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Ch. 38 Reappearing Commission
🕑 Added 2023-09-22 16:00:10 +0000 UTCAs he said this, Russell suddenly remembered something and tossed the GPS locator he had on him to Tony.
"Good luck!"
With that, he paid no more attention to Tony and Yinsen, and left the valley directly.
With a satellite phone and a GPS locator, if Tony couldn't find Colonel Rhodes to rescue him even now, then there was no need for him to leave Afghanistan.
Tony was now rescued.
However, Russell still hadn't fully met the activation conditions for the "Endosymbiotic Battle Armor" reward.
"Activation condition: Prevent Tony Stark from becoming Iron Man due to the kidnapping incident!"
He had only just rescued Tony; he hadn't completely satisfied the activation conditions for the "Endosymbiotic Battle Armor."
Although he hadn't received this reward yet, it shouldn't be too long before Russell could get his hands on the "Endosymbiotic Battle Armor," assuming Tony made it back to Los Angeles alive.
Inside the cave, he saw the small missiles that Tony and Yinsen had dismantled.
And Tony's chest was still using the electromagnetic coil connected to a car battery, not a mini arc reactor.
Tony now had a detailed plan for making a mini arc reactor.
For safety and convenience, he would definitely replace the power source on his chest with a mini arc reactor.
However, having a mini arc reactor didn't mean Tony would definitely become Iron Man.
Tony no longer needed to build Mark I for self-rescue.
Even if he returned to Los Angeles to continue building Mark I, it wouldn't end up in Obadiah's hands.
Without Mark I, Stark Industries' engineers wouldn't be able to create the comprehensive upgraded version of the Iron Monger.
Without Iron Monger, the battle that made Iron Man famous would not occur.
11 PM.
Russell returned to the Continental Hotel in Kabul.
Not long after leaving the Ten Rings' stronghold, he encountered a group of "concerned citizens."
After a "friendly" communication, these "concerned citizens" with weapons on them handed over their only means of transportation, an over ten-year-old Jeep.
When he returned to the hotel, the front desk staff looked at him with some confusion.
In the morning, he had left with a bunch of weapons and supplies.
Yet, before a day had passed, he was already back.
Was this the efficiency of the New York hotel's ace?
Back at the hotel, Russell first booked a flight ticket for tomorrow to return to New York, and then changed out of his mountain combat attire.
Shower, dinner, sleep!
Early the next morning, he boarded the plane back to New York with his luggage.
It was quite a coincidence.
This time, he encountered the flight attendant who had handed him a note last time.
Last time, due to his need for sleep, he had ignored the note from the flight attendant.
Now, without the need for sleep, he carefully examined the curvaceous blonde flight attendant in front of him.
Large where they should be, small where they should be.
The fat on her body obediently accumulated in the right places.
Her legs, encased in black stockings, were long and straight. The tactile sensation of her skin was undoubtedly pleasant.
Her figure and looks were passable, and her flight attendant uniform added some points.
After an undisguised once-over, he smiled as he accepted the note.
Melissa!
Russell glanced at the name and contact information on the note.
It seemed that this time's long journey wouldn't be too lonely.
.......
More than twenty hours later.
The plane landed at Kennedy International Airport.
Before disembarking, Melissa handed Russell a second note.
Different from the first one.
This time, the note Melissa gave him didn't have contact information but rather an address.
Russell still smiled as he accepted the note from Melissa.
However, after disembarking, he tossed the note into the trash bin.
Fast food was just fast food; it wouldn't be interesting if it turned into a home-cooked meal.
But then again, he hadn't expected that Melissa, tall and slender like a Victoria's Secret model, would have such remarkable flexibility.
In the cramped confines of the airplane lavatory, she managed to pull off so many tricks.
Manhattan.
Sky Apartment.
After getting off the plane, Russell drove directly back to his apartment.
It wasn't even noon yet, and Diana was at work in the museum.
After returning to the apartment, he changed his clothes, took a relaxing hot bath, and thoroughly cleaned up any traces left by Melissa.
Diana knew he would occasionally go out for a bit of fun, but as long as he didn't go too far, Diana would turn a blind eye to it.
In Diana's words, it was the instinct of a male organism.
She didn't mind that Russell had such instincts, but he couldn't take things too far.
For instance, bringing a woman home or letting Diana see traces left by other women on him.
Thanks to the education in Themyscira.
Thanks to the open and inclusive culture of the United States.
After finishing his grooming, Russell went to his study, turned on his computer, and searched for news about Tony Stark.
When he was heading to Afghanistan, most of the online news about Tony was tabloid gossip.
However, now the headlines of major news outlets were dominated by news of Tony being attacked and injured in Afghanistan.
It wasn't kidnapping; it was an attack and injury!
The online news only mentioned that Tony had been attacked by terrorists in Afghanistan and injured, without mentioning kidnapping at all.
These news articles were also filled with tales of brave American soldiers valiantly repelling the terrorist attack.
Brave American soldiers thwarted the terrorists' plot!
Well done!
Tony now knew the truth about his kidnapping, but the news completely omitted Obadiah's name.
It was quite evident that Tony was planning to handle Obadiah discreetly.
After browsing through these utterly fictional news reports, Russell closed the browser and leaned back in his chair, pondering what he should have for dinner tonight.
How Tony would deal with Obadiah was Tony's business.
As long as Tony didn't back out of their deal, it had nothing to do with him.
Just as he was contemplating whether to have a cozy candlelit dinner at home with Diana or go out for a romantic date, his phone rang.
Glancing at the caller's name on the screen, he furrowed his brows slightly.
It was Winston again!
After pressing the answer button, Winston's voice came through.
"How did things go in Afghanistan?"
"Not bad!"
Russell responded with a bored tone.
"In that case, how about considering the last commission I mentioned?"
Winston cut to the chase without any preamble.
"I've already said I'm not interested!"
"Fifty million dollars!"
"The hotel must have more than just me as an assassin. Let the client commission someone else at this price; there should be many interested."
Russell declined once again.
Fifty million dollars to kill someone was an unsurprisingly high price.
This price, let alone for killing Daredevil, would garner interest from many assassins even if it were for killing Spider-Woman.
Of course, being interested and being able to fulfill the commission were two different matters.
"This client isn't an ordinary one. They're important not just to the hotel but also have a certain influence on the High Table."
"If you continue to refuse, this commission might become a direct order. You wouldn't want to see that outcome, would you?"
Winston continued.
