Matt finally met Tony Stark, who had been held captive by the Ten Rings. He looked alright, clearly having not been mistreated.
"What is this?"
Matt pointed at the electromagnet on Tony Stark's chest and the battery he was holding.
"It's a life support device. There are many tiny pieces of shrapnel in his circulatory system. If not for this electromagnet, those fragments would enter his heart and kill him instantly," Yinsen, who was standing beside Tony Stark, explained.
The Pashtun tribe had previously kidnapped another scientist named Yinsen. Unfortunately, being illiterate, they didn't know that Yinsen was just a medical scientist, although he was well-known, he didn't know how to make weapons.
Tony Stark was lucky. If it weren't for Yinsen, he would have died anonymously in the mountains of Afghanistan.
Matt couldn't accept Tony Stark's current condition.
"Is there a way to remove the remaining shrapnel? How can he appear in public like this, constantly carrying a battery?"
Tony Stark was one of the icons in the eyes of all Americans. They couldn't accept their icon turning into a freak who couldn't live without a battery.
"Don't worry, friend from the CIA, I have a way to solve this awkward situation. I just need you to provide me with some materials," Tony Stark was surprisingly calm. The time he spent being held captive by the Ten Rings had profoundly changed this arrogant playboy.
"I need welding equipment. Acetylene or propane welding will do. Also, a welding table, a helmet, and goggles, a crucible, and two sets of classified tools. In addition, various steel materials. The most crucial thing is palladium, at least ten grams."
Matt raised an eyebrow, his lips pursed, and looked at Tony Stark with some seriousness.
"What are you going to do with these things, Mr. Stark?"
Tony Stark pointed at the large car battery.
"A miniature version of this battery, that's all. It's very small, hidden under my clothes, and no one will know that Tony Stark is someone who needs an electromagnet to live. As for the rest, it's just a mechanical aid for the disabled. Because of the injury, I need to use the mechanics to move freely."
Matt was silent for a moment.
"I can prepare these for you, but Mr. Stark, I still hope you understand what kind of terrifying monsters those who kidnapped you are. You just need to wait quietly for us to complete the deal and bring you back to the United States."
After witnessing the earth-shattering battle between Broly and Fire Cloud Evil God, his previous worldview was almost shattered.
After examining Tony Stark's body and confirming that he had no serious problems other than needing to wear an electromagnet, Matt breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were many twists and turns, the situation was still on the right track. That cat demon, would definitely not be Broly's opponent.
"So, young friend, you are not from Earth, but a visitor from another world. No wonder your martial arts are so different."
Fire Cloud Evil God let out bursts of hearty laughter, showing none of the ruthlessness he had displayed earlier. For this kind of strongman, changing his face was as easy as turning his hand.
Broly bared his chest, which had a very gruesome sword wound. His flesh was flipped open, slanting across his entire chest. But he acted as if he didn't care about this potentially fatal injury, and was holding a pig's head, devouring it.
[Ding, Congratulations to the host for exceeding the completion of the main quest two, demonstrating the Saiyan's terror in Mexico and Afghanistan, and making the top Earth expert Fire Cloud Evil God feel apprehensive. Your reputation is widespread within the Matt Group, CIA, and the Ten Rings! You have gained 120 Revival Points, and received a Frieza Force Medical Pod.] [Main Quest Three, Having a colony, the terror of the Saiyans also begins to spread on this planet, please officially establish the Saiyan nation on Earth!]
When he saw main quest three, Broly's vision went black, and he could only put it aside for the time being. There were only two Saiyans on the entire Earth, how could he build a nation? The Frieza Force Medical Pod was a huge surprise.
The Ki in the Dragon Ball world did not have a healing effect, or the healing effect was very poor. Injuries could only be healed slowly through the body's recovery ability. Broly broke three ribs in the battle with Fire Cloud Evil God, had fractures all over his body, and his chest was almost cut open.
Although he had added points to his physique, his recovery ability was much stronger than that of ordinary people. But it would take at least half a year for these injuries to fully recover, and there might even be sequelae.
Although the Frieza Force Medical Pod was not as magical as the Senzu Bean, able to instantly heal injuries, it was still very advanced medical technology. Vegeta was beaten to the point of near-death and lost consciousness by Sambo, but recovered in less than thirty minutes.
His injuries, as long as he lay in the Medical Pod, would heal soon.
"Young friend, I am very interested in your technique of manipulating Ki Blasts, and I am willing to exchange it for a martial art. I wonder if you are willing."
Fire Cloud Evil God picked up the teacup and asked unassumingly.
"Of course."
Broly put down the pig's head and agreed almost without hesitation. He had long coveted the Golden Bell Cover. If he could exchange it for the Ki Blast, it would be a pleasant surprise.
Fire Cloud Evil God was relieved. Broly's agreement saved him a lot of trouble. But even if he didn't agree, Fire Cloud Evil God was confident he could get the technique. He was seriously injured, with less than 30% of his strength remaining, and he was at his mercy. He needed to rely on Broly's power to resist the martial artists from Central Continent, so he played along, and didn't tear his face off.
"Haha, I was invincible in Central Continent back then, and I collected the martial arts of most sects and families in Central Earth, and hid them in the World Pavilion. If you are willing to exchange, you can choose any martial art from the World Pavilion."
Broly's eyes lit up.
"I wonder what martial art you practice, old man?"
Fire Cloud Evil God laughed, not showing any displeasure at Broly's address.
"I practice the I Ching Sutra, one of the Shaolin Four Divine Skills, but this divine skill is inherently mysterious and can only be comprehended on the Cliff of Facing Wall behind the Shaolin Temple, and I can't pass it on to you."
"But there are several divine skills in the World Pavilion that are no weaker than the I Ching Sutra, namely the Nine Heavens True Scripture, the Nine Revolutions True Martial God Qi, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and the Three Points Return to Origin. Most of these martial arts require in-depth study of Taoist and Buddhist teachings to get started, and they have extremely high requirements for talent. Even my disciples cannot get through the door. Friend, you are from another world, and I'm afraid it's easy to waste the opportunity. You got the divine skill but can't get started."
Fire Cloud Evil God explained, but the corners of his mouth curled up.
"If you don't believe me, I can also bring the Nine Heavens True Scripture and let you take a look, then you will know that I am not lying to you."
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