Yinsen's Placement

After resting where he was for a while, Tony struggled to sit up from the wreckage of the Mark I and began checking the condition of his body.

Other than a splitting headache, constant ringing in his ears, and excruciating pain all over, he did not seem to have any more serious injuries.

He spat out a mouthful of sandy saliva, swayed as he stood, and looked around. The most conspicuous massive mountain range in the distance was exactly where he had escaped from.

So Tony headed in the direction opposite the mountains without hesitation. He did not need to determine a more precise bearing or find more landmarks. No matter how unfamiliar he was with the terrain, no matter how poor his sense of direction was, there was one thing he knew for certain: the farther away from those damn mountains, the better.

After the Mark I crashed into the desert, Lin Hai, who had watched the scene from the observation point, put away his camera and tablet. At this point, his task of filming Tony had been completely finished.

Lin Hai glanced at Yinsen beside him. His breathing had gradually steadied, and his wounds were no longer a concern. Then Lin Hai looked back toward the tiny figure in the desert, staggering forward yet stubbornly pressing on, making sure Tony would not collapse during this final stretch.

Just then, two rapidly moving black dots appeared in the distant sky. Lin Hai focused his gaze and saw that they were two armed United States military helicopters. It seemed they had been drawn here by the massive pillar of fire from the explosion in the mountains not long ago.

And by sheer coincidence, their flight path happened to pass directly over Tony's direction of travel.

Before long, the two helicopters