"Mr. Stark."

Tony Stark curled his lips, his sweet voice in the communication channel made him sick, but he could not show any emotion. "General, I am checking the bomb installation location and the terrorists' hiding place." He endured the discomfort and stepped into the bright server room. He could clearly hear his breathing and the slight noise of the armor joint server turning, which were all the general who landed on the other side of the city in a helicopter and rushed back now. Others could not understand how he felt when wearing armor, but for him personally, the less commonly used power armor inevitably had a fermented smell of sweat inside. "The risks cannot be ruled out for the time being."

"I know, I know. But now the media outside the world wants to know what's going on inside the command center. This is a brief interview." The general continued to say in a pretentious voice. Tony Stark could almost imagine the general holding an A4 paper handed over by a right-wing media, with questions required for the interview. "Now the news media in the United States know you're dealing with the bombs at the command center, Mr. Stark. This is the first time you've been on a counter-terrorism mission since the Avengers were dissolved, and almost the whole of the United States is paying attention to your operation... I know that Houston has other tasks to perform, but in comparison your mission is more important because you're protecting the property of the American people and the federal government."

"Friday."

Tony Stark switches the communication channel and closes the call history with Pepper Pots.

The holographic projection tactical surveillance screen showed him a scene outside the command center. As he expected, the National Guard and SWAT armored vehicles gathered here, and soldiers in camouflage combat uniforms and special police in black combat uniforms controlled the area. Airborne Smart locked one of the images for him on Friday, the general Tony Stark had seen before, and was interviewed by the media a kilometer outside the cordon, at an absolutely safe distance. This caution made Tony Stark want to laugh, and at the same time he was very despised, because it was the National Guard and SWAT who stood here to protect the safety of Houston citizens, but the general's attitude seemed to be standing here, facing a fierce brown bear with a gun in his hand.

"I can see you, General. I appreciate that you can still enjoy a delicious pasta during this time."

Tony Stark made a voice, pointing out the traces of tomato sauce on the general's tie. He called out the female reporter's name, which made the female reporter outside the camera very excited and also made the general in the camera full of embarrassment. It is obvious that the female reporter and Tony Stark have become old acquaintances, but Tony Stark's next words made the general's face look better, at least indicating that the unruly billionaire has been strangled by the real world, leaving only a slight hissing sound of air squeezing out of the throat.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to participate in the interview now. Wait until I remove that bomb and hand over the terrorists to the Homeland Security Bureau or the FBI, maybe we can have a good talk somewhere."

"I'm happy, Mr. Stark." The female reporter teased her forehead. Even if there was no camera pointing at her, she hoped that her exquisite makeup today would have a place in the eyes of some people. "I'm happy to do an exclusive interview."

“There are interviews with tuna and white wine.”

Tony Stark muttered and turned off the communication and continued to walk between the giant servers that were silent like tombstones. The neat and colorful cables and flashing indicator lights, the slight noise from electronic components and the whistle of cooling fans made this place look like a quiet cemetery with only summer insects.

All the evidence shows that the terrorist entered the server room with the most stringent security measures and hid. Tony Stark never believed any of the words of the gilded demigod who made a promise to him, nor did he believe that the so-called bomb threat was just a farce. As long as there was an opportunity to attack the United States' scientific research strength, the gilded demigod and his master would not let it go - just like the raid at the United Nations headquarters in New York, it was a serious provocation to the country's air defense and national defense forces and military forces, but Tony Stark knew that this is not the time to be truly hostile. Faced with a nuclear country that can break through air defense forces, war is no longer a simple means of making money by the military-industrial complex. Who knows whether that person will suddenly appear in the White House to kill all important officials, causing the country to completely disorder and paralysis.

"I found the target," Tony Stark whispered. In the communication channel, the colonel in charge of general security responded, who briefly asked whether he could capture the other person alive without detonating the bomb. Tony Stark looked at the Middle Eastern man standing opposite him. The Middle Eastern man was pale, and even under the central air conditioner outlet, his forehead was still dissatisfied with sweat and looked very nervous. "I will try it, but don't have too much hope." Tony Stark broadcasted the picture, "This man seemed to have taken a lot of hypersensitivity drugs, and his fingers were above the detonator. I really don't know why these people chose this place as the attack site."

"I don't know either." The colonel responded indifferently, "but now is not the time to consider the ideas of these scumbags."

"Sorry, Colonel, I don't quite agree with you."

Tony Stark started a whole row of near-proof firearms installed on his shoulder.

These 9mm ammunition-fired micro-guns are usually hidden behind the shoulders and have only one launch opportunity. With the help of on-board computers and servers, these guns can be shot in every possible way within 50 meters, saving key people or objects from criminals who are hostages or preparing to detonate bombs. Compared to heavy bombs that use a trolley to push the server hangar, Tony Stark cares more about why the person in front of him followed the orders of the person he knew to come here, and for the sake of this attack, he exploited many security loopholes in this country.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! More importantly, how did this person who looks like a teacher get to this point? This is what scares him the most. He vaguely guessed the reason why the person brought the terrorist here. He guessed that his hands had been stained with the blood of this person's relatives, and he also confirmed this from the anger and excitement in the eyes of the terrorist, as well as the facial recognition of the past combat videos on Friday. The embassy sent the detailed information of the terrorist directly.

Although the mainstream media in many English-speaking countries have always claimed that his overseas counter-terrorism operations comply with the law and did not cause casualties other than terrorists, he himself knew that casualties of some innocent people were inevitable, and sometimes splashing bricks and stones and warheads flying all over the sky could kill people. This coincidence was not something he could control, and even if he did well and repeatedly paid attention to protecting the safety of others, it would be useless.

He knew what kind of abuse this person would suffer from when the CIA fell into the Homeland Security Agency. General Ross invited him to visit Guantanamo during his lifetime, and that place has refused to investigate the United Nations Independent Human Rights Organization. The person who sent the terrorist here set up a very cruel psychological tactic. If he used non-fatal force to capture the terrorist alive, then Tony Stark would not accept the abuse of the other party in the black prison. At the moment when S.H.E.L.D. lost power, he could not decide the ownership of the terrorist. If he shot the terrorist on the spot, he would not be able to obtain more information.

"Fuck! I will solve the problem in my own way. Colonel, I have found the terrorists' location, but don't send any squads here." He whispered, canceling the 9mm gun on his shoulder and retracting it under the shoulder armor. He said to the colonel in the communication channel. He did not extend his hand because it would be considered an offensive act rather than a symbol of peace.

"I know where you are from, my friend, I have a friend who lives in a nearby village. Maybe you have heard his name, Ethan, he is a good man." He tried to speak in a gentle tone. "Maybe we should talk about it. I can guarantee that I can send you home safely, not fall into the hands of those outside. I know you speak English, and I promise you that you will not go to Guantanamo or any CIA black prison, you can live a rich and safe life. Please don't do this, think about your family."

"Ethan is my teacher!" Tony Stark saw the terrorist clenching the detonator and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I know how he died, Stark! You failed him, you did not bring us peace, all you brought is blood and chaos. I have seen a girl take off her clothes from the American soldier just for a piece of chocolate! She couldn't even bring the chocolate home!"

"This shouldn't happen, I've provided a lot of help! I've also bought a lot of food, you shouldn't be hungry!"

Tony Stark's face was flushed, and the terrorist standing opposite him was also emotional. He was not unable to control his emotions, but because every word the terrorist said was a denial of his efforts made by Stark Industrial Group after he gave up the weapons manufacturing industry. Whether it was food aid or educational aid, it seemed that he would disappear without a trace after falling into that plateau Gobi. ""
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