"Smile, ladies. Relax a little." Tony sat inside the Humvee, swaying from side to side as it drove along, yet not a drop of liquor spilled from the glass in his hand. "Other than being more handsome and richer, I'm no different from an ordinary man. If you want an autograph or a wonderful night together, we can get started right now."
Tony Stark, the United States' most famous Playboy and chairman of the multinational arms giant Stark Industries, was currently squeezed into a Humvee in the convoy with several female soldiers, wearing a greasy grin.
"Mr. Stark, can we really?" The female soldier driving turned around and licked her lips. She might have had Polar Bear or Scandinavian blood. She was nearly two meters tall, and her face was practically made of muscle.
Tony gave an awkward laugh and swallowed with difficulty. "I'll pay you. Just focus on driving."
The beautiful female soldiers sitting beside Tony laughed. The cramped space filled with cheerful energy as they began pestering him with questions, such as why he had suddenly decided to come to the South American rainforest to visit the United Nations peacekeeping force stationed there.
They called themselves a United Nations peacekeeping force, but in reality, they were a United Nations army led by the United States, bringing along a few lackeys to fight a war here. Their goal was to install a new pro-American regime. The old one had become a little too disobedient.
But the other side had also received mysterious assistance. It was a military organization skilled at guerrilla warfare in tropical rainforests, and it supported the original regime.
The CIA believed it might be their old rival, the Polar Bear. Even ten years after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the new Polar Bear had remained