"Now, let me introduce my new weapon, the Jericho missile. Respected or feared—which is better? The best weapon only needs to be fired once."
"Boom!"
The jumbled voices and explosions jolted Tony Stark awake as if from a nightmare. He opened his eyes and found himself inside a cave.
As he tried to sit up, he felt an awkward sensation in his chest.
Besides the lingering pain, there was a cold metallic object embedded there. He tore open the gauze and discovered the strange device.
"What is this? Is it a bomb?" Stark asked, somewhat afraid of what had happened to him.
He tried to sit up fully but found two metal wires connecting the cold metallic object to a car battery. His sharp senses scanned the surroundings, and he noticed a man with glasses shaving nearby.
"You're awake?" Yinsen said blandly when he saw Stark move.
He kept looking at the newspaper in his hand without glancing away. This was his only way to pass the time.
"What did you do to me?" Tony Stark touched the cold metal on his chest, his tone slightly cold.
"My name is Yinsen. I saved you, Mr. Stark," Yinsen replied as he pushed up his glasses.
He showed no dissatisfaction toward Tony. In reality, anyone in this situation would be no better off than Tony.
After Yinsen's explanation, Stark learned what had happened.
On his way from Bagram Air Base, his jeep had been hit by a bomb. He had been struck by shrapnel from one of his own missiles.
Yinsen had removed most of the fragments, but some remained. The object in his chest was an electromagnet that attracted the remaining shrapnel and prevented it from traveling through his bloodstream.
If it were removed, the shrapnel would pierce his vital organs and kill him.
Stark quickly understood his predicament and calmed down. Just then, a bearded man and his people burst in, speaking in a language Stark did not understand.
Yinsen translated while keeping his hands on his head.
"They want you to make a missile like this one," Yinsen said as he showed Stark a photo.
Stark's eyes turned cold.
It was the Jericho missile—Stark Industries' latest and incredibly powerful creation. The U.S. military had just acquired it, and he had not expected these terrorists to already have information about it.
Stark immediately refused. He was an arms dealer, but he also kept his promises. He had assured the U.S. military that the Jericho missile would only be supplied to them for a long time to come.
The terrorists pushed him into a pool of water. After several futile struggles, Stark understood his situation.
They took him outside the cave, where he coldly surveyed the surrounding crates. Guns, ammunition, missiles, and bombs—all bore the mark of Stark Industries.
Yet Stark knew very well that he had never sold these weapons to terrorists. His heart sank. This meant someone within Stark Industries was making deals behind his back.
As the world's greatest genius, Stark's emotional intelligence and IQ were extremely high. He did not need much guesswork to identify the mastermind behind the sale of these weapons.
Obadiah!
Only he could have signed such a large order behind Tony's back. Tony even had a worse suspicion.
He had only told a few people about his trip to the U.S. military base in the Middle East. How had these terrorists known his itinerary and travel route?
Tony valued gratitude, loyalty, and righteousness.
Although he vaguely knew the answer in his heart, he still refused to believe it. Obadiah was like an uncle to him. He did not want to accept this truth.
"Help us build the Jericho missile, and once it's done, we will let you go."
The terrorists temporarily needed him, so Tony Stark compromised for now. But he knew very well that after building the missile, they would kill him. They gave him a deadline of one week.
One week. What did he need to do to escape from here?
As an ideal symbiote, genetic absorption was definitely necessary.
Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Hulk, Spider-Man, and others had very desirable abilities. However, this symbiote still needed to reside in someone else's body to truly fulfill its purpose.
Ideally, the host should be a naive and sweet person who could be easily guided. Otherwise, who would willingly let an alien creature control their body?
Natasha also craved power, but she had her own strong opinions and would not let Ren control her. On the contrary, she wanted to control him.
This woman was never a fool. Ren considered himself smart enough not to be a guy with a brain full of lust, naively thinking he could easily conquer the Black Widow.
Unless he could truly bring her extraordinary power, this current level would not break Natasha's perception or make her addicted enough to willingly let him take control.
Of course, the appearance of Iron Man marked the beginning of the great era of the Marvel Universe, with various superheroes emerging like mushrooms after rain.
The characteristic of a symbiote like Venom was that the more powerful beings it coexisted with, the stronger it became.
Natasha's identity could bring Ren many conveniences and help conceal his existence—conditions that others simply could not provide.
For now, as a nascent Venom, it was better to honestly enjoy the beauty's body.
Don't overthink it. Because even if you do, you won't get it. Why bother? Is there anything wrong with hugging Natasha's thigh and enjoying her soft undulations right now?
When superheroes emerged on their own, couldn't he quietly go and copy their genes?
For five consecutive days, Natasha searched many valleys in Afghanistan. Although she encountered many terrorists, none were the ones who had kidnapped Tony.
Afghanistan was not a place for tourism. In just five days, Natasha's spirit had worn down considerably.
If she had not strongly insisted that Ren transform into a tight suit, her skin would probably have become much rougher.
"There are still two or three valleys left. We expect to finish exploring them within two days. I hope we can find traces of Tony," Natasha said as she glanced at the map, refueled the car, and set off again.
Ren remained silent.
He estimated that, given the current time, Tony should have already built the Mark I armor.
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