"This definitely isn't a flashback before death."
Tony sucked in a sharp breath and wiped his face with his palm.
"Before-death flashbacks are supposed to show the happiest moments. How could I possibly be seeing this?"
Amid the sensual atmosphere of the scene.
Tony looked past his younger self and saw the woman's face.
She was beautiful, but only at the level of an ordinary cover girl.
Logically, Tony had hooked up with hundreds, maybe thousands, of beauties like her.
There was no way he could remember every single face.
Yet he remembered this one with perfect clarity.
"Damn it, how could I be reliving this scene, and from an observer's perspective too?"
Tony wiped his face again.
He raised his hand, hesitated, took a few steps forward, then hesitated again.
Finally, Tony patted his younger self on the shoulder. "Stop it. Stop for a second. Your little brother's about to come scare the hell out of you."
But Tony's call had no effect whatsoever.
The younger Tony continued riding hard.
Even when Tony grew anxious and tried to grab his body, nothing happened.
"Fuck! Too late, too late!!"
Tony put strength into his hands, about to drag his younger self up.
But just then.
Boom!
The sound of a missile exploding suddenly came from outside the bedroom.
And it was a chain of explosions, like a barrage of intercontinental missiles had landed around the villa.
Terrifying explosions and roaring flames erupted at the same time.
Then came dense gunfire, along with the unbroken sounds of bullets striking human bodies.
It was as if the villa had been hit by a wave of indiscriminate bombardment, followed by an army of a thousand soldiers rushing in to carry out a massacre.
"Ah! Aah!! Fuck, damn it! What was that!?"
The young