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  Chapter 7 Welcome to Afghanistan

At eight o'clock in the morning, when the alarm clock went off, Colonel Rhodes had changed into his stiff uniform, his military cap was upright, his tie was meticulous, and even his shoes were spotlessly polished. Then he was like a tower. Standing at the door of Tony Stark’s private jet—a modified Boeing 737_800.

When the time pointed to a quarter past eight, Colonel Rhodes looked at the deserted airport runway and instantly understood that he, once again, was released by Tony Stark, er, it didn’t count, after all, they went there this time. Afghanistan came by Stark’s plane, so strictly speaking, this is not a pigeon release. When he thought of this, Colonel Rhodes suddenly felt that his life was sad. The world was full of discrimination against dogs. He decided Yes, and waited until Stark arrived and didn't talk to him for five minutes.

  When the time changed to nine o'clock, Rhodes decided not to talk to Stark for half an hour.

  When the pointer freezes at ten o'clock in the morning, Rhodes decides that in the next second, as long as Stark appears, he can call him Dad.

  As for calling the other party to urge the other party? Rhodes said hehe, Tony Stark will only choose to answer when he wants to answer the phone. If he doesn't want to answer, then it doesn't matter how many calls you make.

  Rhodes waited until eleven o’clock, the stewardess had already delivered lunch on the plane, and Tony Stark, who had been fighting with the beauty all night and repairing the car for a whole morning, drove his sports car to the airport leisurely.

   "You came really early!" Rhodes finally broke his vow and took the initiative to speak to Stark.

   "An Xin, brother, this plane is very fast, as long as you sleep, we will be in Afghanistan!"

   "I have already slept!"

   "Then have two glasses, come on, don't be shy, hurry up, girls, get music and wine!" Starkla ran past Rhodes and ran into the plane.

   "No, no, no, today is an official business, you can't touch a drop of wine!" Rhodes tried to break away.

"Not negotiable?"

"no!"

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Five minutes later, Rhodes, who unbuttoned his shirt, was holding a wine glass and Stark. You came and I pushed the glass to change. It was so happy, the world’s best music even passed through the thick glass to the outside of the cabin, even The flight attendants serving them also lifted their skirts and danced with their small waists.

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  When Stark flew to the Middle East, Stark Industries was in a mineral exploration camp in Afghanistan. More than a dozen domineering heavy-duty apc armored vehicles swept through bursts of wild sand and then steadily parked in the center of the camp.

"Get out of the car! Fast!" Arthur Morgan, wearing a sand-colored combat uniform, jumped out of the car, smashed his right fist on the body of the armored car twice, and then another four or five people jumped out from the rear hatch of the armored car. Dressed up armed soldiers.

   "Who is in charge?" Behind Arthur, a soldier with a big beard shouted at the crowd that came by Stark Industries.

   "I am, are you here to deliver?" A tall black man walked out of the crowd. His upper body was wearing a white vest, his dark skin gleaming in the sun.

   "Yes, the weapons you want!" Arthur pointed to the armored car behind him, and then dozens of huge weapon boxes were carried out of the armored car by these soldiers.

"A thousand rifles, sixty rocket launchers, grenades, and bullets are all desert-specialized versions. You can bury them in the sand for a day and you can use them again! It is too urgent for you to urge them. Some of these weapons They are in stock, and others are for our own use, so they look a bit old, but the quality is absolutely okay! Also according to your requirements, we have removed the fingerprint identification device and the iff identification friend or friend system, let’s check it!"

   "No way, this is what the boss requested, but it's great for you to get everything together in a day!" The black man opened a box, took a weapon painted in desert color and looked at it, then nodded in satisfaction.

  "Very good. Compared with your giants, our weapons are like expensive artworks, not murderous weapons!"

   "That's the big guy you haven't seen us!" Arthur kicked the box with his foot.

   "Okay, the goods are delivered, we are goodbye!"

   "Walk slowly!" After the Giants convoy left, the black man asked his subordinates to carry the weapon into the warehouse while taking out the mobile phone.

   "Sir, it's me, Hamas, the weapon you want has arrived. Is it the same as the old one?"

  "Yes, it's not worth it. I spent three times the price. You took a few people into the car and pulled the arms up to the mountain for a round, understand?"

   "Okay, sir!"

  After hanging up, Obadea looked at the photo of him and Stark on the table, a trace of struggle flashed across his face, and finally he took a deep breath and made a decision.

   "Mr. Hamel, I have all the goods you want. You will see him on the gps, but I have one more request!"

   "Of course, Mr. Obadiah, we are friends, so please do not hesitate to give orders!" A middle-aged man with a heavy accent came over the phone.

   "Kill Tony Stark!"

  "Tony Stark?" The voice on the other end of the phone paused, "No problem!"

"Goodbye then, friend!" After speaking, Obadea hung up the phone. After a while, the computer screen in front of him showed that he had transferred another large sum of funds to his offshore account in the Cayman Islands. .

   "Tony, Tony, don't worry, I will carry forward the Stark industry!" Obadiah said, and a few tears came out.

  On the other side, the Middle Eastern terrorists that Obadea contacted are also muttering at the moment, Aren’t Obadea and Stark very close uncles and nephews, why did he kill him?

  Even the terrorist boss is muttering, Isn’t Tony Stark America’s most powerful arms dealer? Is it wasteful to kill him? The purpose of our Ten Commandments Group is to dominate the Middle East. How about kidnapping him to make weapons?

  As soon as this idea came out, it was out of control. The boss thought carefully for half an hour and found that this plan was really feasible.

   "Abdullah, pack up, let's go to the city!" The terrorist leader took his attention, and immediately called out a more clever fellow of his own.

   "Head, why are we going to the city? Those Americans and their lackeys are offering us a reward!" A thin, thin man was puzzled.

  "Let’s dig for treasure! Remember to take that tablet!"

   "Treasure? How about bringing a few more brothers?"

   "No, we are just going to investigate!"

  (End of this chapter)