American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

The sun in Afghanistan scorched the earth mercilessly, and the heat wave distorted the distant scene.

At this time, Tony Stark was sitting leisurely in an armored vehicle, wearing sunglasses and a standard high-end suit.

He held a glass of champagne and ice in one hand, and listened to music beside the external speakers with his head shaking.

Looking at the serious armed soldiers next to him, Tony showed a disgusted expression... There was no way, the atmosphere in the car was too awkward, and it really made him... uncomfortable.

I have to find something to say.

"Why is this atmosphere like sending me to a military court... Really, what did I do..."

Tony couldn't help but complain.

"It feels like you will stop the car and kill me."

"Why... are you not allowed to talk?"

"Hey, Brother Gum!"

Hearing Tony's series of chatterbox output, the soldiers next to him couldn't help it.

"We can talk, sir."

"Oh... so you have something against me?"

Tony looked forward and shook the ice in the glass.

"In fact, you scared them."

The female soldier in the driver's seat said while driving.

"Oh... God, you are a girl, I really didn't see it."

"I think I should apologize, but this is the effect, right? I want to treat you as a soldier first."

"I am in the Air Force."

"Oh, your bone structure is really good. I can't take my eyes off you until now."

Hearing this, everyone present laughed, and Tony picked up the glass and took a sip with interest.

That's right... With him, Tony Stark, there will never be a cold place.

"Sir, I have a question."

Seeing the lively atmosphere, the soldier sitting in the co-pilot turned around with a look of eating melons on his face.

"Have you really dated all 12 cover girls of Maxim Men's Magazine last year?"

"Oh... you asked a very good question."

When Tony was asked about his professional field, his expression instantly became serious. He took off his sunglasses and answered very seriously:

"The March girl and I have a schedule conflict, but fortunately the cover of the Christmas issue is twins... Any more questions?"

"Mr. Stark, can I take a photo with you?"

The soldier next to him became interested and took out his mobile phone from his waist.

"Of course, but don't post it to my personal space..."

The soldier raised a "yeah" gesture, approached Tony, and opened the selfie app.

"Oh, don't use this gangster gesture... You can use it if you have nothing to do, I'm kidding."

"Peace, I love peace... But if there is peace, these products of mine will never sell so well..."

Just as they posed for the photo, there was a loud noise in the distance, and Stark turned his head quickly.

A huge fireball rose on the horizon, and then the armored vehicle in front of him suddenly exploded.

But it was not over yet. The front glass panel of his armored vehicle was suddenly hit by an unknown weapon and shattered. The two soldiers sitting in the front cab were hit by bullets from nowhere and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Tony did not hesitate, and quickly opened the door of the armored vehicle and walked out.

But at this time, a rocket launcher hit the area near him directly, and the vibration from the detonation made it difficult for Tony to control his body balance.

Seeing this, Tony had to hold the car body to keep stable, holding his head with one hand, and avoiding the sound of bullets colliding and hitting around him.

With a whistle behind him, Tony's alarm bells rang wildly, and he quickened his pace. Before the rocket hit the lawn behind him, he jumped and rolled behind a pile of boulders.

Seeing that there was a temporary shelter, Tony quickly took out a high-tech mobile phone from his pocket. After a period of micro-zooming and deformation, Tony quickly clicked on the buttons.

But at this moment, a missile flew to his side. Tony was a little confused. He looked carefully and saw that it was marked "Stark Industries".

What the hell... How could it be my missile?

Just as he was trying to run away, the missile exploded without giving Tony time to react.

"Bang!!"

Tony's brain flashed a blank for a moment, and then he fell to the ground. His vision gradually went black in the constant confusion and tinnitus.

Five hours ago.

Tony Stark stood in a barren desert, with a row of neat missile launchers behind him.

His white suit was particularly dazzling in the strong sunlight, in sharp contrast to the desolate scene around him.

"Ladies and gentlemen"

Tony spoke, with a hint ofWith the usual self-confidence and arrogance.

"Today we are going to show you the latest masterpiece developed by Stark Industries - the 'Jericho' strategic missile system."

At this time, standing in front of Tony was a group of senior military officers and government officials in military uniforms. They were listening attentively to the speech of Tony, the Stark arms tycoon, with curiosity and scrutiny on their faces.

Tony looked around and saw that everyone's face showed expectations and curiosity. He was extremely confident in his products and his mouth corners unconsciously rose slightly.

"You know, my father Howard has a famous saying, 'The best guarantee of peace is to have more powerful weapons.'"

Tony continued, his voice echoing in the empty desert.

"And today, I want to show you the ultimate weapon that can ensure peace."

On the sand dunes, Tony turned to face the row of neatly arranged missile launchers and gently pressed the remote control in his hand.

In an instant, huge missiles roared into the air and soared into the sky in the amazed eyes of everyone.

"This is 'Jericho'!"

Tony's voice was full of complacency.

"It has unparalleled accuracy and destructiveness. Just one missile can destroy all targets within a few miles."

As Tony slowly explained, the missiles suddenly split into dozens of small warheads in the sky, and each warhead accurately hit the preset mountain target in the distance.

At the moment of the explosion, Tony suddenly turned around and raised his hands very naturally. The dust accompanying the explosion behind him was flying, and the mountains were easily razed to the ground. This shocking scene was enough to shock everyone present.

As expected, the deal was reached, and the general with a red face waved his hand and asked the armored army to escort Tony back.

But unfortunately... the accident came faster than anyone else.

When Tony woke up with hazy eyes, he found that his body was tied to a chair, surrounded by unknown civilian troops wearing Middle Eastern clothes and holding rifles, speaking to him in an incomprehensible bird language.

There was also a video recorder in front of him, and he didn't know what it was recording.

Kidnapping? Recording a hostage video?

This was what Tony guessed at first...

But he soon found out that it wasn't that simple. Before he could open his eyes and see the surroundings clearly... he was covered with a sack again, and then he seemed to be hit by a club again.

It was fucking black in front of him again.

When he woke up for the second time, he found... there seemed to be something extra on his chest?