pressed his head on an iron pole.

The young man slowly picked up the fire tongs, took out a piece of red-hot coal from the stove, and said to Yingsen: "Tell me, what are you doing?"

Of course Yingsen couldn't tell the truth, he just kept making missiles over and over again.

Seeing that the coal was about to be stuffed into Yingson's mouth, Tony said: "Are you talking about the delivery date or something? We..."

Before he could move, the freedom fighter's gun had already been transferred to his body.

Tony looked at the young man, "I need him, he is useful."

Hearing this, the young man slowly released the tongs and said, "The missile assembly will be completed by tomorrow at the latest."

After saying that, he led the minions out of the hut.