The moment the bearded terrorist hit the ground, Daniel rushed to Yinsen, who had collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
The fight had clearly taken a toll—Yinsen's breathing was shallow, his gaze unfocused, and the giant red mark floating above his head practically spelled D-E-A-T-H.
Yinsen forced out a whisper."I… I won't make it. Please tell Tony… don't waste—"
"Save your emotional monologue for yourself."
Daniel cut him off mercilessly.
He snapped open a green can in his hand and unceremoniously dumped the liquid onto Yinsen's palms.
Yinsen: "???"
I'm dying, and you're making me wash my hands? Is this some kind of ritual?
But before the confusion could settle, an intense itch crawled across his chest.
He looked down—
And his bullet wounds were closing.Skin knitting back together.Blood disappearing.In seconds, the injuries were completely gone.
Only the bullet holes in his clothes remained.
[Item: Bio-Branded Hand Sanitizer][Effect: Instantly heals most injuries. Even severed limbs can be reattached.][Comment: Washing makes you healthier.]
"H-How is this possible…?"
Yinsen sat upright, hand on his chest, utterly stunned.
"If you see a problem, just widen your worldview," Daniel said, tossing the empty can aside like it was trash.
He had hundreds more in his inventory anyway.
[Side Mission 'Save Yinsen' Completed][Rewards: 1000 XP, Tony Stark Favorability +20, Item 'Pure Iron Poké Ball']
[Pure Iron Poké Ball — A 100 KG Poké Ball. Only the Pokémon that survive deserve to be captured.]
"As expected of a main story mission," Daniel said, satisfied. "Daily quests could never compete."
Tony Arrives
Clank—clank—clank…
A bulky metal suit stomped out from the tunnel.
The crude, welded Mark I armor.
Tony's faceplate lifted, revealing exhaustion and anxiety.
"I finally found you two—Yinsen! You're alive!"
After a long exhale of relief, Tony asked, "Where are the terrorists?"
Daniel jerked his chin at the ground.
"All over the place."
Tony turned.
Then inhaled sharply.
Corpses.Dozens of them.Bullet holes neatly drilled into every forehead.
Brains and blood splattered like a macabre art piece.
"You… you took down all of these guys?"
Daniel waved his hand modestly."Please, keep it low-key."
Tony stiffened.
This guy had soloed the entire camp.Was he even human?
But Tony Stark hated being overshadowed, so he snorted."Alright, James Bond, your mission's done. Let the professional handle the rest."
He lowered the faceplate and marched out of the cave.
The Battlefield Outside
Dozens of terrorists were waiting in formation, Stark Industries weapons pointed at the cave entrance.
The moment Tony appeared—
"Open fire!!"
Da-da-da-da—!!
Bullets rained down like a steel monsoon, hammering Tony's armor violently.
Being shot by his own creations made Tony's blood boil.
This is betrayal on an industrial level!
But strangely, though the visor had two big eye holes, not a single bullet entered them. As if the bullets politely avoided those targets.
Tony didn't have time to question it.
"My turn!"
Twin bursts of flame shot out of his arms, sweeping across the battlefield.
Terrorists screamed as fire engulfed them.
The bald leader roared, "Heavy machine guns! Suppress him!!"
From higher ground, several pre-mounted heavy machine guns turned toward Tony and opened fire.
Da-da-da-da-da—!!
Sparks flew.Tony staggered.A stray bullet sheared off part of the leg support, and the armor fell to one knee.
"Crap!"
He couldn't move.He was a sitting duck.
The bald leader grinned."Prepare the anti-tank rockets! Blow that tin can to scrap!"
A terrorist hoisted the launcher, aiming steadily at Tony's head.
Tony swallowed hard.
One shot and I'm going to be… Tony paste.
Daniel Enters the Chat
Bang!
The terrorist's head exploded like a watermelon, the rocket launcher falling harmlessly to the ground.
Tony turned.
Daniel stood there casually, smoking pistol in hand.
"Listen, Elon Musk. Your part is over. I'll take it from here."
"...Who the hell is Elon Musk?"Tony blinked, but with death incoming, he had no time to dwell on it."Get back! Their firepower is insane!"
"Oh?"
Instead of retreating, Daniel calmly holstered his pistol.
Then—
A massive six-barrel Gatling gun materialized in his hands.
A sleek, cold, impossibly cool weapon far larger than anything a human should reasonably be able to carry.
He lifted it one-handed.
"How does this compare?"
Tony's jaw dropped so hard the helmet almost popped off.
"W–Where did you pull that big, thick thing out of!?"
Daniel revved the barrels.
The sound was like a metal beast awakening.
"Time to clear the map."