Hogwart’s Immortal Cultivation in Marvel

Chapter 449 Stark's Transformation

In a within cave in Afghanistan, Stark woke up from the unconsciousness of narcotic drugs.

The consciousness of Stark who was just awake was still a little fuzzy. He settled down and felt the foreign body in his nose. He pulled out the breathing tube from his nose with great effort, turned his head and saw the water glass on the table next to him.

Because the oxygen in the oxygen cylinder is very dry, you will be very thirsty if you take oxygen for a long time. Stark moved his right hand and stretched out to the water glass on the table. It's a pity that the distance is a little far away, and his hands are not very flexible now, so he hit the water glass on the ground.

The dry throat made him very uncomfortable, and he coughed twice. Suddenly, Stark spotted a man standing not far away, humming a tune, shaving in front of the mirror.

Stark used his accustomed right hand to reach the table next to the bed again, but this time he was caught by the wires on his body.

"I advise you not to do this." The shaved man looked at Stark through the reflection in the mirror and said.

Stark turned around and saw that he was being pulled by the wire, the other end of the wire connected to his chest. He touched his chest in horror, and forcefully tore the gauze wrapped around his body, saw an unknown device in his body, and looked at the roof of the cave in horror and helplessness.

After a while, the shaved man started a bonfire and hummed a small song to heat the food on the bonfire. Stark sat on the edge of the bed, holding a Small Mirror, and checking his chest.

"What did you do to me?" Stark said in a hoarse voice.

"What did I do? What I did was to save your life. I have tried my best to remove the shrapnel, but there are still a lot of them, and they are all going to your heart. I want to see Is it?" The hot food man put down the pot in his hand and picked up a small glass bottle on the table next to him.

He looked at the contents of the glass bottle against the light, shook it again, and threw it to Stark, "I left a souvenir, let’s take a look."

Stark took the bottle and looked towards the inside of the bottle with the flame.

"I have seen many such injuries in my village. We call them dying corpses, because it takes about a week for the shrapnel to enter the vital organs."

"What is this?" Stark interrupted the man.

"It's an electromagnet, which is connected to the car battery. It is preventing shrapnel from entering your heart." The man explained.

Stark felt the strangeness in his body, closed the zipper of his clothes, and looked towards the camera on the wall of the cave.

"Yes, smile." The man saw Stark looking at the camera, said with a smile. "We saw it once, at a technology conference in Bern."

"I don't remember." Stark said.

"Of course you will not remember. If I was so drunk, I would definitely not stand up straight, let alone speak on integrated circuits."

"We were there. "Just as Stark finished speaking, there was a sound from the big iron door at the door, and then he heard the voice of speaking.

"Get up, get up, do what I do, and raise your hands."

Stark also followed this man and raised his hands above his head.

At this time, the big iron gate was opened, and a boss-like man walked in with several gunmen.

"That's my gun, how did they get it?" Stark asked puzzledly when he saw the weapon the other party was holding.

"Do you understand, do you follow me." The man said anxiously.

"Welcome, Tony Stark, the most famous massacre criminal in American history, I am honored." The boss-like man smiled and said in Arabic, "I need you to help us build missiles, you The Jericho missile shown."

The man helped Stark translate.

"I refuse." Stark said firmly.

The price of rejection was torture. They took Stark to a bucket and repeatedly pressed his head into the water, time and time again. Splashes of water splashed on the wires through the chest, and a trace of electric sparks emerged, which also caused Tony to have auditory hallucinations. It was Pepper who called his name again.

After that, Stark was covered with a sack on his head and pushed towards the outside of the cave.

When he came to the entrance of the cave, the sack on his head was torn off. Stark, who was dazzling with the strong light, couldn't open his eyes immediately. After adapting to it for a while, his vision gradually recovered.

Stark saw the valley full of heavy weapons, rockets, missiles, guns, artillery shells, etc., all weapons were printed with the Stark Industries logo.

"What do you think?" The fat boss finished speaking, waiting for the man who saved Stark to translate.

"I think you have a lot of my weapons." Stark wondered why the weapons he made appeared in large numbers here.

"You can use everything here to make Jericho's missiles and make a list of your materials. Start working immediately. When you are done, let you go." The fat boss said.

The man translated Stark truthfully, and the fat boss stretched out his right hand with a smile.

"He won't." Stark also smiled, extending the hand and holding the fat boss together.

"Yes, he won't." The man also said with a smile on his face.

Back in the cave, Stark held the car battery on which he lived.

"They must be looking for you, Stark. But in these mountains, they can't find you." The man squatted next to Stark. "Look at all that, that is Your legacy, Stark. The hard work of your life has fallen into the hands of those murderers. Do you want to die like this? Is this the last resistance of the great Tony Stark? Or do you want to find a way?"

"I have to do something, they will kill you and kill me no matter what. If not, I probably won't live for a week." Stark looked at the fire on the ground faintly said.

"So, this week will be important to you, right? Huh?" the man said.

Stark made up his mind and began to let people install lighting facilities, carrying tools and all the necessary supplies in the within cave.

"If you tell me your plan, we might move faster." The man crouched next to Stark who was disassembling the missile and said.

"Uh-huh. Okay, we don't need this." Stark punched the warhead hard and took out part of the device.

"What is that?" the man asked.

"This is metal palladium, 0.15 grams, at least 1.6 grams. So, you go and tear down the other eleven?" Stark said, looking at the man.

Stark began to pour soil to make a mold. He needed to use pot tongs to pour the molten metal palladium into the mold.

"Be careful, we only have one chance." The man clamped the cauldron up with a clamp and walked slowly towards the mold. Stark reminded him with the battery on the side.

"Don't worry, I have a steady hand, or how could you still be alive." The man carefully poured the molten metal palladium from the pot tongs into the mold.

"What do you call you?" Stark asked.

"My name is Ethan," Ethan said.

"Ethan, it's nice to meet you."

"I'm also very happy to meet you."

Stark's progress is going very well, a few days Afterwards, a mechanical circular device emitting a bright blue white radiance appeared on the table.