With the bearded man dead, Kai quickly moved to Yinsen's side.
After the intense firefight, Yinsen's condition had worsened significantly. His breathing grew weaker, his eyes unfocused, and his face practically screamed death.
Struggling, Yinsen spoke in a faint voice:
"I… I'm not going to make it… please tell Tony… don't waste—"
"Save the emotional lines for yourself."
Kai cut him off bluntly.
At the same time, a green bottle appeared in his hand.
He twisted the cap open—
—and poured the liquid all over Yinsen's… hands.
Yinsen: ?
I'm dying here, and you're washing my hands?
But just as confusion filled his mind—
A strange itching sensation spread from his chest.
He looked down instinctively.
The fatal bullet wounds in his chest were healing at a visible speed—
Closing. Regenerating.
Gone.
[Item: Bio Hand Sanitizer] [Effect: Instantly heals most injuries. Even severed limbs can be reattached with ease.] [Description: Clean hands, healthy life.]
"This… how is this possible?"
Yinsen sat up, staring at his perfectly healed chest in disbelief.
If not for the bloodstains and bullet holes in his clothes, he would've thought it was all a nightmare.
"Nothing is impossible."
Kai casually tossed the empty bottle aside, completely unconcerned.
Items like this?
His inventory was packed with them.
Ding!
[Side Mission "Save Yinsen" Completed!] [Reward: +1000 EXP, Tony Stark Favorability +20, Item "Pure Iron Poké Ball"]
[Item: Pure Iron Poké Ball (Weight: 100KG. Only those strong enough to survive deserve to be captured.)]
"Not bad. Main storyline rewards really are something else."
Kai nodded in satisfaction.
As expected—progressing the main story was far more efficient than grinding daily missions.
Clang… clang…
Heavy, clumsy metallic footsteps echoed through the tunnel.
A crude suit of iron armor—welded together from rough metal plates—slowly emerged.
The faceplate flipped open, revealing Tony's sweat-soaked, anxious face.
"Finally found you."
Seeing Yinsen safe, Tony let out a breath of relief.
"Where are the terrorists?"
Kai tilted his chin toward the surroundings.
"Aren't they all right here?"
Tony followed his gaze—
—and froze.
Bodies were scattered everywhere.
Each one had a bullet hole right in the center of his forehead. Blood and brain matter stained the ground, forming a horrifying scene under the dim light.
Tony sucked in a breath.
"…You did all this?"
"Low profile, low profile."
Kai waved it off modestly.
Tony's shock deepened.
One man… took out all of them?
That kind of skill was insane.
But Tony wasn't one to show weakness.
Instead, he smirked.
"Listen, James Bond. Your mission's done. I'll take it from here."
With that, he lowered his faceplate and marched out in the armor.
Outside the cave—
Dozens of terrorists were already waiting, armed with advanced weapons manufactured by Stark Industries.
The moment the armor appeared—
The bald leader's eyes flashed coldly.
"Fire!!"
Ratatatatata—!
Gunfire roared.
Bullets poured onto the armor like a storm, sparks flying everywhere.
Even inside the armor, Tony felt the impact shaking his entire body.
Using his own weapons against him?
That was just unfair.
Yet strangely—
Despite the obvious gaps in the eye area of the helmet, not a single bullet hit there.
As if they were avoiding it on purpose.
"My turn!"
Tony roared.
Flames burst from his arms, sweeping forward like a blazing tide!
Several terrorists were instantly engulfed, screaming as they burned.
But—
"Heavy machine guns! Suppress him!"
High above the valley, mounted machine guns swung into position.
Ratatatatatatata—!!!
The powerful rounds slammed into the armor, sparks exploding everywhere.
The sheer force pinned Tony in place.
Even worse—
A stray bullet snapped a connection in his right leg mechanism.
He dropped to one knee, immobilized.
"Damn it…"
Cold sweat soaked his back.
This hastily-built armor had strong defense—
—but poor mobility.
Once immobilized, he was basically a turtle in a shell.
The bald leader noticed immediately.
A cruel grin spread across his face.
"Bring out the anti-tank rocket! Blow this tin can to pieces!"
Bulletproof?
So what?
He didn't believe Stark Industries' own rocket launcher couldn't destroy it.
A terrorist lifted the launcher, aiming directly at Tony.
Tony swallowed hard.
He knew exactly how powerful that weapon was.
If that thing hit—
he'd be turned into paste.
Bang!
A single gunshot cut through the chaos.
The rocket launcher wielder's head exploded instantly.
The weapon fell from his hands.
Tony turned—
—and saw Kai standing not far away, pistol in hand.
"Listen, Elon Musk. Your part ends here."
"I'll take it from here."
Elon Musk?
Who the hell is that?
Tony frowned—but there was no time to think.
"Get back! Their firepower's too heavy!"
"Oh?"
Kai raised a brow.
Instead of retreating—
he calmly put his pistol away.
Then—
right before Tony's eyes—
A massive, sleek, six-barreled Gatling gun appeared in Kai's hands.
Cold metal gleamed under the light.
"How about compared to this?"
"…What the f—!?"
Tony's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Where the hell did he pull out something that big from!?