Marvel's King of the Undead

Chapter 7 Tony Stark

The car drove all the way across the vast desert, and within a few minutes Wayne and the others arrived near a mountain range.

After getting out of the car, two Middle Eastern soldiers held Wayne in the middle and walked towards the mountains.

There is an artificially mined walkway in the middle of the mountain range. Boxes and shells are stacked on both sides of the road. From the gaps in some hidden boxes, you can see that they are full of neat bullets or guns. All the boxes and The words Stark Industries are clearly printed on the missiles.

Every few steps there would be a heavily armed soldier on guard. Is this an arsenal or a base? Wayne observed carefully as he walked. The expressions of every soldier looking at him were very unfriendly, some were indifferent, some were grinning, as if to say, "Look, another Catch an unlucky guy."

Wayne, who was placed in the middle, looked at the large amount of arms around him and was a little frightened.

It wasn't because he was shocked by the strength of the soldiers, but because it was a bit unbelievable. From the perspective of the awakened Wayne, these soldiers were simply garbage, but these garbage could actually possess such huge weapons.

As he walked, he came to a cave and looked away from the weapons around him. Wayne found three people standing among a group of Middle Eastern soldiers in front of him.

There was a bald Middle Eastern man, a middle-aged American man wearing a black jacket and a mustache, and a slightly older man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a thin old man in a suit.

The bald man was raising his head proudly, communicating with the American with the mustache and the little old man next to him, while directing the soldiers next to him to carry arms into the cave, with the words "I am the boss" written on his face.

Seeing Wayne and the others approaching, the bald man stopped communicating with the old man in a suit and walked over:

"What's going on over there? Where does this guy come from?"

"When we went over, we found a big hole in the ground, and this man was found in the hole. Arabic"

The man to Wayne's left replied.

Seeing the two Middle Easterners in front of him communicating with each other in incomprehensible bird language, Wayne suddenly became bored and his eyes began to wander from side to side again.

"Hey, Mustache, you look familiar."

Suddenly, Wayne looked at the American with a beard, a look of doubt on his face.

"Well you speak English are you American?"

After hearing what Wayne said, Mustache, who was in a daze, looked at Wayne in surprise.

Just when he was about to continue asking something, the bald man next to him suddenly pointed at Wayne and said to the soldier: "Kill him. Arabic"

The soldier who had been driving Wayne immediately raised his gun and pointed it at Wayne beside him.

"Stop and keep him. He can speak English and understand what I mean. With him, I can complete the weapon faster."

Mustache excitedly ran between Wayne and the soldiers, blocking the muzzle of the gun pointed at Wayne, and looked at the little old man with glasses.

Seeing Mustache's signal, the old man immediately translated Mustache's words to the bald man.

The bald man glanced at the old man with some confusion, raised his hand to the soldier to signal him not to shoot, and turned to look at the mustache: "Okay, I believe you again, and I will give you 5 more days. I want to see to the finished product. Arabic”

"Take them in. Arabic." The bald man walked up to Wayne and pushed him hard, then ordered to the nearby soldiers.

"Is this where you work? It's unlucky that you were captured." In the cave, Wayne looked at various old instruments with a leisurely expression and said to the two people next to him.

"It's unlucky enough, but weren't you also arrested?" Mustache rolled his eyes, a little uncomfortable with Wayne's frivolous tone. We are all arrested. If I am unlucky, aren't you unlucky? .

"I wasn't captured. I can leave anytime I want. Hey, you look familiar to me."

Wayne approached Mustache and observed Mustache's face seriously. He always felt that this face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Oh I know, you look a bit like Tony Stark"

Suddenly Wayne's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly.

When he was in the orphanage, Tony Stark was the envy of many children. He became famous at a young age, has a net worth of tens of billions, has received various awards, and has slept with countless beauties.

Ordinary people would be very satisfied as long as they have any of these, but all of these are concentrated in Tony Stark. In Wayne's view, Tony is simply the illegitimate son of Goddess Luck.

"You are not his relative, are you?"

Wayne hugged Mustache's shoulders enthusiastically and whispered in his ear.

"Ha, you also know that Tony Stark heard that he is a genius, do you admire him very much?"

Mustache's expression finally changed, he stopped what he was doing, and the corners of his mouth began to tilt up uncontrollably.

"Yes, yes, he is my idol."

"Hahahaha, the young man has good taste."

After hearing these words, Mustache finally couldn't help laughing, and the somewhat hateful kid in front of him finally became a little more pleasing to the eye.

"I rescued you and asked him to help me open a hot pot restaurant. It shouldn't be too much."

As if he thought of something, Wayne swallowed subconsciously.

"What's hot pot? It's a weird name. Also, I'm not his relative, I'm Tony Stark."

Seeing Wayne's adoring expression when he mentioned Tony, Mustache replied with a stern expression.

“Hotpot is just...well.”

Wayne, who was about to explain what hot pot is, suddenly reacted.

I carefully looked at the mustache next to me again. This was Tony Stark himself. No wonder he looked so similar, and there was indeed no news report that Tony had any older brothers.

"And I don't need you to take me out. I'm Tony Stark. How can such a small cave contain the smartest man in the world?"

It was as if Wayne's admiration made Tony directly define him as one of his own. Without any hesitation, he led Wayne to a surveillance corner and took out a few blueprints from a pile of scrap metal.

"Look, we need to make this now, and then we can get out of this hellish place. With you joining us, we can do it faster."

"Yes, my old bones can hardly hold on anymore. Hello, my name is Ethan, from Gomila."

At this time, the little old man who had been unable to speak finally came over and stretched out his hand to Wayne.

"Hello, my name is Wayne and I'm from New York."

Wayne looked at the drawings, shook hands with Ethan absently, and then said eagerly.

"Then let's get to work."

Although Wayne was confident that he could break out of the base intact, he could not guarantee that he could take two ordinary people out. Tony and Ethan were not able to ignore bullets like Wayne.

"You'd better put on your clothes first. I don't like watching a man with half-clothed clothes dangling in front of me."

Tony frowned and looked at Wayne's fig leaf, then turned around and took out a pair of old clothes and threw them to Wayne.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Tony and Ethan were dumbfounded as they looked at Wayne who was forging iron. Before starting work, the three of them divided the work.

Tony was responsible for assembling, Ethan was responsible for dismantling, and Wayne volunteered to choose blacksmithing, which was to transform the old dismantled materials into the shape Tony needed.

This step is the most physically demanding because there is no modern advanced equipment here and all steps need to be completed manually.

Before Wayne came, Tony had to hammer a piece of alloy flat for more than ten minutes, but Wayne came up with three hammers and smashed a piece of alloy the size of an arm into iron sheet.

If it weren't for the limited area of ​​the hammer that required Wayne to hammer three times to flatten all the alloy, I'm afraid Wayne only needed one hammer.

"I now somewhat believe you can go out on your own."

Tony shook his head, stopped looking at Wayne's abnormal operations, and concentrated on assembling the parts.

"Are you really not considering investing in me to open a hot pot restaurant, Tony?" Wayne looked at the wealthy Tony diligently while banging the iron.

"Let's talk about it when we go out. If it's really as delicious as you said, it's not impossible."

Tony had a headache. Wayne had mentioned the hot pot restaurant to him countless times in the past two days, which made him look forward to hot pot.

"Actually, I think you can also invest in a barber shop. There is a barber shop near our orphanage with five Tonys. They are very skilled. I will ask them to help me style my hair when I get back."

Wayne scratched his newly grown short hair.

"you shut up"

Tony couldn't stand it anymore. After two days of getting along with him, he discovered that Wayne was good at everything except his mouth, which was like a machine gun with unlimited bullets, always clicking in your ears. "Strike your iron, if you keep talking, your hotpot restaurant will be ruined."

"Ha, do you agree to the hot pot restaurant?"

Wayne said something in surprise, then raised his right hand and put his index finger in front of his mouth, making a shushing gesture towards Tony, signaling Tony to stop talking and that he was about to start working.

"..." Tony was speechless.