Escape

Chen Haoran had been slammed into the ground, his body embedded deep in the earth.

"Ah!! I think my ribs are broken!!" Chen Haoran groaned softly from the pothole in the road.

Above ground, Rogers and Natasha were also walking toward the spot where Chen Haoran had fallen.

A large sniper rifle weighing dozens of kilograms looked as light as a feather in Natasha's hands. Though she was definitely not as accurate as Barton, she was by no means inferior to a professional sniper.

Rogers still had one hand clenched around his shield. The red light on its surface gradually faded, and aside from the insignia on the shield becoming slightly blurred, it had suffered no damage.

"Sir, all three scanning methods have failed. I'm unable to accurately identify the person in the flames. According to common knowledge, no living organism can survive in flames of such a high temperature while retaining its full form."

J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke calmly.

A blurry humanoid projection appeared before Tony, but the face of the figure within was completely unclear. It was even impossible to directly identify who it was.

"Interesting. Looks like I need to upgrade the armor's scanning system." Tony was not particularly surprised by this.

After all, he had already seen the temperature displayed on the screen—3,587 degrees Fahrenheit—and had roughly judged the scanning system of the Mark 43.

The figure descended several meters. The gleaming metallic form appeared before everyone, eliciting cheers from the onlookers gathered along the street.

Perhaps in the past, Tony would have thoroughly enjoyed such cheers and might even have arrogantly waved at them.

But now, Tony was not thinking about any of that. While enjoying the cheers of the crowd, he also had to find an appropriate way to resolve the problem.

Chen Haoran's injuries were