The renowned entrepreneur, genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist, Tony Stark, went missing in Afghanistan a few days ago.
Additionally, there's another matter that requires everyone's attention: a jewelry exhibition sponsored by Winston Jewelry was held at the Irene Hotel in downtown New York City, but unfortunately, the event was hit by a robbery.
At the same time, a headless body was discovered in an alley in Brooklyn.
These incidents have left people shocked and uneasy.
Therefore, I urge everyone to be extra careful when going out at night and to take necessary precautions to protect their safety.
I hope the police can solve the cases as soon as possible and bring the criminals to justice to maintain peace and fairness in society.
Thank you!
John, sitting on the school bus, listened to the news playing on his phone with a slight smile, wearing his headphones: "Has Iron Man finally gone missing?" he mused to himself.
John wasn't surprised by the playboy's disappearance; after all, he had always kept an eye on such news.
However, this incident made him realize an important opportunity—he still had a few months to raise funds.
This thought excited him greatly, as he knew that by seizing this opportunity, he could achieve his goals.
Following this, the news reported a jewelry heist.
John was not surprised by this; he knew that in the bustling New York City, only a few powerful gangs would dare commit such a bold crime.
These criminal organizations often engage in illegal activities, but they usually launder the stolen money through a series of complex operations to legalize it.
John came up with a plan, deciding to wait until these gangs had laundered the illicit funds before making his move.
Once they completed the money laundering process, he could seize the opportunity to take these ill-gotten gains for himself.
This plan required not only patience and timing but also a certain degree of courage and wisdom.
But John believed that with his ability and determination, he would surely succeed.
Thinking of this, John couldn't help but secretly delight in his astonishing wisdom.
He felt as if he could already see a future of immense wealth flowing in, and his heart was filled with anticipation and excitement.
However, it seemed few people cared about the headless body in Brooklyn, which was to be expected.
After all, there are murder cases in Brooklyn every week.
If there wasn't a murder case this week, the national media would go crazy, as if the absence of a murder case in Brooklyn meant the end of the United States was near.
Watching these news reports, John felt a headache coming on; they were all people who wished for nothing but chaos.
Indeed, media outlets all over the World are the same.
I must acquire a media company someday.
Having a sword and not using it is not the same as not having a sword at all.
Time jumps back to a few days ago, as Stark flew to the Middle East.
At a mineral exploration camp of Stark Industries in Afghanistan, more than a dozen wildly styled heavy armored vehicles kicked up a storm of sand before coming to a steady stop in the center of the camp.
"Get out! Quickly! Faster!" Morgan, wearing a red hat and a black face mask, jumped out of the vehicle, banging his right fist twice on the side of the car.
Then, five or six more armed Soldiers, similarly dressed, jumped out from behind the vehicle.
"Who is in charge here?" A bearded man with a black striped headscarf, standing behind Morgan, shouted at the people from Stark Industries who were gathering around.
"I am.
Are you here to pick up the goods?" A blond man with a slicked-back hairstyle walked out of the crowd.
He was wearing only a White tank top, and the contours of his muscles were very distinct.
"Yes, where are our weapons?" another subordinate behind Morgan said.
"Over a thousand rifles, forty Rocket launchers, grenades, and bullets, all specialized for the desert.
Our company's weapons, even if buried in sand for a whole day, will look like new when dug out!
It's just that you urged us too quickly.
Some of these weapons are from stock, and others are ones we use ourselves, so they might look a bit old, but the quality is absolutely fine!
You can inspect them!"
"We can't help it; our leader is pressing hard, but it's impressive that you could gather everything within a day!" The red-hatted man opened a box of weapons, took out an M1911, examined it carefully, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"Alright, we've got the goods, let's go." With that, Morgan led his men into the vehicles.
Once they left the camp, Morgan answered his phone.
"Sir, yes, it's me, Thomas.
We've received the weapons.
Do you have any instructions?" Morgan said fawningly to the man on the phone.
Obadiah looked at the photo of him and Tony on the table, a flicker of reluctance crossing his face.
Finally, he took a deep breath and made his decision, "I have only one request: kill Tony Stark!"
Tony Stark?
Morgan hesitated for a moment, then said, "We are friends, that's certainly no problem, Sir."
"Goodbye, friend!" With that, Obadiah hung up the phone, then looked at the photo of Stark and muttered to himself, "I will make Stark Industries prosper.
I hope you don't blame me."
He even shed a few crocodile tears.
Meanwhile, the leader of the Ten Rings Gang, who had just received a report from his subordinate, was also pondering, "Isn't Stark a genius?
Why does Obadiah want to kill this goose that lays golden eggs?
Why don't I kidnap him to make weapons for me?
That way, our Ten Rings Gang can dominate the Middle East."
Once this thought emerged, it became unstoppable.
The leader used his walnut-sized brain to think for a long time and realized that this idea seemed truly feasible.
"Gentlemen, with just one launch of such a missile, I swear to you, the bad guys will surely hide in their caves and not dare to come out."
With that, Stark casually waved his hand, and the missile instantly launched.
The rising mushroom cloud, mixed with violent gusts of wind, swept across the entire mountain range.
The wind was so strong that it could be felt even several kilometers away.
I want him, I must have him!
The Ten Rings Gang leader was already immersed in his beautiful dream of the great Ten Rings Gang ruling the entire Arab World after he captured Stark.
After learning that Stark was going to take a jeep to the capital of Afghanistan for an inspection, the Ten Rings Gang decisively launched their operation.
The mountainous terrain of Afghanistan provided them with effective cover.
Under the watchful eye of the U.S. Military's satellites, the Ten Rings Gang set up the ambush position, ready to ambush Stark.
They're coming!
The dust kicked up by the vehicles was so conspicuous in the desert that it could be seen from a great distance.
To escort such an excellent taxpayer as Tony Stark, the Military dispatched a total of 5 vehicles, firmly protecting the jeep carrying Stark in the middle of the convoy.
At this moment, Stark didn't know that his happy jeep was about to become unhappy, and he was joking with the people in the car.
"Prepare! 3! 2! 1! Fire!" Seeing the convoy enter the ambush site, the Ten Rings Gang leader gave the command over his walkie-talkie, then raised his AK-47 and fired a burst into the sky.
The missiles aimed at Tony Stark immediately blew the convoy protecting the jeep Tony was riding in to smithereens.
The jeep carrying Stark was also overturned by the blast at the same time.
The two Soldiers inside didn't even realize what had happened before they were blown into fragments along with the front half of the vehicle.
"What the hell happened?" Stark hid behind a rock in terror, his fingers rapidly manipulating something on the emergency beacon.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from beside him, making Stark look over, only to see a missile emblazoned with "Stark Industries" accurately land next to him.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Stark hurriedly put the beacon into his pocket and anxiously retreated.
When the missile exploded, it directly knocked Stark to the ground, leaving him dusty and disheveled.
Tony opened his shirt and found that his bulletproof vest had been penetrated, and then he fainted on the ground.
Inside a cave in Afghanistan, the unconscious Tony awoke again.
Looking at the car battery connected to his chest, Stark asked Ethan, "What have you done to me?"
"I saved your life," Ethan replied casually.
Just then, the voices of Terrorists came from outside, "Hurry up, stand up, get up."
The leader of the Ten Rings Gang pushed the door open and babbled some words at Stark.
Stark looked at Ethan in confusion, hoping Ethan would translate for him.
Ethan pondered for a moment, then said to Stark, "He said, 'Welcome to Afghanistan.'"