Chapter 1665 Boomerang

"Mr. Stark."

Tony Stark curled his lips. The sweet voice on the communication channel made him nauseous, but he couldn't show any emotion. "General, I am investigating the installation location of bombs and the hiding places of terrorists." He endured the discomfort while stepping into the bright server room. He could clearly hear his breathing and the slight noise of the armor's joint servos turning. These were not heard by the general who had landed on the other side of the city in a helicopter and was now rushing back. Others couldn't understand how he felt when he put on the armor, but as far as he was concerned, there was inevitably a smell of fermented sweat inside this rarely used power armor. "The risk cannot be ruled out yet."

"I know, I know. But now the outside media wants to know the situation inside the command center. This is a short interview." The general continued to say in a contrived voice. Tony Stark could almost imagine this general Holding an A4 paper handed to me by a right-wing media, the paper was filled with questions required for the interview. "Now the entire American news media knows that you are dealing with the bomb in the command center, Mr. Stark. This is your first anti-terrorist mission after the Avengers disbanded, and almost the entire United States is paying attention to your operation... "I know Houston has other missions to perform, but your mission is more important because you are protecting the American people and the property of the federal government."

"Friday."

Tony Stark switches the communication channel and closes the call record with Pepper Potts.

The holographic projection tactical surveillance screen showed him the scene outside the command center. As he expected, National Guard and SWAT armored vehicles gathered here. Soldiers in camouflage combat uniforms and special police in black combat uniforms controlled the area. The onboard intelligence locked one of the images for him on Friday. It was the general that Tony Stark had met before. At this moment, he was one kilometer away from the cordon and was being interviewed by the media at an absolutely safe distance. This kind of caution made Tony Stark want to laugh, but at the same time he was very contemptuous, because it was the National Guard and SWAT who were standing here to protect the safety of the citizens of Houston, but the general's attitude was as if he was standing here with a Gun confronts a ferocious brown bear.

"I can see you, General. I appreciate that you can still find time to enjoy a nice pasta dish during this time."

Tony Stark made a noise, pointing out the traces of ketchup on the General's tie. He called out the female reporter's name. This voice made the female reporter outside the camera very excited, and also made the general in the camera look embarrassed. Obviously, this female reporter and Tony Stark were old acquaintances, but Tony Stark's next words made the general look better, at least indicating that the bohemian billionaire had been hardened by the real world. She grabbed her neck, leaving only a slight hissing sound of air being squeezed out of her throat.

"Sorry, I don't have time for an interview right now. Once I defuse that bomb and hand over the terrorist to Homeland Security or the FBI, maybe we can have a chat somewhere."

"I'm very happy, Mr. Stark." The female reporter flipped her forehead. Even if there was no camera pointed at her, she hoped that her exquisite makeup today could occupy a place in the eyes of some people. "I'd love to do an exclusive interview."

“Exclusive interviews with tuna and white wine.”

Tony Stark muttered and turned off the communication, continuing to walk among the giant servers that were as silent as tombstones. The neatly arranged cables of various colors and flashing lights, the subtle noises made by electronic components and the whirring of cooling fans made this place look... Like a quiet cemetery with only the chirping of summer insects.

All the evidence showed that the terrorist entered the server room with the tightest security measures and hid. Tony Stark never believed a word from the mouth of the gold-plated demigod who made a promise to him, nor did he believe it. The so-called bomb threat is just a farce. As long as there is an opportunity to attack the scientific research strength of the United States, the gold-plated demigod and his master will not let it go - just like the raid on the United Nations Headquarters in New York, it was an attack on this country. A serious provocation from the air defense and armament forces, but Tony Stark knows that now is not the time for true hostility. Facing a nuclear country that can break through its air defenses, war is no longer a simple means for the military-industrial complex to make money. Who knows whether that person will suddenly appear in the White House and kill all important officials, leaving the country completely in disorder and paralysis? .

"I've found my target," Tony Stark whispered. In the communication channel, the colonel in charge of the general's security responded. The latter briefly asked whether he could capture the opponent alive without detonating a bomb. Tony Stark looked at the Middle Eastern man standing opposite him. The Middle Eastern man's face was pale. Even though he was under the air outlet of the central air conditioner, his forehead was still covered with sweat and he looked very nervous. "I'll try, but don't get my hopes up." Tony Stark relayed the scene. "This guy looks like he's taken a lot of stimulant drugs, and his finger is right above the detonator. I really don't know. Why did these people choose this place to attack?"

"I don't know either," the colonel responded coldly, "but now is not the time to consider what these scum think."

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

Tony Stark activates an entire array of close-range weapons mounted on his shoulders.

These miniature firearms that fire 9mm ammunition are usually hidden behind the shoulders and have only one firing chance. With the help of onboard computers and servers, these firearms can hit the target 100 times within 50 meters, killing criminals who are holding hostages or preparing to detonate bombs. Save key people or things in your hands. Compared to the heavy bomb being pushed into the server hangar on a trolley, Tony Stark was more concerned about why the man in front of him followed the orders of the man he knew and came here, and how many security loopholes in the country were exploited for this attack. .

More importantly, how this person who looked like a teacher got to where he is now is what scares him the most. He vaguely guessed why the man had brought this 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 terrorist's eyes, as well as the facial recognition of past combat videos on Friday, and the embassy directly Details of the terrorist were sent.

Although many mainstream media in English-speaking countries have been claiming that his overseas anti-terrorism operations are in compliance with the law and have caused no casualties other than terrorists, he himself knows that some casualties of innocent people cannot be avoided. Sometimes bricks and stones are flying everywhere. The warheads can kill people. This coincidence is beyond his control, no matter how good he is and how careful he is to protect the safety of others.

He knew what kind of abuse this person would suffer if he fell into the hands of Homeland Security and the CIA. General Ross once invited him to visit Guantanamo before his death. That place has still refused to be investigated by the United Nations independent human rights organization. The person who sent this terrorist here set up a very vicious psychological tactic. If he used non-lethal force to capture the terrorist alive, then Tony Stark would not be able to accept that the other party was tortured in the black cell and in God's presence. Now that SHIELD has lost power, he cannot decide the ownership of this terrorist. If he kills the terrorist on the spot, he will not be able to obtain more intelligence.

"Fuck! I will solve the problem in my own way. Colonel, I found the location of the terrorists, but don't send any teams here." He cursed under his breath, canceled the 9mm gun on his shoulder, and put it back on his shoulder Below the nail. He said to the colonel on the communication channel. He didn't extend his hand because that would be considered an act of aggression rather than a sign of peace.

"I know where you are from, my friend. I have a friend who lives in a nearby village. Maybe you have heard of his name, Ethan. He is a good man." He said as gently as possible, "Maybe we should Let's talk and I can get you home safely and not into the hands of those people out there. I know you speak English and I promise you that you won't go to Guantánamo or any of the CIA prisons. To be able to go home alive and live a prosperous, safe life. Please don’t do this. Think of your family.”

"Ethan is my teacher!" Tony Stark shouted hoarsely when he saw the terrorist clenching the detonator. "I know how he died, Stark! You failed him, you didn't Bring us peace, you bring nothing but blood and chaos. I saw a girl take off her clothes to an American soldier and she didn't even get to take the chocolate home!"

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

Tony Stark's face was red, and the terrorist standing opposite him was equally emotional. It's not that he can't control his emotions, but because every word this terrorist said was a denial of his efforts to get Stark Industries to abandon weapons manufacturing, whether it was food aid or education. Aid seems to disappear without a trace after falling into the desert plateau. ""

"Then you should ask the officials of the United Nations Food Program where the food that should have been given to us went. Maybe you will think that I am a terrorist who believes in extreme religion, but someone told me that the food that should have been given to us has led to our poverty and weakness. Where's the root cause? It's not you, Tony Stark. I don't want revenge on you, even if your efforts have no effect, you still provided help."