Lock Parker and the bearded man walked toward the bearded man's car with smiles on their faces, as if they were visiting a friend's house.
If it weren't for the AK pinned to the back of Lock Parker's head, the two would have been more like friends.
As he approached his car, the bearded man's previously gentle smile instantly vanished:
"Now, tell me your bank card details and PIN, or the guy behind you will blow your head off!"
"Tell me, and I might consider letting you go, you Merica idiot!"
As soon as the bearded man gave him a wink, Lock Parker's henchman, who had been holding a gun to his head, immediately cocked his gun, indicating that they were serious.
Click—
Hearing the deathly voice behind him, Lock Parker showed no fear, calmly saying, "You and I both know this is impossible. Even if I reveal the password, you will never let me go, will you?"
Upon hearing this, the bearded man grinned and said, "Yes, but you have no other choice, do you?"
"Really? But I think... I actually do!"
Snap—
Lock Parker slapped his henchman so hard that even the bearded man couldn't see it clearly. The force of the slap was so great that it tore half of the face off and made the henchman who was pointing a gun at him from behind spin his head several times!
Big Beard:!
Before the bearded man and his other men could fire, Lock Parker, who had already memorized the positions of all the terrorists, crossed his arms and shot out several strands of silk from his sides, accurately binding every terrorist around him except for the bearded man, who was surrounding him!
He then grabbed all the spider silk with his left hand and pulled it back forcefully, sending all the terrorists bound by the silk flying into the air toward him. At the same time, he clenched his right fist and swung out a powerful punch!
Puff puff puff puff —
After several piercing sounds, the terrorists that Lock Parker had pulled back were skewered on his arm like candied hawthorns!
The only difference is that candied hawthorns are dripping with syrup, while they are dripping with blood.
Lock Parker casually tossed aside the lingering bodies clinging to his hand, raised his bloodied hand, grabbed the bearded man by the neck, and lifted hip, smiling slightly:
"Now, I'll ask, and you answer, OK?"
The bearded man kicked his legs wildly in mid-air, glanced behind Lock Parker, and spat out through gritted teeth, "Fuck you, die, you American!"
Click!
A clear cocking sound rang out, and without turning around, Lock Parker knew it was the sound of the machine gun in the jeep being readied.
Lock Parker couldn't possibly have missed the fact that there was still a driver in their jeep.
But that posed no threat to him at all.
With one hand holding the bearded man and the other gripping the chassis of his Jeep, Lock Parker unleashed three times the strength of a normal Spider-Man, throwing the entire Jeep at a speed faster than the terrorist on the other side could pull the trigger!
Rumble——————
The two cars collided with a loud bang, and flames shot into the sky!
Lock Parker, being a true man, naturally had no intention of looking back at the explosion.
Instead, he grinned at the dazed bearded man whose eyes were filled with the flames of the explosion: "Now, tell me what I want to know, and maybe I can consider letting you go."
Upon hearing this, the bearded man felt even more desperate.
Isn't that exactly what he just said?
Did he intend to let the other person go just now?
Obviously not...
So now that the other party has said this, do you think they can let you off the hook?
Obviously, that's not possible either...
In the end, Lock Parker still managed to get the coordinates of the Ten Rings' territory from the bearded man.
The bearded man originally didn't intend to answer; since he was going to die anyway, why should he answer the other person's question before he died?
So when faced with Lock Parker's question, the bearded man told him to eat shit!
But coincidentally, Lock Parker had read about the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty in his previous life, which were a cure for all kinds of stubbornness.
While it's impossible to use all ten of the most cruel tortures here, some of the simpler ones are still feasible.
For example, the simplest forms of torture include slow slicing and skinning.
So when Lock Parker slowly sliced the flesh from one of the bearded man's arms into thin slices with hundreds of cuts, and skillfully peeled off the skin from the other arm, even the ruthless bearded man with several bullet wounds couldn't take the torture anymore. He betrayed not only the Ten Rings but even his own mother.
And Lock Parker wasn't as untrustworthy as the bearded man; he genuinely didn't kill him.
He simply threw the bearded man, whose hand was cut like a squirrel fish and whose other hand had no skin and exposed muscles, onto the yellow sand and covered him with breadcrumbs.
Whether the bearded man could survive until someone found him and treated him in the sparsely populated, scorching, and poorly equipped Afghan desert was no longer Lock Parker's concern.
However, judging from the way the bearded man was writhing in pain in the sand as he drove away, he probably wouldn't make it until rescue arrived...
Two days later...
It has to be said that the Ten Rings gang really took Tony quite a distance. It took Lock Parker two whole days to find that damned cave in the hard-to-navigate desert of Afghanistan!
No wonder the U.S. military couldn't find Tony after searching for so long.
However, Lock Parker did not act immediately. Instead, he waited quietly on a high hilltop while observing the Ten Rings with binoculars.
The observation, naturally, referred to observing the number of members of the Ten Rings Gang and their guard duty.
The Ten Rings Gang is not some small-scale brawl between gangs in Hell's Kitchen. The terrorists in Afghanistan are much more formidable, armed with everything from rifles to rocket-propelled grenades, and all of them are high-end Stark products!
Lock Parker had no desire to test the power of Stark Industries' weaponry.
After all, there's a saying in Marvel: "Anything Stark makes is bound to be a masterpiece!"
According to Lock Parker's own test of his current physical strength, without wearing a suit, he was able to lodge small-caliber bullets outside his muscles, resulting in superficial wounds within his skin.
Rifles could already penetrate iis muscles, and if he were hit repeatedly, there was even a risk of tearing his muscles.
Further up, large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifles, high-powered bombs, or rockets could pose a potentially lethal threat to him.
Although wearing the high-tech suit would enhance his defense, Lock Parker still didn't intend to risk being hit by heavy weaponry and planned to wait until it got dark—his home time—to take action.
Once it got dark, with his speed and the thermal vision of his suit, he was confident that the Ten Rings wouldn't even be able to touch a hair on his head before he could take them all down!
So after determining the approximate number of people in the Ten Rings and the distribution of the guards, Lock Parker put away his binoculars, leaned against the hill, and closed his eyes to rest.
With his Spider-Sense present, Lock Parker didn't need to worry about danger at all, even in such an unstable environment, and could sleep peacefully.
But on the other hand, while Lock Parker was enjoying a peaceful nap, Tony was in a terrible situation...
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