Slaughtering the Ten Rings, the Desperate Pilot...

Because he had yet to build the Jericho Missile the Ten Rings demanded, Tony Stark was currently getting a thorough beating from several burly Afghan men.

His assistant, Dr. Yinsen, was in even worse shape...

The bald leader was holding a red-hot piece of charcoal in a pair of tongs, about to shove it into his mouth.

Seeing this, Tony had no choice but to shout that he still needed Yinsen; otherwise, he would be unable to build the Jericho Missile, threatening the other side.

And that tactic did work. The bald leader truly stopped what he was doing.

However, the bald leader also gave Tony a final deadline.

If he still did not see the Jericho Missile he had been dreaming of by tomorrow, then not only would Yinsen die, but Tony himself would not be spared either!

The facts proved that Toby, the little butterfly that had stumbled into this universe, had ultimately still affected Tony.

In the original movie, Tony had a full three months to build the first-generation Iron Man armor for his escape.

But now, barely over two months had passed since Tony's kidnapping, and he had already received the death threat that the terrorists had only given him after three months in the original story.

As a result, once the terrorists left, Tony could not help but feel utterly hopeless...

Because forget assembling a complete Iron Man armor before tomorrow—he had not even finished forging all the armor's components, much less its internal wiring system...

Even Yinsen, the spiritual mentor who had been comforting and encouraging Tony these past two months, allowing him to persevere until now, fell silent.

Though Iron Man armor was not his specialty, he understood perfectly well that they were still far from the complete suit shown in Tony's blueprints...

Yinsen dropped weakly onto the ground and looked at Tony.

"Tony, what do we do?"

Tony sighed and spread his hands.

"What else can we do? Forget the armor—even if I assembled the Jericho Missile they want right now, it would already be too late..."

"So, I say we just grab a wrench and wait by the entrance tomorrow. When that bastard comes in, we smash that shiny bald head of his as hard as we can. At least we can take one of them with us~"

Seeing Tony still in the mood to joke at a time like this, Yinsen smiled helplessly.

"Please, Tony, you know that's impossible. There are cameras here. Do you think he'd be stupid enough not to see us lying in wait by the door?"

Tony was already starting to give up.

"Then tell me, what else can we do? If we don't grab a wrench and fight for our lives, are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die?"

Yinsen dearly wanted to give Tony a negative answer, but even with his intelligence, he truly could not think of any way for them to escape alive.

After a long while, he could only force out one sentence.

"You're Tony Stark, the smartest man in America—no, among all mankind. Can't you use that explosive brain of yours to come up with a more dignified way to win than fighting them with a wrench?"

And that offhand remark really did make Tony think of something. His eyes lit up.

"Wait! Yinsen, did you just say explosive? You're a genius!"

"I really have thought of a way for us to die more dignified deaths!"

"Remember those explosives we secretly collected, along with the fuel we planned to use for the armor's jet flames after MK1 was finished?"

"I can modify them into a hybrid incendiary bomb and blow those son of a bitch terrorists to hell in this cave tomorrow!"

Yinsen: ???

Was that what I had meant? That he should perish together with the terrorists?

But Yinsen had no other options now.

Compared to being tortured to death by the terrorists, being burned to death was indeed a more dignified way to go...

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And they could take a bunch of terrorists down with them, too!

Both men were science-minded and action-oriented. Once they decided on something, they immediately got to work.

Since they had said they would modify an incendiary bomb, they promptly threw themselves into the task with great enthusiasm...

In the surveillance room, the bald leader watched the two of them work so diligently and smiled in satisfaction.

Sure enough, if you did not crack the whip on a mule, it would never work properly and would only know how to slack off!

Meanwhile, Toby, sleeping behind a hill not far from the cave, still had no idea that his interference had caused so many changes...

Even the Iron Man armor meant for escape was about to be turned by Tony into an incendiary bomb for self-destruction...

As evening approached, the sky gradually darkened.

Only then did Toby wake from the sleep he had been lacking these past few days.

After waking up, he first checked the sky. Estimating that there was less than an hour before night fell completely, he leisurely pulled a packet of compressed biscuits and a bag of water from his tactical vest, then slowly ate and drank.

Once Death had eaten his fill, it would be time for the scythe to reap heads...

By the time Toby had slowly finished the biscuits in his hand, the night had become completely dark.

Taking out his balaclava from his tactical vest, Toby put it on.

Once he activated the night-vision function, the pitch-black night turned into a clear field of green in Toby's eyes.

Outside the cave below, the Ten Rings terrorists appeared as conspicuous red figures amid a sea of green through the thermal vision in their hoods.

Toby, dressed in pure black tactical gear with the Scarlet Suit hidden beneath it—even his hood was black—blended completely into the night.

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With time and terrain on his side, the hunt began!

Toby's first target was the sentry in the watchtower.

Webbing made far less noise than a suppressed firearm, and the sentry in the watchtower never noticed the web sticking to the tower.

Though Toby weighed a full three hundred pounds, he made not a sound when he swung over on the web and landed atop the watchtower.

Even when Toby snapped the sentry's neck from behind, the man never realized when someone had climbed up behind him.

From his elevated position, dealing with the other terrorists patrolling outside the cave became much easier for Toby.

It was little more than target practice—silently using webbing in the darkness to hang the terrorists one by one, turning them into teru teru bozu dolls.

FPS players had never been known for looking up, and the saying applied just as well to Afghan terrorists whose shooting was based mostly on faith.

Even after Toby had hung every terrorist outside the cave from the watchtower like teru teru bozu dolls, not a single one noticed that anything was wrong.

With the terrorists standing guard outside taken care of, those inside the cave posed even less of a threat to Toby.

The Ten Rings had placed their large-caliber weapons and heavy firepower outside the cave—and the people outside were currently hanging there.

Toby figured that the most powerful weapons left in the hands of the terrorists inside were probably just their AKs.

And that was indeed the case.

As Toby leaped down from the watchtower covered in teru teru bozu dolls and crawled into the cave along its ceiling like a spider, he saw no weapons along the way that could threaten him.

Toby showed no mercy. As he ventured deeper into the cave, he either snapped the necks of terrorists chatting, eating, or jerking off, or pinned them to the walls with webbing before smashing their heads apart with a punch.

Before long, Toby had silently dealt with all hundred-plus members of the Ten Rings.

Ordinary people were simply too fragile in the dark before Toby. Killing them took no more effort than stepping on rats.

Even the bald leader in the cave's only decent office with a computer was interrupted by Toby midway through manually getting himself off in celebration of seeing the Jericho Missile tomorrow, becoming a despairing pilot whose takeoff had been forcibly aborted...

Only after confirming that there was no living person left in the entire cave besides himself, Tony, and Yinsen, who were imprisoned in the deepest part of the cave, did Toby slowly make his way toward the iron door holding his fifty million.