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Chapter Forty-Nine: Interesting
Tony stood up in the swirling sand, scanning the surroundings in all four directions, but saw nothing. He raised his middle finger at the phone booth and cursed a couple of times before silently walking towards it.
Tony knew he was clearly being targeted by someone, and that person was aiming at him with a sniper rifle not far away—this phone booth was indeed set up for him.
What puzzled Tony the most was how that person had managed to set this trap when even he didn’t know his suit would malfunction and end up here.
If Tony's armor had still been intact, he believed he could have fought back, but now… it seemed he had no other options.
He stepped into the phone booth and looked at the red dot resting on the back of his hand, feeling quite frustrated.
He had just escaped the clutches of the Ten Rings terrorist organization, only to turn around and find himself targeted once again.
He wondered who this person was. If they wanted to capture him, why go through such a method? Why make him answer a phone call?
Filled with suspicion, Tony finally picked up the ringing phone. A cold voice came through, slightly chilling: “Hello, Tony Stark.”
Tony frowned slightly and replied, “Who are you? Do we know each other? If you’re after some kind of military weapon from Howard Stark…”
“No, no, no. I’m not with the Ten Rings, nor do I want to waste your time. We don’t know each other; you can consider me a complete stranger,” the voice said smoothly, its magnetic tone combined with a chilling undertone creating an unusual allure. “But since you’ve answered my call, I’m afraid you’ll have to play a game with me.”
“Who exactly are you?” Tony’s brow furrowed tightly as he scanned the area, trying to locate the sniper. However, there were no higher vantage points around him except for this sand dune, and in this flat desert landscape, he couldn’t see where that person might be.
“You don’t need to look for me because your naked eye cannot see someone two thousand meters away from you. Even if you did see me, there’s nothing you could do. And from my current position—those terrorists targeting you and your good friend Rhodes might feel your location at the same time—what an interesting scene that would be, wouldn’t it?”
"Two thousand meters?"
Tony asked, "What is your purpose?"
"I have no purpose. In fact, I am just an unknown individual, lurking in the shadows to kill, far removed from you, a weapon dealer and a murderer. Moreover, Mr. Stark, the one with a purpose is someone else—Obadiah Stane—you may have heard that name."
Upon hearing "Obadiah Stane," Tony's expression changed slightly. This was the very man who had been his father's best friend. After Howard Stark's death, it was Obadiah Stane who took on a fatherly role, helping Tony manage the company.
The voice on the other end let out a low, derisive laugh. "That's right, it's him, Obadiah Stane. He originally wanted to use the Ten Rings to eliminate you, but unfortunately for him, the Ten Rings had different ideas. Their Bald Boss believes that instead of killing you, it would be better to control you and have you continuously provide them with new weapons. So, Obadiah Stane found me; he wants me to kill you—there's no one else in this world who can reach you from a major city in America to the desolate outskirts of Afghanistan in such a short time and accurately find you as you prepare to escape."
Tony Stark inhaled sharply. The thought that Obadiah Stane wanted him dead was something he had never anticipated. However, without this assassin's reminder, he had already figured out Stane's motive: it was merely greed for his wealth.
The voice continued, "By the way, I should introduce myself. You can call me Phone Booth Killer or Chatty Sniper or whatever you like. But undoubtedly, I am a refined and professional killer with an incredibly long lifespan; I am even over thirty years older than your father, Howard Stark—at this point, you probably realize that I possess some unique abilities.
"Indeed, I have a special ability; I own a sniper rifle that can enhance its power at will and a phone booth that allows for designated teleportation. As you can see, this phone booth is one I temporarily moved here. Of course, I also have an extended lifespan, which is why I call myself Phone Booth Killer."
"How much did Obadiah Stane pay you? I'll offer ten times that," Tony replied calmly; after all, Iron Man was still Iron Man.
"No, no, no." The Chatty Sniper let out his signature cold laughter again. "If it were about money, you would have been dead the moment I laid eyes on you.
"My marksmanship, planning skills, psychology knowledge, tracking and counter-tracking abilities—even my computer skills are professional. I am a refined killer but not merely an assassin; I take on contracts but may not necessarily complete them. Obadiah Stane found me; the information he provided about you successfully piqued my interest. You are an intriguing person, Mr. Stark, and I enjoy dealing with interesting people.
"As for money, such things hold no meaning for someone like me. I possess a long life and astonishing abilities; what do you think I need money for? To buy dozens of young girls to toy with?
"No, no, no. The reason I took on that bald little man's job was simply to prevent you from being casually eliminated by some other fool he might send before you answered my call.
Obadiah Stane—that is one dull fool."
"You really are quite the chatterbox," Tony couldn't help but mutter under his breath, then added, "So what do you want me to do?"
"I want to play a game with you... wait a moment..."
Tony furrowed his brow, for at that moment, he heard another phone ring on the other end of the line. It was clearly another phone belonging to the sniper.
Then the sniper smiled slightly. "Interesting, Tony Stark. You would never guess that this call I'm receiving is actually coming from three hours ago."
Just then, Tony heard a rumbling sound; clouds of dust were billowing in the distance as the Ten Rings terrorists roared in with their vehicles. In another direction, three U.S. Military armed helicopters were also approaching rapidly.
Tony felt his mood plummet. He muttered, "I don't find this amusing at all!"
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