Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars

Whoosh!

Saitama disappeared. A few seconds after he vanished, only then did the fine yellow sand begin to swirl. This was probably the real-life depiction of the legend: "If I move fast enough, even the sandstorm can't catch me."

After Saitama disappeared, Skye quickly opened her map, looking at the tracking signal.

On the electronic map, a small red dot was moving. Of course, it didn't look very fast on the map, but if you zoomed in, the speed of that red dot was quite astonishing. Even a fully-accelerated jeep couldn't keep up with its tail.

"Good, this is the speed we need. Even if luck isn't on our side, or the direction is wrong, with this speed, it'll take at most three to five days to cover the entire Middle East without missing a spot. We'll definitely find Tony Stark, as long as he's alive." Skye said confidently, her eyes darting around, her face animated. She could almost see a hundred million dollars waving at her.

Meanwhile, Saitama was charging forward in a straight line. Whether it was sand dunes or any other obstacle, under Saitama's feet, it was no different from flat ground. With a whoosh, he had already traveled kilometers, even tens of kilometers.

In a dark cave, dim light cast an orange glow, bringing a bit of warmth to the cold cavern.

Inside the cave were two people, both middle-aged men. Both men had grim expressions and dark circles under their eyes, with bloodshot pupils. They were suffering not only physical discomfort but also mental torment.

"It's finally finished." Tony Stark looked at a crude little device, made with rudimentary tools, and let out a sigh, a faint smile of relief appearing on his face.

"Tony, are you sure this thing is okay? And its main material is palladium, which is highly toxic to the human body." Yinsen looked at the small object, about the size of a fist, and said with some concern.

"Don't worry, Yinsen. It's fine. Besides, in this environment, it's much better than me having to hold onto a battery stolen from some electric scooter every day." Tony looked down at the electric scooter battery connected to his chest, a very crude electromagnet device that held the fragments of the Jericho Missile pieces away from his heart.

To be honest, this electromagnet made from a stolen electric scooter battery had saved his life, but it was too crude, too ugly, and lacked any technological sophistication. It simply didn't befit Tony Stark.

"Alright. Under these conditions, this is all we can do." Yinsen shook his head, sighed, and then helped Tony insert the device into his body.

"Urgh~ Ah~ Oh~ Ooh..." Tony made strange noises until the device was fully placed inside him.

Yinsen wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Tony, the sounds you were making were really, uh, quite unique. I'm definitely not doing this again."

"Don't worry, Yinsen, never again. I will never let another man enter my body again," Tony vowed.

Yinsen rolled his eyes. "How does it feel?"

"Great, better than ever. I feel like a robot with a new battery."

"That's good. So, what's next?"

"This is what we do next." Tony stacked the draft papers together and shone a focused light on them. The image of a robot appeared before Tony and Yinsen.

"Oh, this is—"

"Shh, this is the Jericho Missile. A powerful missile I created." Fearing they were being monitored—no, it was normal for them to be monitored—Tony was worried about his true intentions being discovered.

Just then, the terrorists outside sensed something was wrong and rushed in. Tony quickly scrambled the draft papers.

"What are you doing? Speak, what are you doing?"

"We're making the Jericho Missile. Really, we're just making the Jericho Missile."

"Then tell me, what is this? What is this?" The terrorist pointed at the removed electromagnet and then at Tony's chest.

"An electromagnet. It's just an electromagnet. We need to modify it, otherwise Tony has to hold a battery all day and can't work. We're just making a new battery so Tony can focus more on making the Jericho Missile and improve his work efficiency," Yinsen explained loudly.

The uneducated terrorist looked at Yinsen and Tony suspiciously. Seeing the terrorist looking at him, Tony quickly forced a smile, trying his best to appear harmless and non-threatening. It had to be said, the original Tony Stark, the boss of Stark Industries, Tony Stark who had lived a life of luxury since childhood, had to change in this situation. His current appearance was truly... pathetic.

"Hmph!" The terrorist snorted and turned to leave.

Yinsen and Tony let out a collective sigh of relief. It was good they didn't get their heads dunked in water this time. But then, their eyes became determined. They had to make their Iron Suit quickly and escape this godforsaken place.

"Hello, excuse me, do you know where Mr. Hundred Million Dollars is being held?" Saitama encountered a group of people armed with various weapons on the road. They might have been terrorists or someone else, but Saitama didn't care. He walked up and asked directly.

For Saitama, this was probably as normal as asking for directions when lost.

"Glibberish glibberish..."

Well, they couldn't understand each other's languages. These people didn't understand what Saitama was saying, and Saitama didn't understand what they were saying.

Finally, due to the language barrier, the terrorists pulled out their guns and fired a few shots at Saitama. Saitama flashed and then threw a punch—

So, you see, communication is very important. If both sides could understand each other's words, well, the outcome probably wouldn't have been any different...