Chapter 289 The Winter Soldier: Tony Stark
Tony was awakened by the pain.
The alien who had grabbed him threw him roughly to the ground, and the uneven rocks squeezed his broken arm - now it looked like a broken branch, still held together by tough skin.
He was sweating all over his head from the pain, and his teeth were almost broken. The sweat stuck the dust on the ground to his face.
After that, he gradually felt numb, and it seemed as if he had completely lost feeling in his left hand, as if something soft was hanging on his shoulder. He looked down and saw that his entire arm had turned black. There was so much dirty blood that it made him dizzy.
Even in this situation, Tony knew clearly that if he delayed any longer, his arm might not be saved, and he might even lose his life because of it.
He immediately wanted to call for help, and when he glanced around, he saw several feet stuck together.
One of the blue-gray-skinned Sakaar looked at the scavengers with dissatisfaction: "Mitchell, why did you bring this kind of stuff to me?"
After Saka entered a new era, the scavengers on the planet did not disappear, because a large amount of garbage was still there. These things were both garbage and wealth. If one was lucky, if one could find precious things and hand them over to the imperial capital, one could become rich overnight.
But whether in the past or now, people like Tony Stark are not worthless.
This guy doesn't look like he has any special abilities, and he has a crippled hand. He's worthless whether he's placed in the arena or thrown into a mine, and no one would be willing to buy him.
A year or two ago, he still had some value. That was to kill him and give him to everyone to change their appetite. It could barely be considered a meal of meat.
But now, the Tiangong has ruled Sakaar and has enacted a number of laws. Any creature with advanced intelligence is now considered inedible. In addition, now is not the same as before. Even scavengers have enough to eat. After the planet's recovery, the output of grain and livestock has increased a lot. No one will risk eating an alien of unknown origin.
Who knows if the other person has any infectious disease, or if there are toxins in some part of the body.
That white pig looks like it has been given a lot of drugs...
"You've come here for nothing! Mitchell, I won't spend a penny on a disabled person!" The owner of the mine was a Sakaar. He shook his head coldly and glanced at Tony without any mercy. "I dare say that this kind of guy can't do anything in the mine, and I still have to feed him. It's a waste! Those prisoners are much stronger than him. I think it's unnecessary for you to bring him here!"
"You can't say that, Baker. I'm already there, so I can't go back for nothing... Besides, I'm already here... How about this, I don't want the money anymore, just give me a bag of Amber Oki fruit, and I'll trade it for the fruit."
The scavenger Mitchell scratched his head. His messy hair seemed to be full of lice, and he looked like a thief who had come away with nothing.
"If not, just feed him to the giant beast. He fell from the wormhole anyway, so if he dies, he dies."
"A bag of amber okki fruit... OK." The gray Sakaar pinched his chin, thought for a moment, and showed a reluctant expression, "But, Mitchell, I have to say, next time if you find someone strong, don't forget me."
"Of course, of course... Um, what's the noise... The boy seems to have woken up?"
Tony heard a commotion. The injury on his arm made his physical condition very bad and his vision was still blurry, but at least he knew that his life was probably saved for the time being.
He raised his head and saw rows of footsteps moving towards him. The two people leading the group were naturally Mitchell and the Sakaar mine owner - Tony knew that he would probably have to work for him in the days to come.
"No matter what price he paid, since he bought me, I'm afraid he won't let me die easily..."
He thought this was a good opportunity for him to ask for help.
Next, you should demonstrate your value and then get the opportunity to have an equal dialogue with the other party.
Tony is very confident about this aspect.
No matter what the situation is, a person's intelligence and his real talents will not betray him, and he can always find a way out with his own wisdom.
As long as he seizes this opportunity, he may be able to use their power to contact the Heavenly Union, contact Bent, and save the earth!
His brain became increasingly dizzy, but his consciousness and thoughts were clear.
Seeing the two men approaching, he opened his mouth to ask for help, his voice weak and hoarse: "Save me... I can help you, I'm a scientist..."
He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
The Sakaar man kicked Tony on the left shoulder, causing the already injured Tony to roll on the ground for several times. His originally curled up body was now spread out like a dead dog, and his left arm was twisted and swung to the side.
Then he picked up a huge rusty axe and raised it high above his head, the shadow of the axe covering Lord Tony's painful face.
"You are supposed to do things for me. You are my property!"
After saying that, he swung the axe down violently—dirty blood gushed out, and a thing that was not much better than a twist of dough flew out.
"what!!!"
Pain instantly spread throughout Tony's body from the cut on his shoulder. He curled up and reached out to try to pinch his wound, but there was nothing there. Only blood instantly dyed half of his body red. His throat was hoarse as if it was broken.
In addition to the physical pain, what made Tony feel even more painful and difficult to accept was that he had lost one of his arms forever.
"Annoying thing!" Baker looked at him with disgust, took out a bottle of something that looked like insecticide, and sprayed a stream of cold white mist towards the wound on Tony's left shoulder. The bleeding stopped instantly, and then he turned his head and ordered the other people: "Give him an arm, use one from the garbage dump, and then throw him into the mine!"
As he said this, Baker kicked Tony's chopped-off arm to the side with disgust, making a "tsk tsk" sound with his mouth.
Then a creature like an alien dog jumped out from somewhere, opened its mouth full of fangs, and swallowed the arm along with the bones in a few bites.
Tony just watched helplessly as the vicious dog ate his left hand in a few bites.
Then, several red-skinned and gray-skinned people came over, dragged Tony's legs and took him away. He didn't even have time to say a complete sentence, but the look he gave the Sakaar man was filled with hatred.
……
After that, he arrived at a mine on Sakaar.
Here, many people are wearing prison uniforms, crowded in the cold and damp cells of the mine, and survive on a yellow fruit given by the mine owner every day.
The cells here don’t even have a wooden bed. They are just covered with a layer of straw like a pigsty, which can barely be considered a place to sleep.
He was already very tired, with a rusty arm crudely attached to his left shoulder, making him look like a low-profile version of the Winter Soldier.
More importantly, he didn't know if it was an immune response, or if the rust had pierced his skin and caused tetanus, or if it was simply inflammation. In short, half of his body was in excruciating pain. If he could pass out, it might be better, but the pain and hatred made his brain extremely clear. How could he, Tony Stark, have ever suffered such humiliation?
Even in the Middle East back then, those terrorists would have done everything they could to keep him alive if they needed his help, but that gray-skinned guy treated him like a lowly slave, as brutally as he had treated the black slaves centuries ago.
Of course, Tony was also very clear that the other party cutting off his arm actually saved his life.
Otherwise, if the injury to his arm was not treated for a long time, it would quickly become infected and lead to his death.
It was just that his left hand could clearly still be healed, but that guy chopped it off so brutally. All of a sudden, what he thought was heaven turned into hell, and what he thought was hope turned into despair. It was hard for him to accept.
He leaned against the corner of the cell with his legs bent. The pain paralyzed his body. He said nothing and watched the rest of the people imprisoned here out of the corner of his eye.
Most of them were blue-skinned aliens, and there were some red-skinned guys who looked very similar to the ones who brought him here. In his opinion, these aliens were no different except for their skin color.
While Tony was observing the others, these images had already been synchronized to Earth.
Seeing Tony Stark suffer such torture and lose a hand, and not knowing how much pain he would face in the future, people's hatred for him suddenly decreased a lot.
After all, although many of them went to prison because of Ultron, in the final analysis, prisons on Earth are just like that. They have a balanced diet every day and regulated working hours. As long as they behave themselves, there will be no problem until they are released.
No matter how bad the prison environment is, at least there is a bed...
But Tony Stark's situation is much worse, and no one knows how many days he can survive.
This is also why Pepper went to Bant specifically to plead for Tony.
She was really afraid that Tony would die on Sakaar.
Having suffered such serious injuries on the first day alone, she couldn't even imagine how much Tony would suffer in the days that followed.
……
Earth.
Primus.
After Ultron was dealt with, the original order was restored here.
Wanda released the mind control of everyone and made them forget their past when they had obeyed Ultron's orders, even though Ultron had never given them any orders in the first place.
They are not worthy of Ultron's attention.
In short, relying on the ability of mind control, Wanda and Quicksilver removed themselves from the incident to avoid being used by people with ulterior motives to attack them, which would lead to any rumors that were unfavorable to the Heavenly Union or Primus.
It can be said that no one has noticed this so far, including a certain demoted god.
Today, Thor has adapted to life on Earth.
He put aside his arrogance as a God, and with the help of Jane Foster, slowly began to accept everything on Earth.
In this time and space, he is not the Thor in the main universe who has only a vague understanding of the Earth, but more like a native New Yorker.
He knew what email was. He used the salary from his job as a security guard in Primus to buy himself a cell phone and a computer. After get off work, he would drink a bottle of cold beer with Foster, and then sit on the sofa and stay up late watching a large group of people fighting for the black and white ball.
For him, the most recent thing was watching Tony Stark’s live broadcast on Sakaar.
Seeing what happened to Tony Stark on Sakaar, he felt very sad.
"Watching Tony Stark again?" Jane Foster saw him lowering his head, looking at his phone with a worried look on his face, and she knew that her blond boy was watching the live broadcast again.
Thor nodded, poured a large can of beer into his stomach in one breath, then crushed the can into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
clang-
Baskets of flattened cans collided with each other.
"If you keep drinking like this, I think you'll gain at least 400 pounds of fat in the future." Jane Foster glared at him, sat on the armrest of the sofa, and rubbed Thor's short golden hair hard.
"I'm beginning to wonder whether it's blood or beer flowing in your veins."
"I just think he is a bit like me." Thor sighed. He did not hide his identity from Jane Foster, but he was no longer the prince of Asgard.
"In that case, it is true." Jane Foster nodded and said, "You both have noble identities. You are the prince of Asgard and should have inherited the throne of the God King. He is the heir to the Stark Group and one of the richest people on Earth. But now, you are exiled to Earth, and he was exiled to the universe by Ultron and ended up in this situation now."
Thor nodded.
Seeing Tony suffer, he did feel a sense of sympathy.
However, immediately afterwards, Thor smiled bitterly and shook his head, grabbed Foster's hand, put it on his face, and said sweetly:
"But his situation is much worse than mine."
"At least I met you. This is my most fortunate thing." The muscular man said these cheesy words. "Besides, I also know that Asgard is extremely safe now. Although Loki has given up the throne, he can pick up Thor's hammer and protect Asgard at any time."
As he said, Thor had no worries.
He has accepted his current fate. As long as his father and mother are safe and sound, and as long as Loki is safe, then what's wrong with him staying here?
But how could fate make his life so smooth?
(End of this chapter)