Saving Tony

"As you sow, so shall you reap."

For top-level reincarnators, this phrase can be taken as a joke. But for Kurumi, she almost hit her foot with a stone.

On that night, as the temperature dropped in the desert and even the fire element waned, a surge of psychic energy once again permeated her body, searching for Tony.

Such days seemed to have become a part of Kurumi's life. Only by squandering her psychic energy could she find peace to sleep well.

The ever-changing desert landscape, like usual, yielded no results before she wanted to sleep.

One sheep... two sheep... Happy Sheep...

"Ugh~" Kurumi let out a mournful cry. For some unknown reason, even with her temperament, she couldn't bear staying here for half a month.

"Red Queen, are you there?"

"I'm here, Master."

"When will the military be able to find that guy Stark?"

"That depends on those capitalists."

Kurumi's gaze slightly narrowed, "What do you mean?"

Red Queen stated matter-of-factly, "While the directors of Stark Industries are trying, it seems that more people don't want to see Stark return."

"Even General Brooks' request to deploy military satellites has been rejected."

Kurumi half-lay on the bed, "They really have some nerve."

"Hehe, that's how American society is. Capital is supreme; as long as they have interests, there will be plenty of madmen clamouring to get in."

Her attractive eyebrows arched upward, "You haven't been shorting Stark Industries' stocks recently, have you? According to the original plan, how is Stark's Iron Man doing?"

"He has already memorised the design schematics. If he had cutting-edge equipment to assist, 'Mark's' appearance would be even earlier. As for the stocks... hehe, who said Umbrella needs money?"

Kurumi rolled her eyes, "I don't want to stay here any longer. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, as you wish."

Red Queen's voice suddenly became mechanical, "Initiating the takeover of the military satellite with codename 'Moon Eye,' estimated time... five seconds."

On the other side of the ocean, in a control centre somewhere within the Pentagon, the screen suddenly displayed many unintelligible characters.

Technicians began to scramble in their operations. Their faces grew paler as time passed, and drops of cold sweat fell incessantly.

Despite the codes flying across the computer screens, they could not counteract the attack.

Mattis, bearing dark circles under his eyes, hurried into the room. The continuous scrolling code on the central screen gave him a pounding headache.

"What are you all doing? Encountered a hacker attack and didn't know how to fight back?"

Mattis's angry shout resounded, but not a single person dared to retort because he was the current Secretary of Defense, and his power was astonishing.

Sitting at the computer, his mind was completely blank. They didn't even know how the attack was happening; they mechanically typed on the keyboard, continuously experimenting with solutions.

Mattis's voice continued to ring out, "Investigate and find his location! I want to see who dares to be so audacious!"

Fingers continuously tapped on the keyboard, and the staff felt miserable. They didn't dare to brag about how excellent their skills were. Still, with the assistance of cutting-edge technology, even the world's most famous hacker organisations wouldn't dare to challenge them directly.

Suddenly, white light shone on everyone's faces. The staff member who was typing on the keyboard visibly brightened. Regardless, they had temporarily regained control.

Mattis's expression darkened, "How is it? Have you found their location?"

"Reporting, sir. Still querying. It's locked onto a continent."

"Where?" Mattis's voice was steeped in killing intent. One could imagine his mood having been awakened in the middle of the night due to low blood sugar.

"At... at Antarctica..."

"Huh?"

"No, not Antarctica... at the Arctic!"

"No, at the equator!"

Mattis's expression grew even darker, and he placed his hands in front of him. Even if he wasn't computer-savvy, he knew...

The other party was mocking them.

"You bunch of idiots! What's the use of the country raising you? Find! Find their location for me! If you can't find it if you can't find 'Moon Eye,' none of you can leave work!"

This sentence was filled with anger, but those familiar with Mattis would understand that this was a "joke." He often got provoked but still maintained his rationality. Such a temperament was indeed unique.

On the central screen, the world map was continually marked with positions, indicating that the hacker's "location" was continuously being "found" by them.

Mattis's eyes narrowed. This wasn't provocation anymore; it was an insult! It was trampling on a nation's dignity!

Rubbing his temples, he found a place to sit. Mattis was already considering how he should explain this to the President tomorrow.

Could it be that there were hackers who broke through the Pentagon's network firewall just to show off their skills and left arrogantly?

The positions on the big screen kept changing, and Mattis crossed his hands in front of his chest, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Where is it this time?"

The head of the team broke into a cold sweat, "Sir, 'Moon Eye' is... gone..."

Go on...