In California, at an abandoned railway hub, many adult men dressed in Middle Eastern clothes and holding weapons gathered.
There were bonfires burning all around and people patrolling and guarding the periphery, making it look like a "military stronghold".
At this moment, a black commercial vehicle tore through the darkness and slowly drove in from a distance. But strangely, this heavily guarded base did not stop this car that looked out of place here, allowing it to enter the base.
As the vehicle reached the heart of the city, security tightened. After the car stopped, a black bodyguard wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a Stark Industries automatic rifle emerged first and opened the door for the VIP in the back seat.
The person who got out of the car was none other than Tony's dear uncle, Obadiah.
"Welcome!" The speaker was a scarred man. If Tony was here at this moment, he would easily recognize the identity of this man, the leader of the Ten Rings Gang who kidnapped him.
This is the temporary base they secretly established after sneaking into the United States.
Obadiah got out of the car and walked slowly towards the scarred man who welcomed him. Judging from the relaxed expression on his face, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had met this group of terrorists.
When Obadiah came to the scarred man, he did not respond to his welcome. Instead, he stared at the scar on his face with a condescending smile, as if sarcastically.
The scarred man was not intimidated and pointed at the scar on his face and said to him, "This is a gift Tony Stark left for me!"
Hearing this, Obadiah's face showed even more sarcasm. "If you had killed him when you should have, you wouldn't have lost face."
Understanding the other party's double entendre, the scarred man said angrily, "You only gave us such a small amount of money, and you expect us to help you kill a big shot."
However, Obadiah did not give him a chance to continue complaining. Without a trace of sympathy, he pointed directly to the purpose of his trip and said, "Come and see the weapon."
"Come on, leave your bodyguard outside." The scarred man paused and agreed to the request.
The Ten Rings had this suit of armor for a while, but due to funding and cultural limitations, even with a ready-made sample and the drawings Tony had drawn as recorded in surveillance footage, the illiterate members of the Ten Rings still couldn't find a way to replicate the suit.
In this case, they can only find a partner with culture, capital, and more importantly, ambition to accomplish this goal. Once this plan is accomplished, they will not only have the most powerful military force, but also a steady stream of money.
After some thought, they finally chose the right person for the partner, Obadiah Stane, an ambitious man who attempted to kill Tony Stark and seize his company's assets.
And their meeting tonight was to close the deal.
Obadiah gestured to his bodyguards to stay outside, and then followed the scarred man into a simple tent.
As soon as he opened the curtain and entered Tony's cave in Afghanistan, the Mark I handcrafted by Ethan and Tony together came into his sight.
There was a greedy gleam in his eyes, just like the eyes of a cat at night. Even the crude patchwork of the illiterate Ten Rings Gang did not prevent him from appreciating it as the most beautiful work of art in the world.
"He ran away, but left us a little surprise." The scarred man saw Obadiah's look and introduced it with some pride.
"So this is the secret weapon he used to escape from the cave single-handedly!" Obadiah asked, his eyes fixed on every part of Mark I.
"This is just a preliminary product. Tony Stark has already perfected the design and created a murderous masterpiece!
"With just a few pieces of this equipment, a man could rule Asia. And you aspire to take the Stark throne. We both have a common enemy." The scarred man calmly expressed his immense ambition.
Obadiah turned his eyes away from Mark I, turned his head to look at him, and signaled that he could continue speaking.
"We can continue discussing business. I can give you these designs as a gift! In return, I hope you can build a legion of Iron Warriors for me."
Obadiah didn't answer, but just looked at him with a smile, then walked over and put his hand on his shoulder as if intimately.
At some point, a small device appeared in his hand. He flipped a switch, and the device began to emit a high-frequency sound wave. Before the scarred man could react, his brain was filled with blood, and he completely lost the ability to move.
"This is the only gift you can get." Obadiah pointed to the noise-isolating earplugs in his ears, shook the ultrasonic device in his hand, and showed a cruel smile.
"Technology—this is your eternal weakness in this world." As he spoke, Obadiah turned off the device and removed the noise-isolating earplugs from his ears. "But don't worry, the effect of this thing only lasts for 15 minutes. This is only the least of your troubles..."
After saying this, Obadiah directly opened the curtain of the tent and walked out.
Outside the tent, Obadiah saw that all the guards of the Ten Rings had been subdued by the bodyguards he brought with him. There was no surprise on his face. It was obvious that this was something he had planned long ago.
"Bring me the armor inside and clean up the mess. We should leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, da da da da - with the sound of a series of gunshots and the fiery snakes spitting out by the guns, this abandoned railway hub fell into silence again. No one knew how long it would take for someone to come here again.
"Establish Sector 16 beneath the Ark Reactor prototype. This mission must be carried out in secrecy. Gather our best engineers. I want you to help me build a prototype immediately.
Also, keep a close eye on Tony and Mark. Everything in Stark Group must fall into my hands. There can't be any mistakes this time!"
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