Location: Afghanistan.
The scorching sun shone down from the heavens, creating a golden-yellow landscape across the vast desert.
At this moment, three figures and a dog were walking through the hot desert.
"Chen Ye, your dog... Bah, bah, bah. Is he really going to be able to do it? How long are we going to be looking for him here?!" Deadpool complained, exasperated.
"Speaking of which, doesn't your mask protect against sand? At least you have a mask, we're going to die from the heat," Pietro complained, wearing goggles.
"Woof woof woof... It's in this area... I'm dying of heat." Deadpool Dog's tongue hung out, looking like he was about to die of thirst.
"Just bear with it a little longer. If it were that easy to find, we wouldn't be the ones earning this money. Do you two have a better idea?"
Chen Ye said helplessly.
Although Chen Ye knew Tony Stark was in the desert region of Afghanistan, it was just too vast.
.....
The story goes back to the evening of their meeting, when Happy arrived at the Good Luck Restaurant again, carrying a box.
"Mr. Chen, this is what you need. Inside are items Mr. Stark has recently worn."
The box contained a pair of slippers, a watch, and a small lock of hair.
Looking at the items, Chen Ye nodded in satisfaction and then said, "No problem, this is enough. With these items, I can find Mr. Stark."
It seemed Pepper Potts was very attentive to Chen Ye's request, or rather, very concerned about Mr. Stark's situation. Not only did she have Happy send personal items, but she even collected the hair Mr. Stark had shed on his bed.
As expected of the official Marvel pairing, Chen Ye couldn't help but feel envious.
Happy, seeing that Chen Ye had no issues, breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forward, patted Chen Ye, and then bowed 90 degrees to him.
"I'm troubling you all. Please, you must bring Mr. Stark back. I'm counting on you! As Mr. Stark's bodyguard, I'm truly useless!"
Looking at Happy's stout figure, his expression filled with guilt and sincerity, Chen Ye said solemnly, "Don't worry, wait for my good news. Mr. Stark's disappearance is not your fault. This isn't your mistake. You are a good man, a good bodyguard. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Happy."
Indeed, even if you were there, could you have defeated the Ten Rings gang? Mr. Stark had use, but you, Happy, had no use at all. You probably would have been directly shot by the Ten Rings.
"Thank you for your comfort, you are a good man. Chen, it's just that the price you charged is a bit high," Happy said happily.
At this moment, a wonderful voice rang in Chen Ye's mind.
"Ding."
"Congratulations to the host for successfully adding Happy Hogan as a friend."
"Obtained attribute: Driving Skill Lv6."
"Do you wish to fuse immediately?"
The system prompted.
It seemed Happy wasn't completely useless.
"Fuse directly, System."
A surge of driving skill knowledge flooded into Chen Ye's mind, and many professional driving techniques slowly emerged. Chen Ye felt that his driving skills had greatly improved.
Chen Ye suddenly felt that the fat man in front of him was much cuter.
After receiving Chen Ye's assurance, Happy turned and left the Good Luck Restaurant.
"Doggo, time to get to work. I'm leaving this with you, sniff it well these two days. We'll be relying on you to find our sugar daddy later." Chen Ye picked up the box and walked towards Deadpool.
At this moment, a hot wind blew in the desert, pulling Chen Ye back to reality. The hot wind brought a dry, overwhelming sensation.
"By the way, aren't you hot in that tight suit? Wade," Chen Ye teased, looking at Deadpool, who was beside him with his arms hanging down, looking like he was on his last breath.
"Shut up, this is my style, you wouldn't understand. Hurry up. I'm really dying of heat, damn it. I need more money!" Deadpool said weakly.
"I'm the most miserable one, okay? By the way, why do I have to carry such a big backpack? Why don't you two carry it! This is discrimination," Pietro, who was carrying a large backpack and wearing goggles, asked indignantly.
"This is training for you. Look how weak your body is, you need some good weighted exercise. No using your superpowers, Pietro.
This should be near the site where Mr. Stark disappeared. It shouldn't be too far from our destination."
Chen Ye, who was the most relaxed, said slowly.
"I can not use my superpowers, but why aren't we driving? How long are we going to walk in such a big desert?" Pietro asked a soul-searching question.
.....
At this moment, in a cave in the desert region of Afghanistan, not far from Chen Ye and his group, a cave that no instrument or equipment could detect, Mr. Stark was studying blueprints, with a miniature reactor placed beside him.
Next to him, a bald, bespectacled White man observed the miniaturized reactor and said, "This shouldn't be a Jericho missile, right?" This person was Ethan.
Mr. Stark replied without lifting his head, "Because it's a miniature ARK reactor."
"I have a large one at home, specifically for powering a factory."
"It should be enough to suck out the shrapnel."
Ethan asked curiously, "How much power does it supply? Is it enough for your heart?"
Mr. Stark replied, "Yes, more than enough."
"Stop staring at the reactor, look at this blueprint. This is the key to our escape," Mr. Stark said, pointing to the blueprint he had been staring at.
Ethan quickly stepped forward, picked up the blueprint, and studied it carefully.
After studying for a while, he didn't understand and asked, "What is this? It looks a bit like a robot?"
Mr. Stark reassembled the blueprint and then said, "Close, look at it again like this."
A design for an Iron Armor appeared before the two of them.
"Wow, a genius idea," Ethan exclaimed.
At this moment, in Ethan's eyes, Mr. Stark was shining with the light of knowledge.
Then, remembering that they were still being monitored, he involuntarily lowered his voice.
"I need your help, Ethan," Mr. Stark said solemnly and quietly.
"Although I can assemble it by myself, it will take a very long time. Obviously, these guys don't intend to give us that much time. So I need your help."
Ethan hesitated after hearing this. "We can't let them find out. Once they do, the consequences are unimaginable. I can help you, but what about the materials?"
"It's simple," Mr. Stark then walked towards the door and spoke to the masked armed man.
"I want to see your general. I am willing to help them build missiles, provided they prepare the materials I need."
Ethan looked at Mr. Stark in front of him and couldn't help but Marvel that this person was truly a genius, able to remain calm and come up with a solution even in such adversity.
Only such a genius could survive in such a desperate situation, and he was also very fortunate to be confined with this genius.
Perhaps they could really escape. Ethan couldn't help but fantasize.