From the prototype, immortal - Chapter 1370

Then, the aircraft changed its flight mode from propeller-driven to jet-driven flight.

Its speed increased instantly, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and quickly disappeared into the distance.

Obadiah was firmly strapped to his seat in the aircraft. He could only watch helplessly as the scene outside the window changed rapidly.

He was filled with fear and doubt, not knowing where exactly these people were taking him and what they would do to him.

Moreover, they robbed the prison openly and killed all the prison guards.

What made him even more uneasy was that this group of people obviously knew the U.S. military’s radar system and heat source detection technology very well. Otherwise, the traces of heat sources left by such a huge aircraft in the night sky should have attracted the attention of the U.S. military a long time ago and were detected by the Patriot missile system. Locked down, or intercepted and interrogated by fighter jets.

But this is not the case. The aircraft is like a ghost, silently traveling through the night sky, as if it possesses some kind of invisible technology that transcends the times, making all possible tracking and surveillance impossible.

The aircraft flew in the air for a long time and finally stopped in front of a desolate mountain peak.

The peak towers into the clouds, and the peak is covered with white snow, like a silver pyramid.

Surrounded by a dense forest, the trees are tall and dense, as if they hide countless secrets.

The soldiers roughly pulled Obadiah off the aircraft. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a biting cold, which was the biting cold wind coming from the top of the mountain.

They followed a rugged and winding path to the top of the mountain. The trail was covered with thick snow, making every step extremely difficult.

Obadiah was caught in the middle, and his heart was filled with uneasiness and despair. He knew that he was in a desperate situation and could not escape the control of this group of people no matter what.

As they climbed higher, the air around them became thinner and thinner.

Obadiah found it difficult to breathe, and his face became pale and limp. However, the soldiers seemed to feel nothing and continued to move forward resolutely.

Finally, they reached the top of the mountain. There is a huge platform here, and a magnificent building stands on the platform.

The exterior walls of the building are made of black rock, with complex textures and patterns covering the surface. The door was closed tightly, as if it contained endless secrets.

The soldiers escorted Obadiah through the heavy door and entered the building.

Compared with the desolate and mysterious natural landscape outside, the environment here is completely different.

Metal-like walls are not ordinary steel or alloys, but specially treated nanocomposite materials. They are not only extremely strong, but can also effectively isolate electromagnetic interference and sound transmission from the outside.

LED light panels emitting cold white light are inlaid at regular intervals on these walls. They illuminate the entire space as bright as day, and even the tiny dust floating in the air is clearly visible.

The light reflects on the metal surface, forming interlaced light and shadow, adding a bit of confusion and depth to this cold space.

There is a faint metallic smell in the air, mixed with an imperceptible smell of burnt electronic components, making people feel a little depressed involuntarily.

Everything here is so neat and orderly, as if every detail has been carefully designed, and every item has its specific location and purpose.

They walked along a long corridor. The floor of the corridor was covered with soft sound-absorbing carpets. Every step seemed unusually quiet. Only the occasional low mechanical sound from behind the closed door broke the silence. peaceful.

These doors are made of high-strength composite materials and are covered with a thin layer of electromagnetic shielding to ensure that the work being done inside will not be interfered with by the outside world.

Obadiah noticed that the edge of each door was inlaid with a circle of small LED indicators. Some flashed a steady green light, while others occasionally lit up a red alarm light, as if they were telling a silent story. The busy and tense world behind the door.

At the end of the corridor is a spacious and solemn hall. The ceiling of the hall is so high that you feel dizzy when you look up. It is inlaid with pieces of transparent glass plates. Through these glass plates, you can see the stars in the night sky outside. It contrasts sharply with the cold tones of the interior.

There is a huge round conference table in the center of the hall. This table is made of unknown black metal. The surface is polished and smooth as a mirror, which can clearly reflect everything around it.

Various sophisticated instruments and equipment are placed on the table, with indicator lights of various colors flashing.

Huge screens are hung on the surrounding walls, showing complex charts and data, as if they are monitoring the progress of an important project in real time.

Obadiah saw a man wearing a white skull cap and a black uniform, sitting at the head of the conference table.

“Mr. Obadiah,”

White Skull said.

“Welcome to our world. Here, you will witness things beyond your imagination and face the most important choices of your life.”

“Who are you?”

Obadiah finally met the real owner, and he was curious about why the other party went to such trouble to capture him.

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“If you are looking for me about Stark Industries, I’m sorry, I’m no longer a Stark Industries employee. Tony will definitely erase all traces of me in Stark Industries, including the information you may want, the backdoors of various weapons, fingerprints, permissions, passwords… I can’t give you anything.”

He was very honest because he was scared.

He was also afraid that the other party would torture and force a confession, and he would definitely not be able to bear such pain, so he told everything.

However, the white skull just shook his head slightly, as if he had expected him to say that.

“Obadiah, you are wrong. We don’t care whether Tony has erased your traces, because we have a way to restore them, and even more.”

“What we really want is you.”

The white skull said calmly.

“Me?”

Obadiah was stunned, not knowing why. Apart from everything in Stark Industries, was he still useful?

“We once snatched Tony Stark from the Freedom Fighters terrorists and imprisoned him in one of our bases to make him serve us…”

The white skeleton tapped the table with his finger, triggering the touch screen device, and then a video was projected in front of Obadiah.

Obadiah also saw with his own eyes how Tony created an iron suit from scratch.

He is really a genius, he can survive in such a desperate situation.