S.H.I.E.L.D.

Under Tony and Yinsen's watchful eyes, Roy opened his mouth and spewed a stream of orange-yellow flames.

At first, the flames were only as thick as a finger.

As they traveled farther, the flames surged into a fan-shaped sea of fire dozens of meters wide, descending from the sky and engulfing nearly half the valley.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The missiles and shells struck by Majestic Destroyer Flame exploded one after another, and the thunderous blasts instantly echoed throughout the valley.

A normal Majestic Destroyer Flame would not have possessed such tremendous power.

The reason Roy's Majestic Destroyer Flame was so powerful was simple: what he had used was the "Madara Uchiha version" of Majestic Destroyer Flame.

Before the explosions in the valley could intensify further, Roy stopped using Majestic Destroyer Flame and controlled the Sand Cloud to fly out of the valley.

Tony and Yinsen stared at the explosions in the valley, unable to calm themselves for a long time.

Although they knew Roy was a superhuman, they were still shocked when they saw him breathe fire like a legendary dragon.

Roy ignored their shock.

After controlling the Sand Cloud to fly for more than ten kilometers, he had it descend onto the desert.

The Sand Cloud did not consume much chakra.

His chakra was enough to support the Sand Cloud all the way to the U.S. military base.

But he had no intention of doing that.

Unless something unexpected happened, the explosions in the valley had already attracted the attention of the U.S. military base.

In other words, all they had to do was wait here.

"Why did we stop flying?"

"Can't you fly long distances?"

The moment they landed in the desert, Tony asked.

"No. I'm just lazy and don't feel like wasting any more energy."

Roy responded.

After saying that, he took several items from the System Space.

A patio umbrella, three beach loungers, an outdoor cooler, and a pair of sunglasses.

He put on the sunglasses, sat down in one of the beach loungers, opened the cooler beside him, and took out a can of chilled beer.

"If you want one, get it yourself."

Roy said to Tony and Yinsen.

After looking over the things he had taken out, Tony asked, "Is this one of your superpowers too?"

"Yes."

Roy responded.

The System Space was not a superpower, but a storage function that came with the system.

However, he did not think there was any need to tell Tony the truth.

Tony came over and sat beside him, took two cans of beer from the cooler, and handed one to Yinsen.

Then he popped open the tab and took several huge gulps.

Amazing!

Having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he discovered for the first time in his life that cheap beer tasted this good when chilled.

"Are you planning to wait here for the military to come?"

Tony was no fool and quickly guessed what Roy had in mind.

"That's right."

Roy nodded.

"Aren't you afraid the military will find out you're a superhuman and send people to arrest you?"

Tony continued.

Hearing that, Roy replied with a smile, "The United States government and military aren't as powerful as you think."

"I can't completely erase the United States from the map yet, but turning the list of top government and military officials into a death list wouldn't be difficult."

"Speaking of which, after the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. learned I was a superhuman, they once tried to capture me in secret."

"But after seeing my abilities, they abandoned that idea and paid a rather substantial amount in compensation."

S.H.I.E.L.D.?

What kind of agency was that?

Tony immediately frowned.

Although Stark Industries mainly worked with the military, as a famous entrepreneur and billionaire in the United States, he dealt with the government quite often as well.

Yet he had never heard the name S.H.I.E.L.D.

"What kind of agency is S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Tony asked.

"You'll find out later."

Roy reclined on the beach lounger.

Time passed bit by bit.

Less than half an hour later, the roar of helicopters came from the distant sky.

Roy removed his sunglasses and looked toward the sound, spotting two Black Hawk helicopters.

After confirming that the people who had come were from the U.S. military, he stood up and returned the sunglasses, beach loungers, cooler, and patio umbrella to the System Space.

Under their watchful eyes, the Black Hawk helicopters drawn by the valley explosions quickly landed.

Colonel Rhode led a squad of fully armed soldiers running toward him and Yinsen.

When he arrived before Tony, Rhode said, "Still riding in your fun Jeep?"

Tony smiled but said nothing.

Rhode glanced at Roy and Yinsen standing beside Tony and asked, "And these two are?"

Without any hesitation, Tony briefly introduced Roy and Yinsen.

After hearing the introductions, Rhode immediately frowned and looked at Roy with a guarded expression.

There was nothing much to say about Yinsen. One look was enough to tell that, like Tony, he was an unfortunate victim of kidnapping.

As for Roy...

Rhode was not surprised that Pepper had secretly hired someone to rescue Tony.

After all, Pepper was Tony's personal secretary and one of the very few people Tony trusted.

But he had not expected Roy to be a private detective.

A mere private detective had accomplished in one go what the military had failed to do for three months: accurately locating Tony and rescuing him single-handedly.

No matter how he looked at it, something was seriously wrong.

Although he did not know how Roy had done it, now was obviously not the right time to ask.

"Let's head back to the base first."

Rhode said to Tony.

"Okay."

Tony nodded.

An hour later.

U.S. military base.

Tony and Yinsen were taken to the infirmary for examinations.

As for Roy.

Rhode brought him to a small room of just over ten square meters.

There was very little furniture inside, only a table and two chairs.

Although there was no sign on the door, the moment Roy saw the room's layout, he knew it was an interrogation room.

Under Rhode's watchful gaze, Roy calmly sat down.

"You're definitely not a private detective. Who exactly are you?"

Rhode sat across from Roy and asked seriously.

"I am indeed a private detective."

"It's just that my range of business is much broader than you imagine, and my fees are much higher too."

"As for who I really am?"

"I'm not trying to provoke you, but at your current rank, you don't have access to classified military files concerning my identity. If you insist on getting to the bottom of it, you'll only damage your own career."

Roy said unhurriedly.

Rhode's expression instantly became incredibly ugly.

Before bringing Roy into the room, he had deliberately searched the military database for Roy's files.

Then he saw the notification: "Insufficient clearance. Access denied."

Roy ignored Rhode's grim expression and continued, "Let me tell you what is going to happen next, so you can be prepared."

"Very soon, someone will knock on the door and call you out."

"Then you'll be taken to meet someone whose military rank or official position is far higher than yours."

"First, he'll congratulate you on bringing Tony Stark back to the base alive and saving the military's face. You'll receive the corresponding commendation."

"Then he'll tell you very seriously not to conduct any investigation into me without authorization from your superiors."

"You'll ask why and voice your suspicions about me."

"For example, that I might be working with the terrorists, or that I might even be the mastermind behind everything."

"He'll interrupt you and tell you with utmost seriousness that this is an order!"

"And in the end, you'll have no choice but to obey."

Rhode fell silent.

Not long after, just as Roy had said, a knock sounded at the door.