Who is Musk?

After gunning down the bearded man, Du Mu hurried to the side of the fallen Yinsen.

Following the fierce struggle just moments ago, Yinsen's injuries had clearly worsened; his breathing grew increasingly shallow, his gaze began to glaze over, and his face seemed to bear the invisible, crimson mark of death.

Yinsen struggled to speak, his voice as thin as a gossamer thread: "I'm not going to make it. Please, tell Tony, don't waste..."

"Save the sentimental lines for yourself."

Du Mu rudely cut off Yinsen's final words, a green bottle suddenly appearing in his hand.

He twisted off the cap and poured the liquid inside, all at once, onto Yinsen's... hands.

Yinsen: "?"

I'm on the verge of breathing my last, and you're washing my hands?

Just as Yinsen felt utterly bewildered, a strange, itching sensation suddenly radiated from his chest.

He looked down instinctively, only to see the fatal gunshot wounds on his torso healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

[Item: Biochemical Hand Sanitizer]

[Effect: Instantly heals most injuries; even severed limbs can be easily reattached.]

[Evaluation: Wash up for better health.]

"This... how is this possible?"

Yinsen sat up, touching his unscathed chest in disbelief.

If not for the bloodstains and bullet holes remaining on his clothes, he would have almost thought he had just experienced a nightmare.

"Nothing is impossible."

Du Mu tossed the empty bottle aside without a hint of regret.

He had a massive stockpile of such healing items in his game inventory; he couldn't possibly use them all.

At this moment, the system's notification chime rang out.

[Side quest "Save Yinsen" completed!]

[Rewards: 1000 EXP, Tony Stark favorability +20, Item "Pure Iron Poke Ball"]

[Item: Pure Iron Poke Ball (A Poke Ball weighing 100KG; only the spirits that survive are worthy of being captured.)]

"As expected of a quest issued by a main storyline character, the rewards are generous."

Du Mu nodded with satisfaction.

Indeed, following the main plot was the true path to success; it was far more efficient than grinding daily tasks.

Clang... clang...

Accompanied by heavy, slightly clumsy metallic footsteps, a suit of Steel Armor welded from crude iron plates emerged from the tunnel.

The faceplate of the Steel Armor flipped upward, revealing Tony's face, which was a mixture of anxiety and sweat.

"I finally found you guys."

Seeing Yinsen safe and sound, Tony let out a sigh of relief, then immediately asked, "By the way, where are those terrorists?"

"Aren't they all lying right here?"

Du Mu gestured to the surroundings with his chin.

Hearing this, Tony shifted his gaze, and the scene before him made him gasp.

Corpses lay scattered in every direction; each terrorist had a bloody hole in the center of their forehead, with red and white fluids pooling on the ground, looking exceptionally gruesome in the dim light!

Tony looked at Du Mu in shock: "Did you do all this?"

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

Du Mu waved his hand modestly.

Tony gasped; Du Mu had actually taken out so many terrorists single-handedly. This level of skill was simply inconceivable!

But he was a man who never admitted defeat, so he didn't show his shock on his face. Instead, he said in a flippant tone, "Listen, James Bond, your mission is finished. Leave the rest to me."

With that, Tony lowered his faceplate and strode out of the cave in his Steel Armor.

Outside the cave, dozens of terrorists were already standing by, each holding new-model firearms produced by Stark Industries, their muzzles aimed directly at the cave entrance.

The moment the Steel Armor appeared, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the bald, burly man in charge, and he gave the order without hesitation:

"Fire!!"

As the command rang out, the terrorists pulled their triggers in unison.

Rat-tat-tat--!

Gunfire shrieked, and bullets poured onto the Steel Armor like a torrential downpour, creating a dense, ear-piercing clatter of impacts.

Facing such ferocious, concentrated firepower, even Tony, encased in his Steel Armor, was shaken to his core, cursing wildly in his mind!

Using weapons he designed himself to attack him—it was just too damn bullying!

But strangely, despite the two obvious gaps in the eye sockets of Tony's steel faceplate, not a single bullet ever flew toward them, as if the bullets had eyes and were automatically avoiding those spots. It was quite miraculous.

"My turn!"

Tony roared and raised his arms, two clusters of scorching flames instantly erupting and sweeping toward the gathering of terrorists!

The men at the very front were unable to dodge in time; they were instantly engulfed by the flames, letting out shrill, miserable screams.

Seeing his side being forced back repeatedly by Tony's flamethrowers, the burly bald man's face turned livid, and he bellowed, "Heavy machine guns! Suppressive fire!"

High up in the valley, several heavy machine guns that had already been set up quickly shifted their muzzles, pouring ammunition madly toward Tony!

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat--!!

The high-caliber bullets sparked countless times against the Steel Armor, the powerful impact pinning Tony firmly in place.

Worse still, a stray bullet happened to snap the tread connection on the Steel Armor's right leg, causing Tony to uncontrollably drop to one knee, unable to move at all.

"Damn it!"

Tony thought to himself, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Although this hastily built Steel Armor had strong defensive capabilities, it lacked flexibility and its means of attack were already limited; once it lost mobility, he was no different from a turtle pulling its head into its shell.

The burly bald man keenly noticed Tony's predicament, a ferocious grin appearing on his face as he shouted sharply, "Prepare the anti-tank rocket launcher! Blow this damn tin can to pieces for me!"

So what if it can withstand bullets?

He didn't believe that an anti-tank rocket launcher produced by Stark Industries couldn't blast open this iron tortoise!

Seeing a terrorist hoist an anti-tank rocket launcher and aim the muzzle steadily at him, Tony couldn't help but swallow hard.

He knew the power of his own company's weapons better than anyone; there was absolutely no way this Steel Armor could withstand the blast of an anti-tank rocket. If that shell hit, he was afraid he'd end up as Tony-paste.

Bang!

Just at this Thousand Jun moment, a crisp gunshot pierced through the clamor!

The head of the terrorist carrying the rocket launcher exploded on cue, and the anti-tank rocket launcher in his hands fell to the ground.

Tony looked back and saw Du Mu standing not far away, holding a pistol.

"Listen, Elon Musk, your part ends here. Leave the rest to me."

Who is Elon Musk?

Tony was momentarily confused, but with the crisis imminent, he couldn't afford to dwell on it and immediately yelled at Du Mu, "Get back! Their firepower is too heavy!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Du Mu not only didn't retreat, but calmly put away his pistol.

Immediately following, under Tony's ghost-seeing gaze, a six-barreled Gatling gun with an extremely cool design and a cold metallic luster appeared in his hands!

"How does this compare to mine?"

"What the f*ck!?"

Tony was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Where did he pull such a big, thick thing out from!?