The serum is successful

"Ha, I didn't expect that my current state would be caused by my own company's weapons." Stark muttered to himself, feeling a sense of irony in his heart.

As the CEO of Stark Industries, he was eventually killed by his own weapons.

Now he is only relying on the battery and the electromagnet on his chest to survive. The cold and dark cave and the circles of Ten Commandments gang members outside the door make him see no hope.

"Mr. Stark, cheer up. It must be a huge commotion outside right now. Everyone is looking for you."

"You have seen the weapons of the Ten Commandments Gang. Your life's work has been controlled by these murderers, but now it will become your legacy."

"Are you really willing to do this?" Ethan pushed up his glasses and said in a deep voice as he looked at the gloomy and decadent Stark.

His hometown was still waiting for him, but he knew he had no ability to escape, and the only one he could rely on was Tony Stark in front of him.

"Don't you want to do something?"

...

Tony still kept his head down and remained silent. Just when Ethan couldn't help but speak again to encourage him, he spoke with a pessimistic attitude.

"What else can I do? No matter what I do, they will kill me." His calm tone revealed deep despair, "Even if they don't kill me, I won't survive more than a week at most."

As he spoke, he excitedly raised the battery in his arms.

The power in the battery is only enough to support him for less than a week. Once it runs out of power, the crude electromagnetic device on his chest will lose its magnetism, and the fragments left in his body will flow into his heart through his blood vessels.

...

At night, the cave gradually became colder. Ethan found a pile of firewood from somewhere and started a bonfire in an open space.

Stark was wrapped in a thin blanket, sitting opposite Ethan. The flickering flames made their faces look gloomy.

"This is a crucial week, isn't it?" Ethan suddenly broke the silence.

Stark didn't say anything, the flickering flames were reflected in his pupils, and he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Perhaps you are right..."

He immediately found members of the Ten Commandments Gang and expressed his willingness to make the Jericho missile for them, but they needed calculation panels and missile parts.

Hearing that Stark, this tough guy, finally agreed, the leader of the Ten Commandments Gang was of course very excited. He received him like a relative and met all his requests.

He only hesitated for a while about the computer panel, but after Stark explained that it was only used for cluster missile splitting calculations, the leader of the Ten Commandments Gang agreed.

In this remote place, he didn't think there would be any signal.

...

In the next few days, the entire Apple City was still filled with news about Stark, but as time went on, many people believed that Stark was dead.

During this period, in Brooklyn, a Russian gang that dominated a neighborhood was wiped out by John alone, leaving no one alive.

John, the number one killer who had not appeared for a long time, made a move again, which also caused a stir in the killer world.

Merlin and Gwen went to Osborn Industries every night to study the lizard serum. During the day, Merlin went to the aviation manufacturing plant to adjust the first intelligent assembly line.

With the experience in Hell's Kitchen, the first Stealth Destroyer attack helicopter production line was built in three days. Now the materials and parts are in place, and the first one has been put into production.

Many of the accessories of the Annihilator attack helicopter already exist in reality, so not many need to be made separately. The main thing is the outer stealth coating technology.

George was also busy tracking down the Lizard Man. Although he received the teacher's notice, he had no time.

For a moment, Apple City was bustling with activity, but then it fell into an eerie calm, like a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

But everyone's attention was focused on the news of Stark's disappearance.

...

Saturday night, Osborne Industries.

Merlin and Gwen stood in front of the experimental projection table, looking nervously at the virtually projected yellow genetic data graph.

According to the experimental sequence, this string of genetic data is exactly the lizard's regeneration gene.

At this time, the stem cells under the influence of genes are constantly dividing and expanding to form new cells.

"Let's get started." Merlin looked at the rapidly dividing gene cell group and nodded.

Upon hearing this, Gwen immediately threw the blue gene data in front of her into the lizard's regeneration gene sequence.

The moment the two came into contact, the blue genetic data spread rapidly like ink dripping onto white paper and merged into the regeneration gene.

Then, under the gaze of the two, the regeneration gene sequence began to tremble violently under the infection of the blue gene data.

"Snap!" The moment a crisp electronic sound rang out, the regenerative gene sequence collapsed and dispersed like a precarious bridge.

Seeing this scene, the two people's somewhat nervous expressions immediately became excited.

"Ah! Great! We did it!"

"Merlin! Did you see that? We did it! We succeeded!" Gwen shouted excitedly with her eyes shining.

After nearly a week of working all night every day, they finally succeeded.

"Stop, stop, stop... We still have to keep testing, don't be in a hurry." Although Merlin was also excited, he had expected it, so he was not as excited as Gwen.

"Yes, yes, let's test it quickly. Whether we can get it done depends on tonight." Gwen also came to her senses and hurried back to the projection test bench.

In fact, after success, all that remains is to continue experimenting according to the decay rate algorithm.

...

As the early morning approached, Gwen carefully took the prepared green serum out of the thermostat.

Merlin was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

He took out his cell phone and after seeing the message on it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"It's really a double happiness."

...

…

Inside a cave in the Gobi Desert, Afghanistan.

Stark was holding a palm-sized computer in his hand at this time. The battery in his hand had been discarded at some point and replaced with a circle of energy emitting a white misty light.

Although he was covered in oil, his mental state was completely different from a few days ago.

"What are you going to do?" Ethan asked curiously.

"Just having an iron shell is not enough, we also have to find a way to call for support." Stark glanced at the armor parts made of missile shells and shook his head.

"Call for support? There's no signal here." Ethan looked confused.

"Just give it a try. The worst that can happen is we rush out wearing armor." Stark said, placing a palm-sized computer panel on a missile and pretending to debug it.

"RG003******"

(End of this chapter)