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The next day, Shasha woke up and hurriedly got out of bed.
Sleeping next to a naked woman was already pushing his limits; he feared that if he stayed any longer, he might succumb to his desires and do something he would regret. One night was already enough.
Although Shasha's movements were not loud, they startled the sensitive Natasha. Watching him flee in a panic made her chuckle. She glanced at her own alluring body and mused, "It seems I still have my charm."
Even though Shasha had done nothing last night, it was hard to hide the evidence of his arousal. The memory of how he had hunched over, too shy to get close, made her laugh again.
"Time to get up and get ready!" A voice from the bathroom interrupted Natasha's thoughts.
After they finished washing up and had breakfast, they got into the car heading to Colorado, with Natasha at the wheel.
Traveling across state lines was undoubtedly a long journey. While taking high-speed transportation would have been the best option, they chose the safest method to avoid any complications.
On the highway, they took turns driving, and after some time, they finally arrived in Colorado.
As the capital of Colorado, Denver was familiar to Shasha; after all, he had spent some time there before.
"We're still thirty kilometers away from the incident site. What do you think? Should we go take a look?" Natasha suggested.
Shasha shook his head at her proposal. "There's no need. Even if we went there, we wouldn't draw any conclusions. Besides, any information from the scene is likely long gone by now."
"What should we do then?" Natasha asked, puzzled.
"You, who kidnapped Tony Stark—what kind of people do you think they are?" Shasha suddenly responded with a question that seemed off-topic.
Natasha looked confused. "Isn't it written in the files? Those guys seem to be from the Middle East."
"Right, a group of terrorists. So there must be at least a hundred of them?" Shasha's words trailed off.
Natasha quickly caught on. "You mean they will definitely come to the big city for supplies?"
"They can only get supplies here; there aren't many in the town," Shasha said, peering through the blinds at the pedestrians outside the hotel. "You might want to check if anyone is making large purchases."
Natasha couldn't help but ponder this. Initially, she had doubts about Nick assigning the mission to Shasha, but those doubts had dissipated. The speed at which this guy was growing was astonishing. If his initial evaluation indicated he merely had the potential of a Tenth Level Agent, he now possessed the abilities of one and, in some respects, surpassed them.
Colorado, Red Earth Desert, a temporary base.
Tony never imagined he would face such misfortune. A group of wolf-like terrorists ignored military escorts to launch an attack and kidnap him, forcing him to work for them to manufacture weapons.
He wanted to resist, but he was powerless, and his injuries nearly cost him his life. Now he understood a fundamental truth: lacking power was a sin; only strength could control one's destiny.
He touched the electromagnetic device on his chest, which had saved him by stopping a bullet. With that thought, a glimmer of determination flashed in Tony's eyes.
He was now crafting a weapon that could help him escape. If successful, many of his ideas could be validated!
Just as Tony was lost in thought, someone kicked him from behind. A terrorist with a Middle Eastern accent gestured for him to get to work and not slack off.
Tony shot him a cold glance before silently turning and entering the cave.
Once a playboy, this drastic change had forged a hero's heart within him; this was the moment Iron Man began to take shape.
In the lab, Yinsen, who had been waiting patiently, whispered, "It's best not to provoke them right now."
"I know!" Tony took a deep breath. "Let's get started!"
Tony had great faith in Yinsen. Why? Because it was Yinsen who saved his life, and this doctor shared his background in energy and mechanical engineering.
The debt of gratitude combined with their common language led Tony, usually so proud, to consider Yinsen a friend.
Using rudimentary tools to forge weapons, Tony looked at what hung before him—something resembling armor—and a cold glint crossed his eyes. The day the machine was completed would be the day he broke free from the base.
Ignoring the changes and circumstances surrounding Tony, Natasha finally identified a suspect who appeared to be a terrorist, following Shasha's advice. This individual was of Middle Eastern descent and frequently entered the city to purchase various supplies, which aligned perfectly with her suspicions. She discreetly approached him as a passerby and planted a tracker on him. Eventually, he stopped in a remote desert area nearly 100 kilometers north of Denver.
With the marked map in hand, Natasha eagerly found Shasha and shared the situation. After some deliberation, they decided to investigate further; even if they were wrong, there was little to lose. If they were right, the mission could be accomplished.
Before setting out, they prepared for action. Shasha donned her outfit for when she transformed into the Queen of Hell and equipped herself with Edman's Sword, while Natasha opted for simplicity with just two handguns.
They sped towards their target, reaching the destination close to midnight the following day.
Through the binoculars, Natasha observed rows of military tents, with masked terrorists patrolling with machine guns. Lowering the binoculars, she spoke in a low voice tinged with excitement, "Although we haven't seen Tony Stark, these guys are definitely involved."
It seemed this was indeed the right place; Shasha nodded and put on her mask. "Let's move!"
The two figures slowly melted into the darkness.
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