Chapter 7

At eight o'clock in the morning, when the alarm clock rang, Colonel rhodes had changed his straight uniform, his military cap was upright, his tie was meticulous, and even his leather shoes were spotless. Then he stood like an iron tower in tonistark's private aircraft, a transformed Boeing 737_ The cabin door of 800.

When the time pointed to a quarter past eight, Colonel Rhodes looked at the empty airport runway and instantly understood that he was stood up by Tony Stark again. Er, it doesn't count. After all, they went to Afghanistan this time by Stark's plane, so strictly speaking, it doesn't count as standing up. When I think of this, Colonel Rhodes suddenly felt that life was sad. The world was full of discrimination against licking dogs. He decided not to talk to stark for five minutes after he came.

When it became nine o'clock, Rhodes decided not to talk to stark for half an hour.

When the pointer was fixed at 10 a.m., Rhodes decided that the next second, as long as stark appeared, he could call the other party dad.

As for calling each other to urge each other? Rhodes said, ha ha, Tony Stark will only choose to answer when he wants to answer the phone. If he doesn't want to answer, it's useless for you to make many calls.

Rhodes waited until 11 o'clock, and the stewardess had already sent lunch to the plane. He had a good fight with the beauty all night and repaired it early in the morning. Tony Stark drove his sports car to the airport leisurely.

"You're so early!" Rhodes finally broke his oath and took the initiative to talk to stark.

"Peace of mind, brother, this plane is fast. As long as you sleep, we'll be in Afghanistan!"

"I've already slept!"

"Then have two drinks. Come on, don't be shy. Come on, girls, get the music and wine!" Stark pulled Rhodes and ran into the plane.

"No, no, no, today is business. You can't touch a drop of wine!" Rhodes tried to break away.

"No discussion?"

"No!"

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Five minutes later, Rhodes, who pulled off the button on his shirt, took the wine glass and stark. You came and I pushed the glass for another one. It was very happy. The hot music even spread outside the cabin through the thick glass. Even the stewardess who served them also lifted their skirts, exposed their small waists and danced hot.

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When stark flew to the Middle East, in a mineral exploration camp in Afghanistan, more than a dozen domineering heavy APC armored vehicles swept up bursts of crazy sand and stopped steadily in the center of the camp.

"Get off! Fast! " Arthur Morgan, dressed in a sand combat suit, jumped out of the car, banged his right fist on the body of the armored vehicle, and then four or five armed soldiers dressed in the same clothes jumped out of the rear compartment door of the armored vehicle.

"Who is in charge?" Behind Arthur, a bearded soldier shouted at the crowd around stark industries.

"I am. Are you here to deliver?" Out of the crowd came a tall black man with a white vest on his upper body and his dark skin shining in the sun.

"Yes, the weapons you want!" Arthur pointed to the armored car behind him, and then dozens of huge weapon boxes were carried out by the soldiers from the car of the armored car.

"A thousand rifles, 60 rocket launchers, grenades and bullets are all desert special versions. You can bury them in the sand for a day and then use them again! It's urgent that you urge. Some of these weapons are in stock and others are for our own use, so they look old, but the quality is absolutely no problem! In addition, according to your requirements, we have removed the fingerprint identification device and IFF friend or foe identification system. Let's have a test! "

"No way, it's what the boss asked, but it's also great that you can get everything together in one day!" The black man opened a box, picked up a desert painted weapon, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. Compared with your giant gods, our weapons are like expensive works of art, not murder weapons!"

"That's the big guy you haven't seen us!" Arthur kicked the box with his foot.

"OK, the goods have been delivered. We're leaving!"

"Slow down!" After the giant god team left, the black man took out his mobile phone while asking his men to carry the weapons into the warehouse.

"Sir, it's me, Hamas. The weapons you want have arrived. Are they the same?"

"Yes, it's worth it. I spent three times the price. You take a few people to drive in the car and pull the arms up the mountain. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

After hanging up the phone, obadya looked at the group photo of him and stark on the table. A struggle flashed on his face. Finally, he took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Mr. Hamel, I have all the goods you want. You will see him on GPS, but I have another request!"

"Of course, Mr. obadya, we are friends, so please don't hesitate to tell!" The voice of a middle-aged man with a strong accent came from the other end of the phone.

"Kill Tony Stark!"

"Tony Stark?" The voice on the other end of the phone paused, "no problem!"

"Good bye then, friend!" With that, obadya hung up the phone. After a while, the computer screen in front of him showed that he had another large amount of money remitted into his offshore account in the Cayman Islands.

"Tony, Tony, you can rest assured that I will carry forward stark industry!" Obadya said, and shed a few tears.

On the other side, the Middle East terrorists contacted by obadya are also muttering that obadya and stark are not very close uncles and nephews. Why kill him?

Even the terrorist boss is muttering that Tony Stark is not the most powerful arms dealer in the United States. Is it a waste to kill him? The purpose of our Shijie Gang is to dominate the Middle East. Why not kidnap him to make weapons?

As soon as the idea came out, it was out of control. The leader thought carefully for half an hour and found that the plan was really feasible.

"Abdullah, pack up, let's go to the city!" The terrorist leader took his attention and immediately shouted a more clever guy under his command.

"Boss, why are we going to town? Those Americans and their running dogs are offering us a reward! " A thin little man was puzzled.

"Let's dig for the treasure! Remember to take that tablet! "

"Treasure? Then why don't you bring some more brothers? "

"No, we're just going to investigate!"