“Earth-199999 Marvel Universe, Earth, a desert in the Middle East, inside a huge cave..
“I’m telling you, you’re just wasting your time.
There are more than a hundred guards here, and every single one of them is fully armed.
They’ve got everything from daggers and pistols to explosives and missiles.
If they threw everything they had at once, blowing up an entire district of New York wouldn’t even be a problem.
And you still think you can escape from here?!”
Through the small window in the iron door, Jones looked at the dejected man inside with a faint smile on his face, his entire body exuding a lazy air.
“Is that so?!” Hearing Jones’s words, the man who appeared to be imprisoned inside not only failed to get angry, but seemed to regain some of his spirit instead.
He raised his voice and said, “You make it sound so impressive.
Is that because you’re one of those hundreds of guards?!”
After saying this, the man paused briefly before continuing, “But if I’m not mistaken, you should have the lowest status among all those guards, right?
…That’s why they sent you here…
to watch over the prison!?”
“You call this room they’re keeping you in a prison?!” Hearing the man’s words, Jones gave a wicked grin and continued, “So, does that mean you’re just a convict doing forced labor now?”
At that, the smile on Jones’s face grew even wider.
“In other words, I’m the prison guard.
Seems my status is a little higher than yours, isn’t it?!
Wouldn’t you agree, Mr.
Stark?!”
“You…” Hearing Jones’s words, Tony’s expression instantly froze.
Anger appeared on his face as he turned around and walked straight toward the inside of the small “prison.”
As Tony turned away, Jones could still clearly see a flash of blue light from Tony’s chest.
It was the lifesaver keeping him alive, but also the “poison” that was slowly pushing him toward the brink of death.
That’s right.
This man was Tony Stark, Chairman and CEO of Stark Industries, the world-famous Iron Man, and one of the core members of the Avengers.
Of course, all of that would happen in the future.
Right now, Tony was nothing more than a fallen playboy.
Yes, fallen.
Tony was currently facing the first calamity of his life: being kidnapped to a desert in the Middle East.
And it was here that Tony would undergo his transformation, changing from the playboy Tony Stark into Iron Man.
As for Jones…
his role was rather frustrating.
According to the plots of various novels, Jones felt that he should have traveled to America before Tony’s capture, then introduced the concept of the Iron Man armor.
Or perhaps he should have ended up on the other side of this door, suffering alongside Tony, researching the Iron Man armor together, escaping from this place together, and somehow getting his hands on an Iron Man suit.
But…
that was ultimately just the kind of plot found in novels.
Looking down at his grayish-brown, somewhat tattered clothes, the grenades hanging from his waist, the pistol strapped to his thigh, and the rifle slung across his back, Jones could only laugh bitterly.
Well…
he had traveled to a place very close to Tony.
Extremely close…
How should he put it…
when Tony had been knocked unconscious by a stray bullet, Jones was the one who carried him back.
When Tony refused the warlord’s demand that he build missiles, Jones was the one who held Tony down and shoved him into the water tank.
And now, Jones was once again the one guarding Tony.
It seemed…
he had really made himself a target of Tony’s hatred.
Jones estimated that, aside from the warlord himself, he was probably the person Tony hated most among all these people.
“Hmm…
Should I tell the warlord that Tony is building an armor?!” Jones muttered inwardly, but he quickly shook his head.
Jones was certain that if he revealed what Tony was doing, Tony would definitely not survive.
And if Tony didn’t survive, Jones would have no choice but to obediently remain under that little warlord’s command.
He could forget about escaping.
Moreover, under this warlord, Jones had the lowest status of all.
There was no telling when he might die in some battle.
“Damn it!!!” His thoughts racing, Jones couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
He truly had no idea what to do now.
“Where’s my special ability?
Where’s my system?
Where are my superpowers?!
God, you bastard!
When the hell did I ever say I wanted to come to this damn world?!”
Jones roared inwardly.
His eyes suddenly felt hot, and he nearly burst into tears!
He couldn’t see any hope at all.
His previous life had been like that, and things were even worse now.
In his previous life, he had no diploma, no talent, and no background.
He was destined to be nothing more than an ordinary wage earner for the rest of his life.
This life was even worse.
Before he even knew what was happening, he had already offended Iron Man, Tony Stark, and he was stuck in a godforsaken place like this, becoming a…
terrorist?!?!
The more Jones thought about it, the more his nose stung, and tears actually began to flow from his eyes.
Feeling the warmth of the liquid running down his face, Jones froze.
Damn it, why was he crying?!
He instinctively glanced around several times before raising his arm and wiping his eyes…
No matter what, as long as nobody had seen him, it was fine.
However, the moment Jones’s hand touched his eye, he suddenly felt an intense pain shoot through it.
“Ugh~”
With a pained groan, Jones immediately clutched his eye and collapsed onto the ground!