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The two of them searched for a long time, but aside from two photographs, there was nothing useful at all.
One photo was of Yinsen.
The other was of Jimmy.
Jimmy's photo had a red X drawn across it.
"What does this mean?" Jimmy said, turning the photo over in his hands, "Am I a target marked for elimination?"
Ring~ Ring ~
A phone started ringing from beneath the vehicle.
Jimmy crouched down and pulled out a phone from under the car.
The screen displayed one word.
Boss.
Jimmy answered the call.
"Boss."
"Why did it take so long to pick up?" the voice snapped, "Did you capture Yinsen, the one who hammered iron in that cave with Tony?"
At that moment, Jimmy placed the phone beside Yinsen.
Yinsen spoke urgently.
"Who are you people, do not hurt Jimmy."
"Hahaha, good," the voice laughed, "kill that annoying kid for me, bring Yinsen back immediately, take him straight to the lab."
"Yes, boss," Jimmy replied calmly, "but we have a small issue right now, we need a more discreet aircraft."
"Damn it, I told you not to use a military airfield," the voice growled, "go to Midtown Island, there is a small private Stark airstrip there, board the plane and leave immediately."
"Understood, boss."
The call ended.
Sigh~
"Uncle Yinsen," Jimmy said quickly, "from that voice, it sounded like Obadiah, he mentioned you and Tony working in a cave together, Tony called that incident the greatest humiliation of his life, He would never tell anyone about it, Something is wrong, Tony is probably in danger, We need to warn him immediately."
Yinsen tried calling Tony.
No connection.
Pepper.
Phone off.
Happy.
Still off.
"Who do we call now," Yinsen muttered.
"Rhodey," Jimmy said, "James Rhodes."
"Yes, yes, him."
Yinsen dialed again.
Still no answer.
"Why is everyone's phone off," Yinsen complained.
"My uncle," Jimmy said calmly while stripping gear from one of the mercenaries, "look at the time, it would be strange if anyone was awake."
"What are you doing?"
"Going back to Los Angeles.
'Tony is in trouble."
"We have to move."
"I am coming too."
"You have no choice but to come," Jimmy replied, "but not like this, I will handle it; Do not change clothes, do not bring a gun, it would be useless."
Jimmy worked quickly.
He bound the mercenaries tightly.
Dislocated their jaws.
Stuffed cloth into their mouths.
Then he pulled out a heavy restraint strap and secured Yinsen.
He jumped into the driver's seat, spun the wheel sharply, and tore down the road toward the Midtown private airstrip.
With Jimmy's reaction speed, once his hands touched the steering wheel and the gear shifted, he drove like a veteran.
"Uncle Yinsen," Jimmy said while driving, "we talk while moving, Right now, I am one of the mercenaries, Two people were injured during the capture, The rest are handling Jimmy's body, The boss wants you urgently, so I am bringing you ahead"
"The others will leave from the military base, Once we land and meet Obadiah, I will restrain him."
Jimmy laid out the plan rapidly.
It was rough.
But it was the best option available.
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As expected, Obadiah had already arranged everything.
The car drove straight through to the runway and stopped beside the aircraft.
"Hurry up and get on," someone said impatiently, "you were not here before, and I have never seen you."
That single sentence swallowed every excuse Jimmy had prepared.
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On the plane, Jimmy lay down and went straight to sleep.
The pilot never came over.
There were no attendants.
The plane landed.
A vehicle pulled directly up to the aircraft door.
Jimmy searched quickly and pulled a cloth hood over Yinsen's head.
"Oh, I forgot to gag him."
Yinsen lowered his voice.
"You little brat, after this is over, your allowance is getting cut in half."
"Fine," Jimmy replied, "my priority is minimizing risk."
"Why did only you come back?" someone demanded, "Where are the others?"
"The intel was wrong," Jimmy answered calmly, "two of our guys got injured, that kid was not simple, things got messy, the rest are cleaning up."
"I told you this team was unreliable, I should not have sent you."
After confirming Yinsen's identity, several men boarded the helicopter and lifted off immediately.
They arrived in a forest clearing surrounded by tents.
The helicopter descended onto an open patch of ground.
"Hey, you are done here," one of them said, "head back, this is our operation now."
"And why is that," Jimmy replied, "I worked hard to bring him back from New York, and now you cut me out."
Something felt wrong.
"No," the man said sharply, "who are you? I know all of Erica's people; I have never seen you. Take off the mask."
His voice rose, and suddenly he raised his gun at Jimmy.
"Damn it," Jimmy said quietly, "so much for negotiation, Yinsen stays here."
"Do not move, or I will shoot."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted.
The sound of bullets tearing into flesh echoed through the camp.
Jimmy did not even bother dodging.
Three claws slid out from his fist.
He charged straight forward.
No cover.
No tactics.
Just force.
Weeks of restraint finally snapped, and the pent-up violence surged out.
For the first time, Jimmy truly understood why Logan fought this way.
There was nothing more satisfying than claws.
His left hand took one man down, then dragged the body forward as a shield.
Using the bullet-ridden corpse as cover, he closed the distance and eliminated the machine gunner.
Someone in the trees tried to fire a rocket launcher.
A throwing blade flew out and dropped him instantly.
Another line rushed forward.
A heavy weapon rotated toward him.
Fragmentation grenades flew.
Jimmy protected his head, eyes, and face and kept moving.
"What is that thing?!"
"What kind of monster moves that fast?!"
"I hit him, oh my God, it did nothing."
"He is a demon! Run!"
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Moments later, the entire camp was littered with bodies.
Jimmy walked step by step toward the leader, who was pulling the trigger on an empty gun.
His clothes were torn to shreds.
Muscles flexed as bullets were pushed out of his body and fell to the ground.
Wounds closed at a visible speed.
Crack!
A scream followed.
Jimmy stomped down and shattered the man's leg.
The claws on his fist gleamed coldly.
"Talk," Jimmy said, "what was your plan?"
Seeing blades emerge from flesh and wounds heal instantly broke the man completely.
"You are a devil, a devil."
Jimmy questioned him for a long time.
Nothing useful came out.
Annoyed, Jimmy slashed him once and turned back toward the helicopter.
He cut Yinsen's restraints, removed the hood, and pulled out the cloth gag.
"I got nothing," Jimmy said, "we need to leave now, many of them had Ten Rings tattoos, this is almost certainly connected to Tony's kidnapping."
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