Finding Tony

Day three.

Saitama stood atop a sand dune, gazing at a depression in the distance. How to put it… it felt like he'd stumbled upon a terrorist's base.

The place was well hidden. If Saitama hadn't happened to run here, it would have been impossible to find.

He pressed the communicator to contact Skye.

"What is it, Saitama? Found anything?" Skye's voice came through the communicator.

"I found a pretty hidden place. It might be a terrorist hideout, and maybe Mr. Hundred Million is inside. So, I'm going to take a look." Saitama's expression remained as impassive as ever, as if what lay before him wasn't a terrorist base but an ordinary amusement park.

"Mmm, be careful then. After all, it's a terrorist base, it must be dangerous. If it's too dangerous, Tony Stark can be abandoned for now." Skye's voice held a hint of hesitation. While confident in Saitama, she was still a little worried.

"Oh, oh, oh, I got it." Saitama casually replied, then closed the communicator. His feet moved slightly, kicking up a cloud of yellow sand as Saitama vanished.

"Huh?" A patrolling terrorist frowned slightly, feeling something was off.

"What is it?"

"Nothing." He glanced around, seeing nothing. Besides, this was their base; no one should be coming here. The terrorist shook his head.

"If it's nothing, then patrol properly. This weather is really hot, and there's no wind. I'll go stay in the cave as soon as I finish patrolling."

"Yeah, it's so much cooler in the cave. But speaking of which, there's been quite a bit of commotion around here lately. Many people have been eliminated without a trace. Do you think… maybe special forces from America were sent to find Tony Stark?"

"Get outta here. If America was making such a big fuss, we'd have heard about it already. Even though Tony Stark was captured by us, the American government hasn't reacted much. At most, they've only asked the local military base to look around a bit; they haven't put in much effort. In reality, the ones putting in the effort are just the mercenaries hired by Stark Industries. And the firearms and weapons provided by Stark Industries that the mercenaries are using have all been tampered with, so they can't compare to ours."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's great cooperating with these guys. We don't have to worry about anything, and information just gets delivered to us."

"Yeah!"

Saitama circled the area. He found that while the place didn't look remarkable from the outside, there were actually quite a lot of people inside, hundreds of them.

And most importantly, there were a vast number of weapons here: all sorts of firearms and ammunition, even powerful weapons like rocket launchers and missiles. Hmm, the markings on these weapons seemed to be Stark Industries' logo.

However, Saitama wasn't particularly bothered by this. Weapons, or no weapons, it made no difference to Saitama.

Because his speed was too great, no one noticed him. Even if someone felt something was slightly off, they'd just think a gust of wind had blown past.

Thus, Saitama made a full circuit of the base without anyone discovering him.

Soon, Saitama found a cave that seemed unusual.

How to put it… the guards at this cave seemed a bit too numerous, as if something important or someone was inside.

"Maybe Mr. Hundred Million is inside." The thought flashed through Saitama's mind, and he then zipped inside.

Saitama rushed into the cave. The guards stationed at the entrance didn't even notice him. He stopped before a metal door.

He listened for a moment and heard sounds like hammering. He reached for the Gate of Opening, only to find it jammed from the inside. He applied a little force. Bang, he directly pushed the iron door open.

"We're working hard, we're working hard on the Jericho Missile, but it takes time, it takes time. We're truly doing our best."

The moment Saitama pushed open the Gate of Opening and stepped inside, he heard a string of gibberish that he couldn't understand at all.

Yinsen and Tony were on edge, not understanding why the terrorists were here again. Had they not considered that their arrival would disturb Tony's creation of the Jericho Missile?

However, to suffer less, the moment the door was opened, Yinsen quickly shouted an explanation.

But after Yinsen finished explaining, he was stunned to realize that the person who walked in this time seemed a bit different.

Tony and Yinsen both couldn't help but squint their eyes, as if they had been blinded by a strong light. Their minds instinctively wanted to complain, Are these terrorists crazy? If you're coming, why do you have to shine a spotlight in our eyes?

But after they adjusted slightly and opened their eyes again, they saw a bald young man.

This bald young man had a somewhat vacant expression. The whole person gave off a feeling of being dull, silly, and endearingly clumsy.

Looking at this bald young man, especially the yellow tight suit, white cape, and red gloves he was wearing. Combined with his shiny bald head, Tony felt like he had seen this person somewhere before.

"We're really working hard, not slacking off at all. Really." Yinsen was still explaining.

"Huh?" Saitama dug at his ear. "More of this incomprehensible talk. But I finally found him. That's great." Saitama muttered to himself, his gaze falling on Tony. In Saitama's eyes, Tony appeared exceptionally tall, radiating a glow. The glow of a hundred million dollars. It was a bit too dazzling.

Hearing Saitama's words, Tony couldn't help but freeze, his expression one of disbelief. "You, you're not a terrorist?"

"No. I came to find someone. It's great that I found you. Mr. Hundred Million." Saitama grinned.

"Huh? Mr. Hundred Million? Who? Me?" Tony was a bit bewildered by the title.

"Yes, Mr. Hundred Million, I came for you." Nodding, Saitama took out his communicator and turned it on, trying to contact Skye.

But in this cave, the signal seemed a bit weak, the sound a bit garbled, and he could barely hear what was being said.

"Skye? Skye, can you hear me?"

"Huh? I can't hear you, not clearly at all. Skye, speak louder."

"It's intermittent, I can't hear anything."

Saitama frowned, shouting repeatedly into the communicator.

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