"Do you know Dr. Ho Yinsen? Head that way."
Saitama pointed in a certain direction.
Gulp.
The last surviving terrorist turned pale as death. "Yinsen? Ho Yinsen?!"
How could he not know Dr. Yinsen?
He was the most skilled doctor among the captives of the entire Raza organization, and not long ago, they had successfully captured the owner of the Jericho missile — Tony Stark!
That unlucky guy had been riddled with shrapnel, so Yinsen was assigned to perform surgery on him.
Because of this, Yinsen had become one of the most heavily monitored prisoners in the entire organization!
But… what the hell was his connection to this bald guy? Were they relatives?
And the direction Saitama pointed to…
The terrorist felt a chill in his heart. Wasn't that the direction of their main base? If Raza found out he had brought a demon back to the base, he would definitely be executed. No way he could let that happen!
Clang, clang, clang, clang~~~
Saitama casually straightened out the ripped car door so that its sharp, jagged edges wouldn't scratch him — uncomfortable, after all.
Watching as the bulletproof alloy door was flattened as if being kneaded… the terrorist swallowed hard, forcing a flattering smile onto his face, pounding his chest confidently.
"Boss, of course I know! I'm most familiar with that place. Not bragging, but just last week I had a drink with Dr. Yinsen — we're practically best buddies!"
…
The gray-brown rocks acted as natural camouflage, and with the base located deep in a valley, hidden by jagged peaks, it was built into the mountainside itself. Even satellites would have a hard time spotting the exact location of Raza's base.
"Boss, everything's normal. The owner of Stark Industries has agreed to build the Jericho missile for us."
A terrorist soldier came to report.
A few days ago, they had used an informant's tip to successfully raid a U.S. missile testing site, capturing Tony Stark alive.
Although the guy now had to carry around a small car battery to keep his heart running — a pretty funny sight — at least the Jericho missile technology was now in their hands.
And they had guards monitoring Tony Stark 24/7, ensuring he worked on building the Jericho missile without rest.
"Good! Kublai Khan's empire once spanned Eurasia, reaching Africa in the south and Russia in the north! As long as I have the Jericho missile, I will become the new king!!"
The dark-skinned, bald, middle-aged man's face twisted with ambition.
Raza!
The leader of the entire militant group, and the head of the most powerful organization in the Middle East. Their firepower completely suppressed other groups and could even stand against the government's army in open battle!
All their weapons were stamped with "Made by Stark Industries"!
"But Boss, what they're building now doesn't really look like the Jericho missile…"
One slightly smarter lieutenant stared at the screen in doubt.
On the monitor…
Tony had just swapped out the device in his chest for a shiny new mini arc reactor, while Dr. Yinsen worked beside him.
The problem was…
What they were building looked more like armor… nothing like a missile at all.
"If you flip it upside down, it looks like one. See? Like the tail of a missile. Yeah, must be upside down."
Another chubby lieutenant gave his theory, even demonstrating it. Some others nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry. We've given them a deadline — if that idiot doesn't finish the Jericho missile for the Boss by tomorrow, we'll kill that Yinsen guy!"
"Yeah, as long as we have a hostage, he can't run away!"
"When the missile is done, we kill Stark! The Jericho missile must be in our hands alone!"
A bunch of lieutenants chimed in with their opinions.
Not long ago, they had suspected Stark was up to something, especially after finding out he had built himself a mechanical prosthetic leg. Though he claimed, "My leg's injured and needs mechanical support or I can't work," they didn't buy it.
Raza had threatened Stark by putting Yinsen's life on the line, ordering him to finish the Jericho missile within a day — or Yinsen would die.
"No matter what tricks he tries, he won't escape my grasp. Increase the guards! If you see any strange behavior, kill Yinsen first! Don't think I can't see through their little schemes!"
Raza barked his orders viciously.
Truth be told…
He didn't even understand the missile's structure. He couldn't read the English instructions on the manual. But he had to put on a show of authority — otherwise, how could he keep this pack of wolves in line?
Inside the cavern piled with dismantled missiles, launchers, and various spare parts…
Clang, clang, clang — the sound of hammering metal echoed.
In the glow of the furnace, a muscular middle-aged man with a newly replaced mini arc reactor in his chest could be seen, with a thin, bespectacled, bald man working beside him.
Tony Stark and Dr. Ho Yinsen!
(End of Chapter)
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