Chapter 113 Where the dream begins

Early morning, Bagram Air Force Base.

The sun has not risen yet, but the air is already filled with the chill of dawn.

At the end of the earth, the convoy on patrol had just returned. The roar of the engine broke the silence, and the entire military camp began to gradually wake up.

Some troops had already begun training at this time, and dozens of soldiers marched towards the predetermined location, shouting slogans.

But Sharon was staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, sighing helplessly, it was another sleepless night...

Ever since Tony was attacked and his whereabouts were unknown, she had trouble sleeping at night. Even if she was lucky enough to fall asleep, she would be awakened by the dream of falling from a high altitude.

In the end, she often had to chew on loneliness in the dark, with only some thoughts to keep her company.

Sharon didn't want to continue trying to fall asleep. She propped up her body with one elbow, turned over, and neatly rolled off the hard camp bed.

Tony had complained many times that she was a workaholic who didn't know how to enjoy life. He really didn't understand who could sleep on such a hard bed. But what Tony didn't know was that it wasn't that Sharon didn't know how to enjoy life. She just completely integrated into the army.

I can no longer adapt to ordinary life.

She could no longer sleep on the soft bed. The soft touch would make her feel like her whole body would sink underground and be swallowed by some unknown monster.

On the contrary, the hard camp bed in the military camp made her feel safe.

But now, neither the hard camp bed nor the familiar atmosphere of the military camp can help her fall asleep anymore.

Sharon quickly put on her uniform, then picked up the spear and shield placed at hand and quickly left the military camp. The chill in the air made her sober again, and her steps became firm and strong, but the pair of

Her red eyes revealed the fact that she had stayed up all night again.

"Good morning, captain!"

The soldiers they met along the way greeted this man who was considered a legend to them. Faced with the warm greetings of the soldiers, Sharon just nodded slightly. She could no longer care about it.

She went straight to a bunker and rushed through the gate under the respectful gaze of two sentries.

The bunker is the center of SHIELD's operations here.

There is a huge round table in the center of the bunker, and the surface of the round table is not an ordinary paint surface, but a special reflective surface made of glass. At this time, the dark red light is rippling on the table, and the undulating light is rising and falling.

After a flash, a terrain map of nearly 40 kilometers near the military base was formed, and on the map one could even see lifelike soldiers and a patrol convoy that had just returned.

Near the round table, more than twenty technicians were typing on the keyboard, inputting data into the computer, and exchanging information in low voices using headsets.

Seeing Sharon's arrival, a technician pushed away his chair and came forward. He didn't make any report, but shook his head slightly.

Sharon was not depressed. She had been repeating this scene every day recently, and now she was a little numb. But just when she was about to turn around and leave, following the patrol convoy to find Tony's traces, the technician hurriedly stopped her.
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"Captain! He's waiting for you online."

"He?"

Sharon frowned, and then looked towards the end of the bunker. A huge screen was slowly rising from the ground. A picture suddenly flashed out of the dim screen, and a dark figure appeared in the center of the screen.<

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"Director Fury..."

Sharon stood up straight, hung her shield behind her, saluted quickly and accurately, and then put her hands behind her back.

"Relax, Captain."

Nick Fury folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin expressionlessly as a response.

"I have seen the video of Tony Stark's attack and the report you submitted, but now I need you to make a detailed report in person to arrange the next task."

"Yes, Director Fury..."

Sharon looked gloomy. This was the first time she had experienced such a complete failure, and the worst thing was that she had put her childhood sweetheart and best friend in danger. She now really hoped that someone would scold her, but Nick...

Fury obviously had no intention of pursuing his fault at this time. He just stared at Sharon, waiting for her report.

"I found Tony's blood sample at the scene of the incident, but it was not enough to prove that he suffered fatal injuries. I think Tony is still alive. Whoever attacked the convoy will definitely not kill Tony after discovering him."<

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Fury nodded and sneered:

"He should indeed be alive, but the question is what do the kidnappers want? If they wanted a ransom, they should have sent news, but the current situation is silent, so what the kidnappers want must be more important than money.

If the kidnapper's purpose was to threaten Tony into making weapons, the situation would be very bad.

And..."

"Are you worried that Tony Stark would sell sensitive information to terrorists in order to protect himself?"

Sharon couldn't help but interrupt Fury's words. She held the spear tightly with both hands and rubbed the metal lines with her fingers.

"Of course I am worried about this. It will cause immeasurable harm to our country. I sent someone to get the information from Obadiah Stane as soon as possible."

"Uncle Stanney..."

Sharon couldn't help but lower her head. If something happened to Tony this time, she really didn't know how to face him in the future.

"His original words were that although Tony Stark is elusive, he doesn't have many secrets to reveal. Tony usually only invents weapons, and other tasks are basically left to himself or his assistants. Terrorists

Even if he wants the access code for a mansion, he might not be able to give it to you, and it’s even more impossible if it’s the password for the company’s military, surveillance and other satellites.”

This was in line with Sharon's usual impression of Tony, but she asked in disbelief:

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"He is the person who loves Tony the most. Doesn't he have any other feelings about Tony's disappearance?"

"Of course he won't express his feelings, because he can only act."

Nick Fury gave a rare sigh.

"We have always known that there are problems with Stark Industries' financial accounts. He has financial transactions with many terrorists, and this time he probably contacted all his trading partners to find the whereabouts of Tony Stark."
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Sharon breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She felt guilty for having doubted her beloved uncle just for a moment. At the same time, she said helplessly:

"But he is destined to gain nothing by doing this. I inspected the attack site, and there were only fragments of Stark Industries' weapons. Unless the attacker did not rely on weapons and only used stones to complete the attack, otherwise the attacker must have used the same

Stark Industries weapons, that means he spent a lot of money to find the murderer, but he didn't expect that the person he hired was one of the murderers."

"It's not completely useless."

The corners of Nick Fury's mouth raised contemptuously.

"We have compared his transaction records. Just now we have locked in the Ten Rings Gang, but we are still unable to determine the location of the Ten Rings Gang headquarters, but we are now luring Obadiah Stane

Make a deal with them as soon as possible..."

Sharon raised her head suddenly and looked at Nick Fury's only remaining eye.

"Be prepared, captain, I don't want to fall asleep on the battlefield."

"Always ready!"

The bloodshot eyes in Sharon's eyes have not receded yet, but she is no longer tired at all, and there is even more fire flashing in her eyes, becoming more and more hot.

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In the cave, Tony suddenly shivered, but he still suppressed the discomfort in his body and continued to disassemble a small missile produced by Stark Industries. He skillfully used outdated tools to disassemble the missile step by step, and finally only

A bunch of scattered parts were left, and at the same time, those expensive parts that he no longer needed were thrown aside like garbage.

Wanda and the others were also imitating his example in dismantling missiles, and the ground was already in a mess.

After being "motivated" by Wanda and the middle-aged man, Tony also changed his decadent appearance and proactively asked the bearded leader for various resources to build this cold cave into his own studio.

They started working day and night, or in other words, in this dark cave, without a clock, they couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

With a soft "pop" sound, the missile's warhead was easily removed. Tony took out a very complicated part from the inside of the missile, and then took the piece to the workbench and moved it from there in twos and twos.

A tiny part was removed from a complex part.

With the whisper of "we don't need this", another part is scrapped, and a missile worth millions of dollars is now only a small piece less than the size of a fingernail.

Then Tony held the small bright silver fragment in front of his eyes and introduced it calmly:

"Palladium, 0.15 grams."

Wanda angrily gathered a bunch of bright silver fragments together and said dissatisfied:

"This is the 1.6 you want. You'd better not mess this up, otherwise I will go crazy after dismantling four missiles for you!"

Tony didn't speak, just raised his hands in surrender, then took out the mold that had been prepared, gathered the fragments into a small iron cup, and put it into the blazing flame.

When the palladium in it completely melted, Tony took the initiative to ask:

"Who among you has the steadiest hand? We only have one chance."

The middle-aged man who was a doctor stepped forward without hesitation. Tony pointed at the mold and hesitated for a few seconds before asking awkwardly:

"What's your name? I seem to have missed the self-introduction at the beginning of school."
To be continued...