Chapter 41: A little shock from Warhammer in Marvel

Alvin drove to a small town on the edge of the Afghan desert.

"Rich Mr. Tycoon, it's up to you next~" He stopped the car, turned to look at Tony in the passenger seat, and gestured for him to perform.

Tony pushed open the car door swaggeringly, although he was in rags, he still had a gentlemanly demeanor.

"He... is this going to pick up girls?" Yinsen in the back seat poked his head, watching Tony walk to a foreign woman, tossing his hair quite coquettishly, and talking eloquently.

The foreign woman was amused by him, and it could be seen that the two were talking happily.

"Isn't that very normal?"

Alvin rested one hand on the steering wheel, secretly thinking that Yinsen still hadn't seen enough of the world; Tony played much wilder than he had imagined.

Yinsen watched with his own eyes as two people who didn't know each other went from meeting to hugging and kissing, not even exceeding five minutes.

Not long after, Tony walked back swaggeringly with lipstick on his face, holding the latest mobile phone in his hand.

"How did you do it?"

Yinsen didn't understand at all how he did it.

"What do you mean?"

Tony looked back at Yinsen in confusion.

"Uh, it's... just..." Yinsen was incoherent and could only gesture with his hands, the behavior of the two hugging and kissing just now.

"Oh, you mean this, it's very simple."

Tony didn't care, while dialing the phone buttons, he said faintly: "I told her my name is Tony Stark, and then it was just like what you saw."

Alvin in the front seat almost couldn't help laughing, as if he heard the sound of Yinsen's heart breaking.

"It's me, Pepper, I escaped."

After dialing the phone, Tony reported safety first, and then said: "Trouble you to call Rhodey, yes, tell him I'm in Afghanistan... damn, what place is this again?"

In this world, the only number Tony can remember is probably Pepper Potts.

"Herat, this place is called Herat." Yinsen reminded in a low voice.

"Right, it's called Herat, I'm waiting for him here."

Tony said and swallowed, adding: "Let him be fast, when he comes, remember to bring three burgers."

"Then, then what?" Yinsen clearly hadn't gotten used to the status of this legendary genius and asked: "Should we find a place to rest? Wait for someone to pick you up?"

"No need."

Alvin inserted a sentence on the side, teasing: "Isn't there a military base next to it? People will come soon."

As everyone knows, the Middle East is rich in oil, and oil is prone to mold.

Coincidentally, Afghanistan has a special geographical location, located at the throat of the Middle East, so it is naturally inevitable to be beaten.

With Tony Stark's background, it is absolutely worthy of attention from the Department of Defense and the military, plus the major general rank of his friend Rhodey, commanding a moldy base to come and greet him, isn't that easy?

"This matter has nothing to do with me."

Tony glanced at Yinsen and explained inexplicably with a guilty conscience.

But fortunately, Yinsen didn't care too much. After the fear along the way, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief: "Great, this is finally safe."

Soon, several infantry fighting vehicles drove into the town, and there were even two Black Hawk helicopters hovering in the sky.

A little shock from the US, which made Yinsen in the back seat look stupid.

The black captain who got off the infantry fighting vehicle was sweating all over, ran to the Humvee all the way: "Great, Mr. Tony Stark, thank God, you can come back safely!"

"Where is the plane?"

Tony didn't give him a good face at all, with a gloomy face: "You wouldn't want me to sit in that broken car and drive all the way back, would you?"

"No no no, Mr. Stark, the transport plane is outside Herat." The black captain wiped his sweat, full of tension: "I have already contacted the nearby Air Force base, specifically opened a flight to New York, ensuring to send you safely back to New York!"

Looking at the black captain's submissive look, Alvin felt it was really ridiculous.

But thinking about the strange operations of the United States, it is not incomprehensible. Anyway, whether in reality or movies, isn't it serving the rich?

"Tsk, this time, wouldn't someone use a missile to shoot down the transport plane halfway?" Alvin teased on the side.

Which pot is not opened, the black captain's expression was awkward, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only bite the bullet and guarantee: "Mr. Stark, we can guarantee you that there will absolutely be no danger!"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, lead the way quickly."

Tony didn't bother to pursue it, waved his hand, and let the moldy army lead the way in front.

The news that the famous Tony Stark was kidnapped in Afghanistan had almost spread throughout the United States.

The Department of Defense was under huge pressure, hoping for stars and moons, thanking God, this master finally came back safe and sound, without missing arms or legs.

Otherwise, the old men in Congress wouldn't dare to imagine what kind of public opinion pressure they would have to face.

Of course, the voices from the outside world couldn't affect Tony Stark.

In fact, at this moment, Tony was overwhelmed, and even Pepper Potts couldn't take care of it.

"Fuck, is this thing for people to use?!"

Tony's eyes were full of blood, staring at the Imperial Guard standard bolter gun, his hair almost grabbed: "Which lunatic thought of using a rocket to accelerate a bullet? The recoil alone could shatter an adult's bones. Unreasonable, too... rough!"

Here it comes, here it comes, 2K-era humans, complaining about 40K weapons online!

Alvin appreciated Tony, who had already gone crazy, happily stuffed a double beef burger, drank the cola, and said comfortably: "Are you okay? I don't think you are as powerful as you brag, and you can't even make such a simple thing?"

In fact, as early as in the desert, Tony hinted intentionally or unintentionally that he wanted to see Alvin's weapons and equipment.

But what Tony didn't know was that Alvin was taking advantage of his curiosity, which was exactly what he wanted.

So, the two reached a deal.

Alvin handed over part of the equipment to Tony Stark for research. If there were any research gains, the two could share the results.

Mutual benefit, he was naturally happy to do so, wishing Tony would study it well.

Then, the above scene appeared.

"Thank God, if you can close that mouth, I guarantee I can study more smoothly!"

Tony's bloodshot eyes glared at Alvin, who was eating and drinking leisurely on the side: "Also, I've said it many times, don't throw the burger paper here!"

"What does it matter? Isn't there Jarvis?" Alvin said indifferently.

"Mr. Alvin, I must remind you, I am Mr. Stark's private intelligent butler, not a sweeping robot..." Jarvis seemed unable to watch anymore and came out to help: "Sir, there is a charity gala tomorrow night, are you going?"

"Don't go, don't go, don't come to disturb me, Jarvis!"

Tony complained twice, turned around and buried himself in research work.

He was driven crazy, not because of technical reasons, but because the original intention of this gun's design made him completely confused!

What kind of thing would be crazy enough to use a rocket-propelled bullet weapon?

Is this thing for fighting aliens? ===== CHAPTER 42 =====