Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away, dozens of fully armed soldiers were searching for something in a desolate desert.
They were all carrying shovels and searching for something. Quite a few metal components had been dug up and carried one by one to a pickup truck.
One of them was digging through the sand and had already caught sight of a tiny bit of it.
A minute later, he finally pulled the component out. Quite a bit of sand was still lodged inside it.
He held it high, and the wind blew the sand away. It turned out to be the steel faceplate of the Mark I.
A bald man wearing sunglasses turned around. It was clear that the right side of his head, including his ear, had suffered severe burns. He was none other than the bald leader from the cave.
Another week passed, and Los Angeles welcomed a wave of tourists.
Leo had come here with Aunt May and Uncle George.
"Leo, same as always. You have three days this time. Do you have any plans?" Uncle George asked as he rubbed Leo's head.
"Let's go have fun at Universal Studios and Disneyland first. Then how about we go to Malibu to see the ocean?"
George glanced at Jenny. "All right, let's go. First stop, Disneyland!"
He scooped Leo up, and the three of them happily ran outside. Even the tourists nearby opened their mouths and laughed when they saw them.
"Sir, I've detected that Leo and his parents arrived at Los Angeles International Airport three minutes ago." J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice suddenly rang out.
Tony, who was devoting himself to manufacturing the leg components for the Mark II, paused mid-motion.
"Leo? What's he doing in Los Angeles? J.A.R.V.I.S., keep me updated on their itinerary."
"Yes, sir. According to