Taylor's evaluation of Iron Man Tony Stark is extremely two-sided. Before he underwent a true transformation, this guy was undoubtedly a bastard with a slightly kind heart.
After becoming Iron Man, this guy turned into a very kind and sharp-tongued jerk.
He is really thick-skinned and his mouth really stinks, but he is undoubtedly kind to his friends from the bottom of his heart, and the snap of his fingers at the end also showed his vision and sense of responsibility.
Taylor wanted to try to let this technological genius combine technology with the path of wizards to see if he could find a more powerful and newer path, and at the same time cultivate strong people as his backup force.
Even Taylor had already thought about teaching Mr. Iron Man the basic knowledge of wizards and then throwing him to Master Ancient One.
Anyway, letting go of one sheep is the same as letting go of two sheep. If Strange can become the Sorcerer Supreme, then Tony Stark can do it too.
I have gained a talented friend, a reliable friend and a mobile knowledge base and source of inspiration, and Master Ancient One has also cultivated an additional reserve Supreme Mage as he wished. Isn't this a win-win situation?
But now Taylor didn't want to run to the desert to save the future Iron Man. In communicating with such a high-IQ genius, he had to have the upper hand from the beginning. If he approached him eagerly and really saved his life, in the subsequent communication, he might become the one who needed the other party's help, and would be constrained everywhere.
How to choose a suitable time?
Snap! Taylor snapped his fingers casually, and a masked and cold figure with two short sticks on his waist appeared out of nowhere and placed the relationship information in front of Taylor.
The information that was just on the table now seemed to come alive and flew in front of Taylor, unfolding one page at a time. The words slowly moved, arranging in Taylor's favorite way of reading, and became a relationship diagram with Kano as the center of the tree structure.
Hiss~~~~ It would have been better if he hadn't seen it. As soon as Taylor saw it, he was instantly shocked by Kano's management in this plane. My goodness, how many hidden players did this guy arrange in how many forces, how many governments, and how many countries' departments?
From small gang leaders to the Secretary of the World Security Council, except for the top political and power leaders, all institutions, from top to bottom, have Kano's hidden agents.
Like S.H.I.E.L.D., the IRS, the police department, government agencies, work departments, big gangs, small gangs, various industries, various industries, various big and small gangs, various killer organizations...
Taylor now understood why when he called Kano back, Kano said that if he was given more time, he would be able to hold the entire power pyramid in his hands.
Kano's way of controlling his subordinates is simple and crude. To put it bluntly, it is to implant memories, wash memories, wash away self-consciousness, and piece together a brand new consciousness. The powerful mental power, plus the illusion rays of the Spider Eye, are enough for Kano to weave a newer self-cognition for these people, a seamless self-cognition.
It's just that these hidden men controlled by Kano are all deputies of various institutions and do not occupy the top positions, but in Taylor's opinion, this is enough.
"Get me another copy of the intelligence on what the forces in the desert are doing recently, and give me the latest intelligence on the military, SHIELD, and Hydra."
Taylor, who was reading the relationship network, said casually, and then from the shadows behind him, a charming figure came out with the sorted information and put it next to Taylor.
The information was a little wrinkled, and it was obvious that it was just picked up, and the order was a little messy and not well organized, but Taylor didn't care about it. After reading the information carefully, he immediately found that the military would have a big event recently, and this event was exactly what he could use to plan.
Capture the Hulk.
That big guy is a very interesting existence. If it is really according to the setting, the angrier he is, the higher his power will be, and there is almost no upper limit. So there must be something extraordinary hidden deep in his blood.
The irrationality of Hulk is just like Gwen's ability. An ordinary spider can raise the life level of a person by biting him. Why is the spider itself not stronger when the effect is so strong? And Gwen's transformation is so great, where does the energy come from? Did she appear out of thin air? Taylor accepted Gwen to study her ability. In his opinion, the spider is just a medium. The real origin is probably not simple. Gwen's ability is just like Hulk's transformation. It is a change that completely violates the law of energy. There must be something else behind it.
Looking at the intelligence that a certain armed force had imprisoned the future Mr. Iron Man in a cave, and then looking at the intelligence that the military had recently grasped the Hulk's whereabouts and was preparing to capture him, Taylor put the two pieces of information together and pondered them carefully.
Taylor knew very well what kind of people the so-called lighthouse military in this dimension were. To put it bluntly, they were courting death and no one knew how it would end.
The city where he is located will soon become a battlefield where the Hulk fights another shit-yellow giant. He will definitely take action at that time, but even if he takes action, he must maximize the benefits gained from the action and achieve the effect of killing three birds with one stone.
This is when he needs to think carefully.
Robbers, Hydra, SHIELD, the military, the future Iron Man...
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While the wise Wizard Taylor was thinking, the protagonist of this incident, the poor playboy, the future Iron Man Mr. Tony Stark, was lying unconscious on an iron plate with two wires and an electromagnet connected to his chest.
“Hmm…”
The severe pain in his head, the conversation he had just had with the young soldier, and the missile with Stark Industries printed on it that finally appeared in front of him kept echoing in Tony's mind. After repeated torture, Tony finally slowly opened his bloodshot and dull eyes.
An imperceptible groan was heard, and Tony stood up and looked around with lifeless eyes. It seemed to be pitch black all around, with an iron door and a pile of junks, and... and these things seemed to belong to their house.
What on earth was going on? Tony, who was completely confused, suddenly came to his senses. He looked at his aching chest, gradually opened his mouth, and let out a terrified scream.
"What on earth is going on? What on earth is wrong with me? Where on earth am I?!!!"
Tony sat up from a large iron plate and looked around. Now he saw more clearly that this place was actually a prison cell! "If I were you, I wouldn't choose to move around at this time."
A plain voice suddenly sounded. Tony turned around abruptly and saw a bearded figure who looked like a savage squatting in the corner, staring at the ground silently.
Tony was not an ordinary person after all. He quickly calmed down, lowered his head to look at his chest with a hole in it and his heart that was emitting faint pain. Then he looked at the simple electromagnet structure and two wires that penetrated deep into his chest. He understood instantly.
The shrapnel from the bomb exploded into his chest, and now the electromagnet exists to sustain his life.
What on earth is going on? I just came here to demonstrate the new missiles, why am I so unlucky! Tony sat there alone, wanting to cry but unable to. He was just an ordinary arms dealer, a self-righteous playboy, a technological genius and a philanthropist, and he was suddenly blown up.
When he opened his eyes, he was thrown into a strange cell, full of junk and a hairy savage.
Tony frowned and called out to the only person he could communicate with in this small space.
"Damn it, I don't know who put it on me. Now my chest hurts a little bit... You're covered in hair now, do you want to keep a monkey as your companion in the future?"
Ethan, who was sitting in the corner, raised his head, looked at the grinning Tony calmly and spoke.
"I installed that electromagnet for you. To be more precise, I saved your life. And your mouth still stinks, just like you rejected me at that time."
Huh? Tony didn't expect that this wild man squatting at the foot of the wall had actually wanted to see him before, and now he was hanging on to his life. For a moment, he felt a little embarrassed, mumbling, not knowing what to say.
Fortunately, Ethan is a very kind person after all. Seeing that Tony didn't say anything, he said to himself: "These people tied you up so that you can make them the missiles you just demonstrated to the military."
What? How is this possible? Aren't our Stark Industries weapons used only to maintain peace? Ethan's words startled Tony. He stepped back and said in disbelief.
"Uncle Obadiah mentioned to me that all the weapons produced by our industry are used to maintain peace."
Hearing Tony's words of disbelief, Ethan laughed sarcastically and pointed specifically at Tony's dark chest.
"The means your industry uses to maintain peace are quite transparent."
Tony: ………
In the darkness, Tony, with a big hole in his chest, clenched his fists. At this moment, he seemed to realize that he seemed to have been deceived by that kind uncle. The weapons produced by their industry were not used to maintain peace.
The philanthropist he used to boast about to the world now seems a little ridiculous.
"In fact, I can see that you are a bit talkative, and you like to show off a bit in front of the media. You do like to sleep with all kinds of cover girls, but I know that you are not a bad person. You are just a little stupid when it comes to social skills."
Ethan, squatting in the corner like a savage, shrugged and comforted him, but after hearing these words, Tony felt even more uncomfortable. What does it mean to be a little stupid in terms of human relationships and love to show off and sleep...
Such a direct way of comfort almost made Tony choke on his breath. He coughed violently twice, and his already pale face became even paler, looking like a frozen corpse just pulled out of an ice coffin.
Tony finally caught his breath and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"Has anyone ever mentioned to you that the way you talk is really unpleasant?"
"No."
Ethan added expressionlessly: "You could have mentioned it to me, but you didn't see me."
"you!"
Tony pointed at Ethan angrily, his pale lips trembling for a long time, not knowing what to say.
"You'd better take a rest. Those guys will come in and beat you up again. Believe me, they will definitely do that to you. They don't care how rich or talented you are."
Listening to Ethan's friendly advice, Tony said disdainfully: "Haha, do you think a genius like me can be beaten so easily? To tell you the truth, I have also practiced for a period of time. My driver Happy is a very strong fighting master."
As he spoke, Tony clenched his fists, as if to show that he was very combative and could still defeat the opponent even with a hole in his chest.
Oh…………
Ethan grinned. He had just extended the other person's life. How could he not understand what the other person's situation was now?
Just being stubborn.
Two hours later
Tony, who was beaten black and blue, obediently swung the hammer and hit a special iron plate again and again.
As soon as the kidnappers appeared, our brave playboy punched them hard. After his arm was slapped away, he slapped the genius to the ground. After the brutal kidnappers stepped on him, the genius honestly recognized the problem of his fighting ability and started to work.
Even now, our great cross-century genius is still mumbling about his poor health and bullying the elderly, the young and the disabled.
"I told you that you are just being stubborn. I cured you and I am keeping you alive. How could I not know what you are like?"
Ethan said with a smile, and there was a sense of humor in his laughter.
"Just have a good laugh, I'll let you know what genius fighting power is later."
"Oh."
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Hydra Underground Base
"Are you sure that the famous scientific genius is imprisoned there now?"
The person in charge of this underground base stared at his adjutant and said in a deep voice.
The adjutant held his head high at this moment, as if he was ready to go through fire and water for Hydra, and said enthusiastically:
"Yes, my men have discovered where the genius Tony Stark is being held. He is now in a cave, being forced to manufacture missiles."
Manufacturing missiles? The head of the base was stunned when he heard this. Manufacturing missiles? Such a genius is making missiles with his hands.
What kind of materials can be produced in such a desert-like environment? Without even the most basic instruments, they asked people to rub missiles by hand. This is really something that a bunch of country bumpkins can do.
The person in charge shook his head and said, "What a bunch of idiots. Such geniuses can do anything better than rubbing missiles. Only when they are in the hands of Hydra can they shine with their own light."
The adjutant nodded vigorously.
"Since this genius has nominally disappeared, and society also believes that this genius is dead, let him die completely. Come to our Hydra with a brand new identity and continue to play his role. No one can resist us."
"So what should we do next?"
"Let's bring that genius back first."
Ten thousand words in ten days has been achieved, dear readers, the next step is six thousand words a day, two chapters a day, three thousand words a chapter. Recently, in order to write ten thousand words, there have been some problems with the plot, and now I have to calm down and sort it out. Thank you for your support, dear readers . (End of this chapter)