After killing the bearded man, Du Mu hurried over to Yinsen, who lay on the ground.
After that fierce fight, Yinsen's injuries had clearly worsened. His breathing grew fainter, his gaze grew unfocused, and his face looked as though a huge red death sentence had been stamped across it.
Yinsen struggled to speak, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm not going to make it. Please tell Tony not to waste..."
"Save the sentimental lines for yourself."
Du Mu rudely cut off Yinsen's last words. At the same time, a green bottle appeared in his hand.
Then he unscrewed the cap and poured all the liquid onto Yinsen's... hands.
Yinsen: "?"
I'm about to die, and you're washing my hands now? What for?
Just as Yinsen was wondering what was going on, a strange itch suddenly came from his chest.
He instinctively looked down. The several bullet wounds in his chest—the ones that should have been fatal—were rapidly healing before his eyes. In the blink of an eye, they had vanished without a trace.
[Item: Biochemical Hand Sanitizer]
[Effect: Instantly heals most injuries. Even severed hands and feet can be easily reattached.]
[Review: Wash up for better health.]
"H-how is this possible?"
Yinsen sat up and touched his unharmed chest in disbelief.
If not for the bloodstains and bullet holes in his clothes, he would have thought the whole thing had been a nightmare.
"Nothing is impossible."
Du Mu casually tossed away the empty bottle without a hint of regret.
He had stockpiled a huge number of healing items like this in his Game Inventory. He could never use them all.
Just then, the system notification sounded.
[Side Quest "Save Yinsen" complete!]
[Rewards: 1,000 experience points, Tony Stark's favorability +20, item "Pure Iron Poke Ball"]
[Item: Pure Iron Poke Ball (A Poke Ball weighing 100 kg. Only Pokémon that survive deserve to be captured.)]
"No wonder a quest from a main-story character gives such generous rewards."
Du Mu nodded in satisfaction.
Sure enough, following the main story was the way to go. It was far more efficient than grinding daily quests.
Clang... clang...
Accompanied by the heavy, slightly clumsy clank of metal footsteps, a suit of Steel Armor welded together from rough sheets of iron emerged from the passage.
The Steel Armor's faceplate flipped open, revealing Tony's face, slick with sweat and tight with anxiety.
"I finally found you."
Seeing Yinsen safe and sound, Tony breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "By the way, where are the terrorists?"
"They're all over the place."
Du Mu gestured around with his chin.
Tony looked around. The scene made him draw in a sharp breath.
Bodies lay sprawled everywhere. Each terrorist had a bloody hole between the brows, and red and white matter covered the ground. In the dim light, the scene was especially gruesome!
Tony stared at Du Mu in shock. "You did all this?"
"Don't make a fuss."
Du Mu waved a hand modestly.
Tony sucked in a breath. Du Mu had taken out so many terrorists all by himself. His skills were simply unbelievable!
But Tony had never considered himself inferior to anyone. He showed no shock, instead replying in a flippant tone, "Listen, James Bond, your mission is over. I'll take it from here."
With that, Tony lowered the faceplate and strode out of the cave in the Steel Armor.
Outside the cave, dozens of terrorists were already lying in wait. Every one of them held a new model of firearm made by Stark Industries, their muzzles aimed at the entrance.
The moment the Steel Armor appeared, a fierce glint flashed in the bald, burly leader's eyes. He gave the order without hesitation:
"Open fire!!"
At his command, the terrorists all pulled their triggers.
Rat-tat-tat—!
Gunfire shrieked as bullets poured down like a torrential rain, striking the Steel Armor with a dense, ear-splitting clatter.
Even in the Steel Armor, Tony was shaken from head to toe by the barrage. He cursed furiously under his breath!
They were using weapons he'd designed to shoot at him. What a load of bullshit!
Strangely, though Tony's steel faceplate had two conspicuous holes where the eyes should be, not a single bullet flew into them. It was as if the bullets had eyes and automatically dodged the openings. It was downright bizarre.
"My turn!"
Tony roared and raised both arms. Two blazing jets of fire burst forth, sweeping toward the cluster of terrorists!
The men at the front couldn't dodge in time. The flames swallowed them, and they let out bloodcurdling screams.
Seeing their side driven back again and again by Tony's flamethrowers, the bald leader's face turned ashen. He roared, "Heavy machine guns! Lay down covering fire!"
Several heavy machine guns already set up on the heights of the valley quickly swung into position and unleashed a furious barrage at Tony!
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!
Powerful bullets sent countless sparks flying off the armor. The tremendous impact pinned Tony in place.
Worse still, a stray bullet happened to break the track connection on the Steel Armor's right leg. Tony dropped to one knee against his will, unable to move.
"This is bad!"
Tony realized he was in trouble. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
This Steel Armor had been thrown together in a hurry. Its defenses were strong, but it lacked maneuverability and had few ways to attack. Now that he'd lost his mobility, he was no different from a turtle with its head pulled inside its shell.
The bald leader spotted Tony's predicament at once. A vicious smile spread across his face as he shouted, "Get the anti-tank rocket launcher ready! Blow that damned tin can to pieces!"
So what if it could withstand bullets?
He didn't believe even an anti-tank rocket launcher made by Stark Industries couldn't blow open this iron tortoise!
When Tony saw a terrorist hoist an anti-tank rocket launcher and aim it squarely at him, he couldn't help swallowing.
He knew the power of his weapons better than anyone. The Steel Armor had no chance of withstanding an anti-tank rocket. One hit and he'd be turned into Tony paste.
Bang!
At that critical moment, a sharp gunshot cut through the clamor!
The terrorist carrying the rocket launcher's head exploded, and the launcher fell from his hands.
Tony turned around and saw Du Mu standing not far away, holding a handgun.
"Listen, Elon Musk, your part ends here. I'll take it from here."
Who was Elon Musk?
Tony was confused, but with danger bearing down on them, he had no time to dwell on it. He immediately shouted at Du Mu, "Get back! Their firepower is too strong!"
"Oh?"
Instead of retreating, Du Mu calmly put away his handgun.
Then, as Tony watched in utter disbelief, a massive, incredibly cool-looking six-barreled Gatling gun appeared in Du Mu's hands, its metal gleaming with a cold sheen!
"How does it compare to this?"
"What the fuck?!"
Tony's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Where had he pulled out such a huge, thick thing!?