Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1665 Boomerang

"Mr. Stark."

Tony Stark curled his lips, the cloyingly sweet voice on the communication channel made him sick, but he couldn't show any emotion. "General, I'm checking the location of the bomb and the hiding place of the terrorists." He resisted the discomfort and stepped into the bright server room at the same time.He could clearly hear his own breathing, and the slight noise of the armor's joint servos turning, which the general who had landed on the other side of the city by helicopter and was now rushing back could not hear.Others couldn't understand how he felt when he put on the armor, but as far as he was concerned, the inside of this less commonly used power armor inevitably smelled of fermented sweat. "The risk cannot be ruled out for now."

"I know, I know. But now the outside media want to know what's going on inside the command center. This is a short interview." The general continued to speak in a contrived voice, and Tony Stark could almost imagine that the general was holding an A4 paper handed over by a right-wing media, and the paper was filled with questions needed for the interview. "Now the entire American news media knows that you are dealing with the bomb in the command center, Mr. Stark. This is your first anti-terrorism mission after the Avengers disbanded, and almost the entire United States is paying attention to your operation...I know that Houston has other missions to perform, but your mission is more important in comparison, because you are protecting the American people and the property of the federal government."

"Friday."

Tony Stark switches the communication channel and turns off the recording of his call with Pepper Potts.

Holographic tactical surveillance screens showed him what was beyond the command center.As he expected, the armored vehicles of the National Guard and SWAT gathered here, and soldiers in camouflage combat uniforms and special police in black combat uniforms controlled the area.The airborne intelligence locked one of the pictures for him on Friday. It was the general Tony Stark had seen before. At this moment, he was being interviewed by the media at a safe distance one kilometer away from the cordon.This kind of caution made Tony Stark want to laugh, and at the same time he was very contemptuous, because it was the National Guard and SWAT standing here to protect the safety of the citizens of Houston, but the attitude of the general was as if he was standing here, facing a fierce brown bear with a gun in his hand.

"I can see you, General. I appreciate that you still have time to enjoy a good pasta during this time."

Tony Stark made a sound, pointing out the ketchup marks on the general's tie.He called out the female reporter's name, and the voice made the female reporter outside the camera very excited, and also made the general in the camera embarrassed.Obviously, the female reporter and Tony Stark were old acquaintances, but Tony Stark's next words made the general's face look better, at least indicating that the bohemian billionaire had been strangled by the real world, leaving only a slight hiss of air squeezed out of the throat.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time for the interview right now. Maybe we can talk somewhere after I defuse that bomb and turn the terrorist over to DHS or the FBI."

"I'm very happy, Mr. Stark." The female reporter flicked her forehead hair, even if no camera was aimed at her, she still hoped that her delicate makeup today could occupy a place in the eyes of some people. "I'd love to do an exclusive interview."

"An interview with tuna and white wine."

Tony Stark murmured and shut down the communication, and continued to walk between the giant servers that were as silent as tombstones. The neat cables and flashing lights, the subtle noises from electronic components, and the whirring of cooling fans made this place look like a quiet cemetery with only the chirping of summer insects.

All the evidence shows that the terrorist hid in the server room with the strictest security measures. Tony Stark never believed a word from the gilded demigod who made a promise to himself, nor did he believe that the so-called bomb threat was just a farce. Not when it's really hostile.In the face of a nuclear country capable of breaking through air defenses, war is no longer a simple means of making money for the military-industrial complex. Who knows if that person will suddenly appear in the White House and kill all important officials, leaving the country completely disordered and paralyzed.

"I've found my target," Tony Stark whispered.In the communication channel, the colonel in charge of the general's security gave a response, and the latter briefly asked if he could capture the other party alive without detonating the bomb.Tony Stark looked at the Middle Eastern man standing opposite him.The Middle Eastern man was pale. Even though he was under the air outlet of the central air conditioner, his forehead was still full of sweat and he looked very nervous. "I'll try, but don't get too hopeful." Tony Stark relayed the picture, "This guy looks like he's been taking a lot of stimulant drugs, and his finger is just above the detonator. I really don't know why these people chose this place as the attack location."

"I don't know either." The colonel responded indifferently, "but now is not the time to think about these scumbags."

"Sorry, Colonel, I don't quite share your point of view."

Tony Stark activated a whole row of close-in defense guns mounted on his shoulders.

These miniature firearms that fire 9mm ammunition are usually hidden behind the shoulders and have only one chance to fire. With the help of onboard computers and servers, these firearms can completely shoot within 50 meters, saving key people or objects from criminals who are holding hostages or preparing to detonate bombs.Compared with the heavy bomb that was pushed into the server hangar with a trolley, Tony Stark cared more about why the person in front of him came here under the order of the person he knew, and how many security loopholes in this country were used for this attack.

More importantly, how this man who looks like a teacher got to where he is is what scares him the most.He vaguely guessed the reason why that person let this terrorist come here.He guessed that his hands had been stained with the blood of this person's relatives, and he also confirmed this from the anger and excitement in the terrorist's eyes, as well as the facial recognition of past combat videos on Friday, and the embassy sent the terrorist's detailed information directly.

Although the mainstream media in many English-speaking countries have always claimed that his overseas anti-terrorism operations are in compliance with the law and have caused no casualties other than terrorists, he himself knows that some innocent casualties are unavoidable. Sometimes flying bricks and warheads can kill people.This kind of coincidence is out of his control, even if he does his best and takes care to keep others safe.

He knew what kind of abuse this person would suffer if he fell into the hands of the Department of Homeland Security and the CIA. General Ross had invited him to visit Guantanamo Bay before his death.The person who sent the terrorist here had laid out a very vicious psychological tactic. If he used non-lethal force to capture the terrorist alive, then Tony Stark would not be able to accept that the other party was tortured in a black cell. When S.H.I.E.L.D. lost power, he would not be able to determine the right of ownership of the terrorist. If he killed the terrorist on the spot, he would not be able to obtain more information.

"Fuck! I'll do it my way. Colonel, I've found the terrorist's location, but don't send any squads here." He cursed under his breath, and removed the 9mm gun from his shoulder, tucking it back under the shoulder armor.He said to the colonel on the communication channel.He didn't extend his hand because that would have been seen as an act of aggression rather than a sign of peace.

"I know where you're from, my friend, I have a friend who lives in a nearby village. Maybe you've heard his name, Ethan, he's a good guy," he said, trying to be as gentle as possible. "Maybe we should talk, and I can make sure I get you home safely, and not in the hands of those out there. I know you speak English, and I promise you, you won't go to Guantanamo or any of the CIA's dark cells, and you'll come home alive, rich and safe. Please don't, think about it." your family."

"Ethan is my teacher!" Tony Stark yelled hoarsely when he saw the terrorist clenched the detonator, "I know how he died, Stark! You failed him, you didn't bring us peace, you brought only blood and chaos. I saw a girl strip an American soldier for a bar of chocolate! She didn't even take the chocolate home!"

"This shouldn't have happened, I helped a lot! I also bought a lot of food, you shouldn't go hungry!"

Tony Stark was flushed, and the terrorist standing opposite him was equally emotional.It's not that he couldn't control his emotions, but because every word the terrorist said was a denial of his efforts after making Stark Industries give up the weapons manufacturing industry. Whether it was food aid or educational aid, it seemed that they would disappear without a trace after falling into the Gobi plateau. ""

"Then you should ask the officials of the United Nations Food Program where the food that should have been given to us has gone. Maybe you will think that I am a terrorist with extreme religious beliefs, but someone has told me where the root cause of our poverty and weakness is. It is not you, Tony Stark, I do not want to retaliate against you. Even if your efforts have no effect, you still provide help."

(End of this chapter)