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Chapter 39 I really didn't want to save Stark
High above the ocean.

Hard and noisy plane.

Martin hugged his package, thinking about one question: How did I get on the plane?
Why are you going to rescue Stark?
Martin initially refused and even hung up on General Ross.

But then the old general brought a CIA agent with an unsigned investigation order, and Martin began to hesitate.

Considering that Betty was close to success in developing the "vitality potion" with Stark's serum, but without the original serum, Martin felt that it was not unacceptable for him to take a flight to the Middle East.

Then he was pulled to the airport and sat here.

Bronski also thoughtfully prepared an "expedition package" for him.

It is said that there is a full set of combat uniforms and weapons inside.

Martin now regards his big package as a pillow, drowsy, and deliberately ignores the old bald CIA next to him.

He now knew that the old bald man was simply tricked by General Ross.

They just planned to ask him, a military supplier, for routine questioning, but General Ross explained it as a "criminal investigation."

Martin's status as a military supplier originally made the CIA wary, but when he came to General Ross, he "fell into trouble" instead.

In the end, not only did Martin get trapped on the plane, but also the old bald man who was enjoying his retirement in his home country was also tricked into the Middle East.

There were not many people on the plane, but the only ones who were depressed were Martin and the old bald man.

The old bald man was called Bob, but Martin refused to call him by his name, which was false anyway.

After the plane took off, Bronski gave a brief pre-battle speech to his team members, which made a group of green and fat team members who were already prone to lose control of their emotions scream with excitement like chicken blood.

To this day, amidst the hum of the plane, they are still talking loudly about how to beat the crap out of those terrorists.

Martin was tired of listening, and had already hid far away. After a good night's sleep, he began to calculate how much the stock he bought before he came would rise.

Seeing that Martin was no longer drowsy, Bob from the CIA leaned over and asked, "Will Stark Industries really go up?"

Martin glanced at him. "Or you have no confidence in saving Stark?"

Bob scratched his shiny bald head: "We have experienced this kind of rescue many times, and the death rate is very high. If we rescue Stark, but it is only a corpse, I am afraid that the stock price will fall, right?"

Martin looked him up and down: "You don't care about tomorrow's actions, why are you always thinking about stocks? You can buy stocks casually as a secret agent?"

Bob shrugged: "Of course, it's just that you have to report it after buying it, and it's easy to be investigated, but it doesn't matter to me. I'll retire in two years. Why do I care so much? As long as it's not treason, I There is a way to get a pension.”

Martin nodded. At first he thought this guy had a slender face and a shaved bald head, but now he looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

"I'm just thinking about Tony's condition. He must be alive, but he doesn't necessarily want us to rescue him now. Maybe we should delay for a few days, understand?"

Martin looked at the old bald man in doubt, and spread his hands: "People who want to save face are like this. He must have planned to run out by himself. If we go, he will feel that we interrupted his plan and make him look very embarrassed. Look It looks like he's incompetent, but of course he's pretty much the same, he's just a pompous stupid playboy now."

Until becoming Iron Man.

Bob glanced at Martin strangely: "I've seen Tony Stark, he did act like he always wanted to be beaten up, but you seem to be more confident than him, you can be sure that when you want to find Mr. Stark You can find it? This is no joke."

Martin pouted helplessly, and raised his chin to the back of the cabin: "This is not something we should consider, you know? Those guys will do the job well, faster than you expected, and faster than I hoped .”

He guessed that Stark was hitting iron with a hammer at this time.

It was supposed to be missing for three months, but now it is less than one month.

Maybe the big shit of genius can get the headlight out of his own chest?

Martin has never wanted to change the original plot, especially after the green fat incident last time.

If you can't predict the development of important events, you can't ensure the safety of yourself and Betty.

But I didn't expect that I couldn't hide myself.

Still sat on the plane to save Stark.

After listening to Martin's words, Agent Bob turned his head and glanced at the still excited special forces: "I understand what you mean, although I haven't seen them fight, but I have some information in my hand, it is said that their combat capabilities have reached The pinnacle of human soldiers, perhaps even surpassing Captain America's Roaring Commandos during World War II..."

As he said that, Bob began to scratch his head again: "Their participation in the battle in the Middle East means that the balance there has been broken. Even if we have an absolute advantage, breaking the balance is not a good thing."

Martin looked at Bob's movements amusedly: "Dude, do you scratch your head when you're worried? I guess that's how you lose your hair."

Bob smiled bitterly: "I haven't encountered such a thing that made me scratch my head for several years. The CIA has a lot of arrangements over there, some of which I don't know. Now it may suddenly be disrupted. What do you think I can do?"

"Cold salad!"

Martin said something Bob didn't understand, and said, "When you find out that your CIA people are there to control terrorists, smuggle arms, and traffic people, what do you think you can do?"

Bob said with a serious face: "Dude, don't spread rumors, don't believe rumors, don't spread rumors, the plots that smear us on TV and movies are all lies."

Martin patted the other person on the shoulder, and said with a look of "it's not easy for you", "I understand, it seems to be true."

Bob rolled his eyes and began to shut himself off.

It was drowsy again, and this time even the excited green fat team quieted down.

A flight of ten hours.

When we arrived at the US military base in the Middle East, it was still afternoon and the sun was shining brightly.

Martin squinted his eyes and looked at the vast blue sky, a little dazed.

"What time is it? I should sleep first."

Bob from the CIA is changing his suit and putting on a combat uniform of sand camouflage, checking his guns and ammunition like a soldier, "I think you should change your clothes as soon as possible like me."

Martin looked at Bronski following the old bald man's gaze. This guy is... asking for a fight? !

You old boy is going to die!

Call for a fight as soon as you get off the plane. Wouldn't it be nice to sit down, drink some water and eat something, not to mention the jet lag first? !
Isn't the base steak delicious!
Martin was so angry that his liver hurt, but it was not easy to stop it. It would be troublesome if people misunderstood that he didn't want to save Stark.

Shi Dake's own thoughts don't matter, but being recorded by the CIA and becoming a suspicious point is disgusting.

"Shit! They will go to the battlefield as soon as they come, are they crazy!"

Although Martin was complaining, he quickly took off his jacket and jeans.

Since he was going to the battlefield, it was impossible not to change his clothes. If he was dressed in casual clothes among a group of soldiers, he would definitely be taken care of as a "valuable target".

However, after changing his outfit, Martin still found something wrong. He was wearing the uniform and equipment of an ordinary soldier, and there was no pendant on his helmet, while the members of the Green Fat Squad and even Bob were wearing special combat uniforms.

Especially for the ten little green fat people who can transform, some structures on the combat uniforms can obviously "expand".

"Why is mine different?"

Martin glanced gloomily at the fat green squad that was ready to go, "This makes me look like a soldier."

After communicating with the base commander, Blonski heard Martin's complaint and ran over with a smile, "Dude, there is no way, the general prepared it for you, and I wanted to give you my spare combat uniform, but the general didn't allow it. "

The old man had already thought of it!
He did it on purpose!
Dead stubborn donkey, you wait!

Martin glanced back at Bob.

Bob helped his helmet, which was still ill-fitting, and smiled at him: "I'm an old guy who is about to retire, so I can't be allowed to go to the battlefield in such obvious clothes."

Martin patted his tactical vest, and said coldly, "Someone go and ask me for two bulletproof splints."

Bronski volunteered: "I'll go, I have to coordinate military vehicles with the commander, he probably didn't expect us to act so soon, don't worry, it will be done soon!"

There is a high-spirited fighting spirit in the tone.

Martin stared at the back of Bronski's receding head, wishing a pistol could hit it.

It's not good if it gets better soon!
No wonder you are called an abomination, an abomination!
(End of this chapter)