The moment he emerged from the cave, he activated the flamethrowers mounted on Mark I's arms. They belched scorching flames at the terrorists, who were firing wildly at him.
The flames, which reached a blistering 1,000 degrees, quickly charred the terrorists.
These terrorists were undoubtedly just like the Japanese in '45. By now, they were seeing familiar faces everywhere.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The terrorists who were still alive rained bullets on Mark I with guns of all calibers.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The bullets struck Mark I with a pleasant metallic clatter. Unfortunately, they didn't do much; they couldn't penetrate its defenses.
The impacts left Tony's ears ringing, but he felt he could still take it.
But the moment Tony saw the terrorists pull out an RPG without any regard for fair play, his confidence vanished.
Mark I's defenses were limited. Much of the armor's exterior lacked protection, and it would likely go down in one hit from an RPG.
Even if Mark I got lucky and wasn't blown apart by the first shot, a few more would produce such powerful vibrations that Tony could be shaken to death inside.
So when he saw the terrorists' RPGs, Tony promptly gave in and shouted, "Dad Hao~~ No, Uncle Hao, help!!"
Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Tony yelled, Hao Shuai didn't appear.
With at least two RPGs aimed at him, Tony spotted the weapons depot outside the cave, packed with mortars, cannons, and all kinds of missiles. A sudden inspiration struck, and he sprayed it with 1,000-degree flames.
At the same time, afraid of getting caught in the blast, Tony hurriedly activated Mark I's flight system.
Two thick jets of flame burst from Mark I's feet, carrying Tony straight into the sky and off into the distance.
Two thick jets of flame burst