Pokémon Invasion Marvel

"yawn--"

"Then show me the way, I want to rest first, I feel uncomfortable if I don't lie down."

Emerson yawned lazily, and lay down on the hunting bone and horn crown, using his hands as pillows, in a sleeping position.

"Ok."

Alyssa glanced at the mad dog who had nothing to say, then at Emerson who was paralyzed in front of him, and reluctantly agreed.

With a smile on his face, but roaring in his heart.

MMP!

My wife is also very tired, okay?

Don't you know Ms. Courtesy!

It's a pity that the two guys in front of her have absolutely no intention of pity.

She didn't dare to resist, nor did she dare to express her disgust.

Alyssa has already decided to leave these two bastards as soon as she gets the elf!

What Alyssa didn't know was that when she was planning a better future in her heart.

The mad dog standing behind her raised his eyes and gave her a slight look, his eyes were full of sympathy.

As a mad dog who has been there, he knows very well that as long as he takes Emerson's elf, he will be considered as his trap.

Just like him, the elf got it, but can he get away from Emerson?

can!

But the consequence of leaving is that the elf training resources are gone, and the elf training route has to be explored by oneself.

This simply makes you willingly work your life for him, and even rush to beg him.

Monopoly!

Thinking of this series of things, these three words popped up in Mad Dog's heart instantly.

Emerson seems to have strangled the source of everything. All things related to elves must be obtained from him, and there is no other way.

Emerson, who fell asleep peacefully under the sea breeze, did not know that an old friend was talking about him at this time.

In the crude and dilapidated underground cave, Tony Stark, who was seriously injured, was chanting Emerson's name.

This was already the third day of his captivity. With the help of Dr. Ethan, his sanity had completely recovered, and even his body began to improve.

It's just that Tony knows very well that this is just an illusion on the surface.

In fact, his body was irreparably deteriorating.

The blood hole in his chest reminded him of the actual condition of his body all the time.

His heart has been stabbed by the exploding shrapnel, so he can still continue to breathe.

It is all due to Dr. Ethan's super medical skills, but this is also drinking poison to quench thirst, and it can only be supported for a short time.

That's why he kept chanting Emerson's name.

Tony is thinking now, if he didn't take his own face into account before, trying to reconcile with Emerson, or even get closer.

At this time, does he already have his own elf?

Mastering that kind of powerful creature, he will definitely not fall into this end.

In fact, Tony Stark was just a momentary thought. He knew that his previous self would never bow his head.

The person who can make him bow his head has not yet been born!

His current thoughts were just brought about by a moment of weakness.

By the time it's out of the woods, the playboy who was once will indeed be gone.

But only Emerson knows that a brand new Tony Stark will appear.

A man of steel, equal to a god!

The half-life honor will be Yang Fan at this moment!

A responsibility is also cast here!

But his mind wandered, and Tony began to think about the attack on him again.

This is really unusual. The timing and method of the terrorist attack are all too coincidental.

His itinerary for this trip is completely confidential, and after arriving here, he even decides the time of the trip temporarily.

What's more, he always carries an arsenal of weapons with him, giving him time to react, he can fight a defensive battle alone.

With the assistance of Jarvis, he can deal with the terrorists alone.

But terrorists are like prophets, not only knowing his course of action, but also clearly knowing where the weapons he carries are placed.

Tony thought back carefully and found that the terrorists used rockets to destroy his armored vehicle loaded with weapons as soon as they started.

This was such a coincidence that it had to make him suspicious.

And the phone call he got before the attack, the phone call from the person closest to him.

Thinking of this, Tony's expression gradually calmed down, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Hope, all this is not your doing!

"Hey, Tony, how are you feeling today?"

The voice of concern came, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

It was his cellmate, Dr. Ethan.

Dr. Ethan looked at Tony's chest, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and asked about his situation.

He knew that if no miracle happened, his inmate and patient would not last long.

The conditions here are crude, and even medicines are only used for trauma.

He was able to temporarily save Tony's life with this condition, and he had done his best.

"I'm much better now, I'm Tony Stark, how can this little problem bring me down!"

Tony forced himself to sit up, as if he had recovered.

He is well aware of his situation, but this man's pride prevents him from being weak.

"Now that it's done, Mr. Stark, it's time to show your value."

Just after Tony finished speaking, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

Only then did Tony notice that there were other people in the cell.

"What's your purpose in bringing me here?"

Just by glancing at the other party's attire, Tony had already guessed the other party's identity.

"Mr. Stark, you are still as proud as ever."

This is a bald man, wearing a tight combat uniform, it is difficult to see his figure, but his tall figure cannot be concealed.

While speaking, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed at Tony's forehead.

Chapter 90 State Your Purpose

"Stop this trick and tell me why you're here."

Tony looked at the stranger coldly, and said unceremoniously.

When he was just captured, his consciousness had not been completely lost.

He also remembered that terrorists had videotaped his abduction.

None of the people present at that time could speak English, and this man seemed to be behind the scenes.

"I think during this time, our temporary military doctor should have told you something."

The bald man glanced at it, and Dr. Ethan, who was standing beside him, sat down on a box by himself.

The burrow where Tony was held was too crude, and if he didn't want to sit on the ground, then this box was his only choice.

"Don't be so hostile to me, you know, we are Stark Group, the biggest customer."

Seeing that Tony didn't intend to strike up a conversation, the man could only continue talking, and made an exaggerated expression while speaking, as if he was talking about something big.

Tony's expression became serious. Instead of asking the bald man, he turned his attention to Dr. Ethan beside him.

"That's right, the biggest supplier of terrorists is you, Mr. Stark."

Ethan obviously knew about this, and answered Tony's doubts with certainty.

Tony's heart sank. As a weapons dealer, he certainly didn't feel heavy because of whom the weapons were sold to.

But as the head of the Stark Group, he didn't even know about it at all.

If this terrorist hadn't spoken out, he might never have known.

Thinking of this, Tony, who was already insecure, instantly felt a chill sweep over his body.

It is hard for him to imagine what kind of results will be brewed if this continues to develop.

But he knew that he definitely didn't want to see it!

"Tell me your purpose."

Tony didn't want to make any more detours, and asked the bald man's purpose directly.

"I want you to help us create the missile you just experimented with."

The bald man leaned forward, put his face in front of Tony, stared into his eyes, and said word by word.

"In this environment, it's hard for me to imagine how long it will take you to gather the materials I need?"

Tony didn't answer whether he would make this missile for him, but pointed around and said sarcastically.

"It seems that Mr. Stark still doesn't know enough about our strength?"

The bald man couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing Tony's words, as if he heard an extremely funny joke.

"Take our guests and go outside to have a look."

Smiling and clapping his hands, he called a few big men to come in, and motioned them to take Tony to see if they had the strength.

Pushing and shoving, Tony held the battery box that kept him alive and was brought to the entrance of the cave.

The dazzling sunlight was blocked by his subconscious expertise. He had been in the dark cave for too long, and it was difficult for him to adapt for a while.

However, the terrorists around him didn't intend to take care of him at all, and pushed him out of the cave directly.

Tony, who was staggering, almost fell to the ground because of the battery in his arms.

Fortunately, Dr. Ethan, who was beside him, had quick eyesight and quick hands, supported him and helped him stand still.

"Don't make random moves. If they think you are a threat, they will shoot directly."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ethan leaned close to Tony's ear and quickly reminded him.

While adapting to the long-lost sunshine, Tony silently nodded in Ethan's direction, which meant he knew.

He accepted Ethan's kindness, but his awkward personality prevented him from expressing his thanks.

Just as Tony was adjusting to the sun, the terrorist beside him suddenly said a word to him.

"?"

But Tony couldn't understand a word of this local language.

In doubt, it was Dr. Ethan who helped him out.

"He said that what you are looking for is right in front of you, the most famous murderer in American history."

"What? A murderous maniac?"

Tony was really shocked, when did he have such a nickname.

"Yes, it is indeed you."

Dr. Ethan's tone changed, but he answered his question anyway.

As he walked, Tony slowly adjusted to the sun's rays and was able to open his eyes.