. Taylor's evaluation of Iron Man Tony Stark is extremely two-sided. Before he experienced a real transformation, this guy was undoubtedly a slightly kind-hearted bastard.
After becoming Iron Man, this guy turned into a kind-hearted and venomous asshole.
The leather is real leather, and the bad breath is really bad, but it is undoubtedly good for friends, and the last snap of the fingers also shows its own style and sense of responsibility.
Taylor wanted to try to let this technological genius combine technology with the wizard's path to see if he could find a stronger and newer path, and by the way, he could also cultivate strong people as his backup force.
Even Tyler had already thought of giving Mr. Iron Man the basics of the wizard and then throwing him to the Ancient One.
Anyway, herding one sheep is also herding, and herding two sheep is also herding. If Strange can become the Sorcerer Supreme, Tony Stark can do it.
I gained a genius friend, a reliable friend and a mobile knowledge base and source of inspiration, and the Ancient One Master also got his wish and trained a Supreme Mage Reserve. Isn't everyone happy?
It's just that now Taylor doesn't want to run to the desert to save the future Iron Man. With this kind of high-IQ genius communication, he must have the upper hand at the beginning. If he eagerly joins in to save his life, but in the subsequent communication , you may become the one who wants from the other party, but you will be hindered everywhere.
How to choose a suitable time.
Snapped!
Taylor snapped his fingers casually, and a cold figure wearing a mask emerged from nowhere with two short sticks in his waist and placed the pieces of relationship information in front of Taylor.
The information that had been placed on the table just now seemed to have come alive. It flew in front of Taylor, unfolding it side by side, and the words slowly moved around, arranging Taylor's favorite reading method, and turned into a text. A relational diagram of a tree-like structure with Carnot as the center.
Hiss~~~~
It's okay not to look at it. As soon as Taylor looked at it, he was instantly shocked by Kano's management in this plane. Good guy, how many forces, how many governments, how many countries and departments does this guy have? How many secrets have been arranged?
From the small gang leaders to the secretary of the World Security Council, except for the top political and power apex, all the institutions above and below have Kano's secrets.
Like S.H.I.E.L.D., the tax bureau, the police department, government units, work departments, big gangs, small gangs, various industries, various industries, various big and small gangs, various killer organizations...
Taylor now understands why he called Kano back. When the time comes, Kano will say that if you give him a little more time, he will be able to hold the entire power pyramid in the palm of his hand.
Kano's method of controlling his men is simple and crude. To put it bluntly, it is to implant memories, wash away memories, wash away self-awareness, and piece together a brand new consciousness. The powerful mental power, coupled with the phantom rays of the spider's eyes, are enough to make Kano Nuo weaves a renewed self-understanding for these people, a seamless self-understanding.
It's just that the secrets controlled by Kano are all deputy positions in various agencies and do not occupy the top positions, but in Taylor's view, these are enough.
"Get another piece of information on what the forces in the desert are doing recently, and give me the latest information on the military, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Hydra."
Taylor, who was reading the relationship network, said casually, and then Then from the shadow behind him, a voluptuous figure came out with the compiled information and placed it in Taylor's hand.
This information was somewhat wrinkled, and it looked like it had been taken immediately, and the order was somewhat scattered and not well organized. However, Taylor did not care about this. After reading the information carefully, he immediately discovered that there would be a big military activity recently. , and this activity is exactly what he can use for planning.
Capture the Hulk.
That big guy is a very interesting existence. If it is true according to the setting, the angrier he is, the higher his power will be, and there is almost no upper limit, then there must be something incredible deep in his blood.
The irrationality of Hulk is just like Gwen's ability. An ordinary spider can increase the level of life by biting people. Why is the spider not strong if it is so effective? Moreover, Gwen has changed so much, and her energy Where did it come from? Appear out of thin air?
Taylor accepted Gwen because he wanted to study Gwen's ability. In his opinion, the spider was a medium. The real origin is probably not simple. If you think about it carefully, Gwen's ability is like the Hulk's transformation, completely contrary to energy. There must be something else behind the changes in the rules.
Looking at the information that an armed force locked the future Mr. Iron Man in a cave, and then looking at the recent information that the military had grasped the whereabouts of the Hulk and was preparing to capture the Hulk, Taylor put the two pieces of information together in detail Thinking about it.
The so-called lighthouse military in this plane are very clear about what kind of piss-poor Taylor is. To put it bluntly, they are seeking death and do not know how to end it.
The city he is in will soon become a battlefield where the Hulk is fighting another giant. He will definitely take action when the time comes, but when he takes action, he must maximize the benefits obtained from his actions, to achieve a goal of one fish. The effect of eating three times.
At this time, he needs to think about it carefully.
Robbers, Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D., the military, the Iron Man of the future......
While
the wise Wizard Taylor was pondering, the protagonist of this incident, Poor playboy, Mr. Tony Stark, the future Iron Man, is lying unconscious on an iron plate with two wires and an electromagnet connected to his chest.
"Well..."
The severe pain in his head, the conversation with the young soldier just now, and the missile with Stark Industries printed on it that finally appeared in front of him echoed in Tony's mind. In the repeated torture, Tony finally slowly opened his dim, bloodshot eyes.
There was an imperceptible muffled sound, and Tony stood up and looked around with dull eyes. The surrounding seemed to be dark, with an iron door and a lot of tattered things, and... and these things seemed to It's from their family.
What is going on?
Tony, who was bewildered, suddenly came to his senses. He looked at his aching chest, gradually opened his mouth wide, and let out a horrified cry.
"This, this, what is going on? What happened to me? Where is this place?!!!"
Tony sat up from a large iron plate and looked around, and now he saw more clearly, This place is basically a prison cell!
"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to move around at this time."
A dull voice suddenly sounded. Tony turned around suddenly and saw an unshaven, savage-like figure squatting in the corner, staring silently. Touch the ground.
After all, Tony was not that kind of ordinary person. He calmed down quickly. He lowered his head and looked at the hole in his chest and the faint pain in his heart. He then looked at the simple structure of the electromagnet and the two wires that penetrated deep into his chest. The wires, he understood instantly.
The shrapnel from the bomb hit his chest, and now the existence of the electromagnet is to maintain his life.
What exactly is going on? I'm just here to show off the new missiles, why am I so unlucky!
Tony sat there alone, on the verge of crying. He was just an ordinary arms dealer, a self-righteous playboy, a technological genius and a philanthropist. His good self was suddenly bombed.
When he opened his eyes, he was thrown into a strange cell with rags everywhere and a hairy savage.
Tony shouted with a frown on the only person who could communicate with him in this small space.
"Damn it. I don't know who pretended it for me. I feel a little pain in my chest now... That guy, you look so hairy now. Do you want to find monkeys as companions in the future?"
Ethan, who was sitting in the corner, asked. Starting, he looked at Tony who was grinning and said calmly.
"I installed that electromagnet for you. To be precise, I saved your life. And your mouth still smells so bad, as if you rejected me at that time."
Huh?
Tony didn't expect that this savage squatting at the foot of the wall had wanted to see him, and now he was hanging on to his own life. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, and muttered not knowing what to say.
Fortunately, Ethan is a very kind person after all. When Tony didn't say anything, he said to himself: "These people tied you here just to let you make them what you just demonstrated to the military." missile."
"You don't know, right? It was the missile produced by your Stark Industries that punctured a hole in your chest. Maybe you saw the logo of your industry before you were bombed."
What? How can this be? Are our Stark Industries weapons not only used to maintain peace?
Ethan's words startled Tony, and he moved back and said with a look of disbelief.
"Uncle Obadiah mentioned to me that the weapons produced by our industry are used to maintain peace."
Hearing Tony's incredible words, Ethan smiled mockingly and pointed at Tony's black hole. Chest.
"The methods used by your industry to maintain peace are quite transparent."
Tony: ...
In the darkness, Tony, with a big hole in his chest, clenched his fists. At this moment, he seemed to realize that he seemed to be being manipulated by that person. The kind uncle was deceived, and the weapons produced by their industry were not used to maintain peace.
His status as a philanthropist, which he flaunted to the world in the past, seems a bit ridiculous now.
"Actually, I can see that you are a bit shy. You show off a bit in front of the media. You do like to sleep with all kinds of cover girls, but I know that you are not a bad person. It's just that He's just a little stupid when it comes to people and sophistication."
Ethan, who was squatting in the corner like a savage, shrugged and comforted, but after hearing these words, Tony felt even more uncomfortable in his heart. What does it mean to be a little stupid about people and sophistication and still like to show off and sleep... ...
Such a direct way of comforting made Tony almost lose his breath. He coughed hard twice, and his already pale face became even more pale, looking like someone who had just been pulled out of an ice coffin. Like a corpse.
Tony finally managed to catch his breath and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
"Has anyone ever mentioned to you that the way you talk is really unpleasant?"
"No."
Ethan added expressionlessly: "Originally, you could have mentioned it to me, but You didn't see me."
"You!"
Tony pointed at Ethan angrily, his white lips trembling for a long time, not knowing what to say.
"You'd better take a rest quickly. After a while, the gang will come in and beat and kick you again. Believe me, they will definitely do this to you. They don't care how rich you are or how talented you are."
Listen. After Ethan's friendly persuasion, Tony said disdainfully:
"Hahaha, do you think a genius like me can be beaten and kicked so easily? To tell you the truth, I have also practiced for a while, and my driver Happy is A very strong fighting master."
Tony clenched his fists as he spoke, as if I was very capable of fighting and could defeat the opponent even if there was a hole in my chest.
Ha...
Ethan grinned. He had just extended the life of the other party. How could he not understand what the other party's condition was now?
Just a tough talk.
Two hours
later, Tony, who had been beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he honestly picked up the hammer and knocked on a special iron plate.
As soon as the kidnappers appeared, our brave playboy punched him, and after his arm was slapped open, he slapped the genius to the ground, and the savage kidnappers stamped him with their feet. , Your Majesty Genius has honestly recognized the problem of his combat effectiveness and started to work.
Until now, our great cross-century genius is still mumbling about poor health, bullying the old, young and disabled, etc.
"I'll just say you're being tough. I cured you, but I'm hanging on to your life. How can I still not know what you are like?"
Ethan said with a smile, and there was quite a sense of joy in the laughter. a feeling of.
"Just have a good laugh. Later I will let you know what the combat power of a genius is."
"Ha."
...
Hydra Underground Base
"Are you sure about that famous technology? Is the genius being locked up there now?"
The person in charge of this underground base stared at his adjutant and said in a deep voice.
The adjutant held his head high and looked like he would go through fire and water for Hydra. He said with extreme fanaticism,
"Yes, my people have discovered where the Tony Stark genius is being held. He is now A missile forced to be made in a cave."
Making missiles?
The person in charge of the base was stunned when he heard this, making missiles? Such a genius uses his hands to rub missiles.
In that desert-like Gobi environment, what kind of materials can be produced? They don't even have the most basic instruments, so they just let people rub the missiles by hand. This is really what those rubbish can do.
The person in charge shook his head and said: "What a bunch of idiots. There is nothing that such a genius can do better than rubbing missiles with his hands. Geniuses like this can only bloom in the hands of our Hydra." My own light."
The adjutant nodded vigorously.
"Since this genius has disappeared in name, and the society also feels that this genius has died, then let him die completely, come to our Hydra with a new identity, and continue to play his role. No one can resist us."
"Then what should we do next?"
"Bring that genius back first."
(End of this chapter)