Huff!
Huff!
Stark, buried in the sand, suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.
Just when that feeling of suffocation became so intense that he could no longer bear it.
Bang!~
With a sound, Stark, full of strength, sat up from the sand that had buried him.
The hidden injuries that had remained in his body since the shell explosion a few months ago, and the fatal injuries from falling from the sky with only one breath left, all vanished like illusory smoke.
Except for the Arc Reactor embedded in his chest which was not taken out, and the shrapnel that was still stuck in his chest, he now felt as if he had endless strength, as if he could flip over a car with his bare hands.
In any case, that feeling of being on the verge of death and suffering from all kinds of pain before being fed the medicine was gone.
His spirit was several times more vibrant than ordinary people.
Now, apart from his still smoky, dishevelled appearance and tattered clothes, Stark’s energy was like a football quarterback about to take the field, or Captain America just climbing out of the iron can.
That overflowing energy was almost about to break through his skin and blind Anna, who was standing nearby.
However, the effect of the Heart-Shaped Herb on Stark was just that.
After healing his wounds, if he still wanted to be like Black Panther and trade blows with Captain America barehanded…
That was out of the question.
So now, after drinking the Heart-Shaped Herb potion, Stark had basically only healed his injuries, but he hadn’t gained any other Superpowers at all.
Because the reason Wakanda produced super soldiers like Black Panther generation after generation.
Was a combination of their royal bloodline chosen by the Goddess in ancient times.
Vibranium meteorite radiation.
And the guidance and personal operation of Bast.
It was under the combination of these three conditions that every generation of Black Panther warriors was created.
To become a super soldier like Black Panther, none of these things could be missing.
And the fact that Stark didn’t get poisoned to death after eating Heart-Shaped Herb like other black people was already because Bast had shown mercy on him for being the protagonist, and the fact that this portion of Heart-Shaped Herb potion he drank was a special limited edition Anna got from Wakanda.
And seeing Stark’s injuries gone, crawling out of the sand with a whoosh.
Anna, the 6-year-old brat who had already set up a small stall next to Stark, ready to do business, pressed down hard on the big loudspeaker on the stall…
So immediately, the first thing after Stark woke up.
Over this small desert in Afghanistan.
The shouting rang out.
“Spinach!
Spinach!!”
“Spinach for sale!!!!”
“Spinach!!
(Voice crack)”
“Spinach, Spinach.~~”
“Bang!”
Although he didn’t know what was being shouted in that loudspeaker, Tony hadn’t learned Chinese yet.
The magical big loudspeaker, which made people want to tap their feet, was finally slapped off by Tony, who was almost shaking his legs along with it.
Of course, after turning off the big loudspeaker.
It finally freed him from the brainwashing loop and intelligence-lowering attack conducted by the mysterious language of a certain Eastern power in the loudspeaker.
Then Tony and Anna.
The big one and the small one, started staring at each other across a small cloth mat in the desert.
“Uh!~ This Mr.
Stark…”
Anna, who was defeated in the staring contest, had to use her 6-year-old tender face to put on a cautious expression like a little hamster.
Then, like a little girl selling matches in the snow, she secretly greeted her big customer: “Do you need to buy anything?”
Can’t help it.
The wealthy dog has plenty of money.
And the customer is God!
Anna, this little brat, is at least doing business now, so before the gods take out their money and nail them to the cross…
she, as a conscientious merchant, can only patiently give way to these willful guys.
“Where is your family?
Did someone bring you here?”
Facing the little girl standing in front of him who looked like she grew up in a standard American redneck family, Stark rarely put away his curiosity about having just ‘been’ fed a bag of Heart-Shaped Herb juice, as well as his nature as a researcher.
And he tried hard to put on a gentle tone in front of Anna, not wanting to scare the child, and asked little Anna, “It’s very dangerous here, do you want to go back with me?…”
Although he tried his best to slow down his tone in front of the 6-year-old girl, and the question sounded like it was asked inadvertently~
But in fact, Stark was panicking inside.
Because he knew this place was very dangerous.
It was only a straight-line distance of seven or eight kilometers from the valley where he escaped.
If those Terrorists discovered him and this American little girl lingering here, they could jump into a pickup truck and chase them down in minutes.
And now, he didn’t have any Mark 1 Armor or anything in his hands that he could use to escape.
But he still had to be patient, pretending to be amiable and not scare her, while asking a little girl in the desert questions…
You can tell how anxious Stark was inside.
And in Stark’s subconscious, a pink and tender little girl who looked only 5 or 6 years old standing in front of you, it was absolutely impossible for her to have run to a dangerous desert in Afghanistan by herself…
So there must be some family member or someone who brought her here nearby.
Now the most important thing naturally became asking the little girl where the person who brought her here was, and then everyone could escape together.
Anything else, in Stark’s mind, could wait until everyone was out of danger, or after returning to the United States with him.
Since this cute little girl forcefully fed him a bag of unknown medicinal juice, which indirectly saved his life.
Then he had to be responsible for the safety of this little guy to the end.