After shooting the bearded man, Du Mu quickly rushed over to Yinsen, who had collapsed.
Due to the intense fighting just now, Yinsen's injuries were clearly more severe. His breathing was becoming fainter, his eyes were gradually losing focus, and a giant red mark, like the character for "death," seemed to be imprinted on his face.
Yinsen struggled to speak, his voice barely a whisper: "I'm done for. Please help me tell Tony, don't waste..."
"Save your emotional lines for yourself."
Du Mu roughly interrupted Yinsen's last words, as a green can appeared in his hand.
He twisted the lid open and poured the liquid inside onto Yinsen's hands.
Yinsen: "?"
I'm about to breathe my last, and you're making me wash my hands? What for?
Just as Yinsen was feeling utterly confused, a strange itching sensation suddenly came from his chest.
He instinctively looked down and saw the fatal bullet wounds on his chest rapidly healing at a visible speed, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
[Item: Bio-Branded Hand Sanitizer]
[Effect: Can instantly treat most injuries, even severed limbs can be easily reattached.]
[Comment: Washing makes you healthier.]
"H-how is this possible?"
Yinsen sat up, touching his completely unharmed chest in disbelief.
If it weren't for the residual bloodstains and bullet holes in his clothes, he would have almost thought the previous fight was a nightmare.
"Nothing is impossible."
Du Mu casually tossed the empty can aside, showing no regret.
He had a huge stock of these kinds of healing items piled up in his game inventory, more than he could ever use.
At this moment, a system notification sounded.
[Side Mission "Save Yinsen" settlement complete!]
[Rewards obtained: 1000 Experience Points, Tony Stark Favorability +20, Item 'Pure Iron Poké Ball']
[Item: Pure Iron Poké Ball (A Poké Ball weighing 100KG, only the Pokémon that survive deserve to be captured.)]
"As expected of a mission given by a main story character, the rewards are indeed generous."
Du Mu nodded with satisfaction.
Sure enough, following the main storyline was the way to go; it was far more efficient than grinding daily quests.
Clank, clank, clank...
Accompanied by the heavy and somewhat clumsy metallic footsteps, a suit of iron armor crudely welded from scrap metal emerged from the tunnel.
The faceplate of the iron armor flipped up, revealing Tony's face, a mix of anxiety and sweat.
"I finally found you guys."
Seeing Yinsen unharmed, Tony immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then asked: "By the way, where are those terrorists?"
"They're all over the ground, aren't they?"
Du Mu gestured around with his chin.
Tony followed his gaze, and the scene made him gasp in shock.
Bodies were strewn haphazardly across the ground. Each terrorist had a bullet hole in their forehead, with white and red matter spilling everywhere, a grim sight under the dim light!
Tony stared at Du Mu in disbelief: "You did all this?"
"Keep it low-key, low-key."
Du Mu modestly waved a hand.
Tony took a sharp breath. Du Mu had taken out so many terrorists alone—this skill was simply incredible!
But he had always been unwilling to concede defeat, so he didn't show his surprise. Instead, he said in a flippant tone: "Listen, James Bond, your mission is complete. I'll take it from here."
With that, Tony lowered his faceplate and strode out of the cave in his iron armor.
Outside the cave, dozens of terrorists had long been poised for battle, each holding new-model firearms from Stark Industries, their muzzles aimed at the cave entrance.
The moment the iron armor appeared, the bald, burly man in the lead's eyes flashed with menace, and he immediately ordered:
"Open fire!!"
The command was given, and the terrorists simultaneously pulled their triggers.
Da-da-da—!
The guns screamed, and bullets poured down like a sudden rain on the iron armor, creating a dense, jarring impact sound.
Facing such ferocious covering fire, even Tony, clad in the iron armor, was shaken violently, cursing frantically in his heart!
To be attacked with the very weapons he himself designed—that was just too f*cking unfair!
But strangely, although Tony's iron faceplate had two obvious empty holes for the eyes, no bullets ever shot into them. It was as if the bullets had eyes themselves and automatically avoided those spots, which was quite miraculous.
"My turn!"
Tony roared and raised his arms. Two plumes of scorching fire instantly gushed out, sweeping toward the cluster of terrorists!
The few men in the front were unable to dodge and were immediately engulfed in flames, letting out agonizing screams.
Seeing his side suppressed and retreating under Tony's flamethrowers, the bald, burly man's face turned ashen, and he roared: "Heavy machine guns! Suppress his fire!"
From the higher ground of the valley, several pre-positioned heavy machine guns quickly turned their muzzles and frantically rained bullets on Tony!
Da-da-da-da-da—!!
The powerful bullets sparked violently upon hitting the armor, and the intense impact pressed Tony firmly in place.
Even worse, a stray bullet happened to sever the track connection on the iron armor's right leg. Tony was forced to his knees, unable to move.
"Crap!"
Tony secretly cursed, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
The defense of this hastily constructed iron armor was strong, but it lacked flexibility, and its offensive options were limited. Once he lost mobility, he was no different from a turtle who had retracted its head.
The bald, burly man keenly spotted Tony's predicament, a sinister smile creeping onto his face as he yelled fiercely: "Prepare the anti-tank rocket launchers! Blast this damned tin can to pieces!"
So what if it could withstand bullets?
He didn't believe the anti-tank rocket launchers produced by Stark Industries couldn't blow apart this iron tortoise!
Seeing a terrorist lift an anti-tank rocket launcher and steadily aim the muzzle at him, Tony couldn't help but swallow.
He knew better than anyone the power of his own company's weapons. There was absolutely no way this iron armor could withstand the blast of an anti-tank rocket. One shot, and he'd probably be turned into "Tony paste."
Bang!
Just at this crucial moment, a crisp gunshot cut through the clamor!
The head of the terrorist carrying the rocket launcher burst open, and the anti-tank rocket launcher in his hands clattered to the ground.
Tony looked back and saw Du Mu standing nearby, holding a pistol.
"Listen, Elon Musk, your part is over. I'll take it from here."
Who is Elon Musk?
Tony was puzzled, but with the crisis looming, he couldn't dwell on it and immediately yelled at Du Mu: "Get back! Their firepower is too intense!"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Du Mu didn't retreat. Instead, he calmly put away his pistol.
Then, under Tony's astonished, ghost-seeing gaze, a six-barreled Gatling gun with an extremely cool design and a cold metallic sheen appeared in his hands!
"How does that compare to this one?"
"What the f—!?"
Tony's eyes nearly popped out in surprise.
Where did he pull that big, thick thing out of!?