Chapter: 161

Mark, who was successfully captured by him, didn't resist at all. He was taken to a mini-submarine in the water, just like that with his hands tied.

Once inside, Savin took off his oxygen mask, which was already tattered after the explosion, and regardless of Mark seeing his true face, he took out a rope from the side and securely bound him.

"You brat, your Autobot is no longer with you. Stay here obediently. We'll have no trouble and You won't suffer any consequences. But if you try any tricks, I'll let you experience the feeling of being better off dead. Understand?"

Listening to Savin's threatening words, Mark remained calm and unafraid. He simply looked at him calmly and nodded gently.

At this point, Mark's second-stage plan could be considered a complete success. He successfully lured the enemy with himself as bait, and Mandarin, who was an important bargaining chip, was also successfully protected. Everything went as Mark had expected.

The key to Mark's successful plan was the asymmetry of information between the two sides. Mark had a thorough understanding of Kilian and his reliance on Extremis transformations, but Kilian has no idea what means Mark possesses.

Just like Savin's threat to Mark earlier, he believed that all of Mark's power was vested in the robot by his side, but he didn't know that even in terms of individual combat capability, Mark was an extremely formidable presence.

If Mark's guess was correct, the next part of the script would involve the enemy bringing him back to their secret base for the Extremis transformation.

Because once they had complete control over his life, everything, whether it was Mandarin or everything Mark possessed, even Tony, would fall into Kilian's hands.

Sure enough, after disembarking from the submarine, Mark was brought by Savin into an apparently long-abandoned suburban factory, with crumbling exterior walls, rusty iron bars, and broken glass, all displaying the decay and desolation of the place.

But once inside, you would discover another world.

First and foremost, in the center of the factory, there was a whole row of complete sets of experimental equipment and computer devices. The screens displayed complex formulas and precise calculations to the thousandth decimal place.

Sitting among all of this, controlling the flawless operation of these devices, was a woman with long brown hair and an elegant figure. Her name was Maya Hansen.

As if sensing the commotion caused by Mark being brought in by Savin, Maya Hansen turned around and looked towards his location.

After seeing Mark, the first words she uttered were, "You really look like him--"

It was a mixture of nostalgia and irony, but the smile that involuntarily appeared on her face when she spoke those words revealed the beauty of that memory.

Mark knew exactly who she was referring to with the word "him," apart from his womanizing old man, there was no one else.

Maya Hansen and Tony also met at the Bern Conference in 1999. They had a wonderful experience on the New Year's Eve of the millennium, leaving behind a beautiful memory.

Unfortunately, this time it didn't bring a little brother or sister to Mark. Otherwise, the house would be much livelier now.

"I'm Maya Hansen. Maybe you've heard of my name, or maybe you don't know me at all, but it doesn't matter. I know a lot about you—the youngest trillionaire in history and considered one of the smartest humans on Earth.

I don't know the purpose of them bringing you here, but if you can help me solve this problem, I will plead with them to let you go back. I believe I still have some influence here."

As she spoke, she placed a note card in front of Mark, with something written on it.

"I recognize the notes on it. It seems you had a pleasant and in-depth exchange with my old man," Mark raised an eyebrow and teasingly remarked.

Maya Hansen ignored Mark's banter and flipped the card, continuing to show it to Mark.

The back of the card recorded a mathematical equation. The ink on the aging paper had faded slightly, and a few words were blurred due to moisture.

But Mark immediately recognized the origin of this equation. "Extremis Regenerative Algorithm—"

Upon hearing Mark recognize it instantly, Maya Hansen became extremely excited. Unable to contain her smile, she said, "That's right, the Extremis Regenerative Algorithm, the formula left by your father.

After going through so much over the years, I'm on the verge of success. The Extremis transformation is almost stable..."

"It seems when your middle school chemistry teacher was teaching you the concept of stability, you didn't pay attention," Mark retorted. "The so-called stability is the ability of matter to maintain its original physical and chemical properties. If you classify spontaneous combustion and explosion as a form of stability, please prove it, and you'll win the Nobel Prize this year."

Maya Hansen paid no mind to Mark's sarcasm and mockery. Instead, she took a step closer to Mark and said, "Then help me fix it."

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