American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 5: Does Stark Want to Die?
Tony Stark sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Okay, I see. You really do love eating."

After calming down for a moment, a resolute look appeared on Tony Stark's face. If it were dozens of people outside the door, he might still be able to handle them.

But the search team outside the door numbered several hundred people, and many of them were even carrying individual rocket launchers!
He has only one chance of surviving: he has to gamble that these people will need him to build missiles for them, or even more sophisticated equipment!
As long as you have value, you won't be hurt.

Even if we take a step back and find a way to detonate the Arc Reactor ourselves, it would be the most terrifying bomb in the world, and perhaps it could become a bargaining chip to threaten them.

"Then you should eat it."

The sarcastic tone faded as he turned, replaced by a serious gaze. The heavy pounding of his heart echoed in Carrot's ears, sounding strangely pleasant. Smiling, he tightened his grip slightly as he cut the steak with his fork.
"Don't worry, I will."

Tony Stark rolled his eyes. He thought this guy might be a little crazy. Who would calmly sit there eating steak under the guns of gangsters in the desert?
"I don't know why you're so confident, but that rocket launcher held up at the door is no joke!"

As Tony Stark took his final step out the door, his farewell glance back met Carrot Al's indifferent calm.

They stared at each other for a long time, but Carrot El did not answer him. He didn't even blink at his selfless act of righteousness.

"Okay, I thought you were going to say something."

Tony Stark shook his head, feeling awkward, turned around, and stepped out the door, facing a hundred or so gun barrels.

Meanwhile, watching Tony Stark leave the house with a sigh, Carrot put down his wine glass and suddenly asked:
"So, how do you feel about seeing your enemy with your own eyes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a holographic projection slowly appeared from the monitor.

The sexy girl possessed a blend of sweetness and maturity, while the silver-haired boy beside her exuded a coldness that shone with hatred. A blue-haired girl also looked at the two of them with a hint of relief in her gaze.

"Don't shoot, I surrender!"

Despite his resolute departure, Tony Stark's trembling legs were clearly not so relaxed. The moment those guys saw him, they immediately raised their guns and formed a defensive formation.

Damn, right now I really want a suit of armor!

"do not move!"

Rocket launchers were set up, snipers were in position, assault teams were ready, and support teams were ordered to act. In the blink of an eye, dozens of firing positions were set up. Although the team of several hundred people was not large, it was a formidable network in the vast, uninhabited Gobi Desert.

"Luckily, boss! Target confirmed, it's Tony Stark, and he's still alive!"

With a hundred or so guns behind him, Boris Eifman's confidence swelled to its maximum, but he dared not be too careless in the face of that mysterious building, and gave the order:

"Put your hands behind your head, walk slowly away from that house!"

With his hands raised, Tony Stark slowly walked into the house. No shots were fired from inside the house until Stark was completely inside, which relieved the mercenaries.

After lying low for five years, these remnants of the Red Ribbon Army have become quite cautious. Apart from a few extremists, most of them no longer carry out terrorist attacks or care about the goal of world domination, because that's pure nonsense!
As Tony Stark stepped forward, he keenly noticed that each of these people had an R_R symbol on their bodies, which was extremely obvious!

Aren't they members of the Ten Commandments?
But they initially said the target was confirmed to be Tony Stark!
Good heavens, when did I become such a sought-after commodity? Why does everyone want to be with me??
"boom!!!!"

The next second, a gun butt slammed into his leg, followed by a knee to his abdomen, making him vomit bile and retching as he lay on the ground.
“唔呕！”

Enrique Elans kicked him and stepped on his arm, his expressionless eyes flashing with an inexplicable ruthlessness: "Oh, man, do you know that because of you, we've wasted two days in this desert!"

Tony Stark's face was covered in sand, and with his unshaven beard, he looked extremely disheveled.
"You're not from the Ten Commandments Gang, why?" *Bang!*

He kicked him in the face again, and Enrique's gun moved over Tony Stark's head, which was buried in the sand: "Shut up, you playboy!"

"Boss, something's wrong with him. He doesn't seem like someone who's been walking in the desert for two days."

"Then search that house. Someone might have treated him. We can't leave any survivors!"

Seeing that his target had been easily captured, Boris Eifman's vigilance dropped considerably. If the other party were strong, Stark wouldn't have needed to walk right up to them and walk into their trap.

Upon hearing this, Tony Stark panicked and frantically tried to get up from the ground: "No, there's nothing there!"

If he initially harbored a sliver of hope that the guy named Carrot might have some hidden trump card, now, seeing him beaten to a pulp and showing no sign of wanting to come out, he completely gave up.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was met with a merciless beating.

"You...bang...bang...you can't do this! I...bang...I have a bomb in my chest! If you dare to come in, I'll detonate it!"

Upon hearing this, Boris Eifman frowned, gave a signal, and the others immediately pinned Stark to the ground, tearing open his shirt to reveal the still-glowing Arc Reactor inside.

"Kren, Ham, cripple his limbs."

"Tim, Thomas, lead the team inside to search!"

After observing for a while, Boris Eifman issued the battle order, giving Stark a cold look.

Detonate it, and you can still do whatever you want with it.

No! You can't!!

Stark struggled desperately, but how could those people let him have his way? Just as they were about to smash his wrists, the door to the room was pushed open.
"Squeak."

Amidst countless gunshots and stares, Carrot strolled out leisurely. After finishing his meal and wiping his mouth with a tissue, he extended his hand in greeting.

"Oh, you're still alive."

Tony Stark looked like he'd seen a ghost, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Come on, buddy, are you just naturally dense??"

"What are you doing out here at this time? Are you looking to die?"

Tony Stark's roar was filled with a tone that seemed to say, "How can a kid with this level of intelligence be a CEO?"

But what he didn't know was that Carrot's words weren't directed at him, but at the Red Ribbon Army in front of him.

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