Boom!
Just like Raza's grenade launch, Tony's small missile also missed its target, instead hitting the wall behind Raza.
The massive explosive force blasted a large hole in the wall, and the flying gravel buried Raza.
Although the small missile didn't directly hit Raza, it still rendered him incapable of fighting and moving.
Tony didn't pay much attention to Raza's condition and quickly walked towards Yinsen, who was bleeding profusely, opening the faceplate of his iron helmet.
"Stark!" Yinsen called out to Tony weakly.
"Get up, we need to leave!"
Tony looked at the increasingly weak Yinsen and said slowly, "Even if it's for me, you have to get up and follow our plan."
"Actually, this is my plan," Yinsen's voice was even weaker, and his breathing began to become labored.
"Get up quickly, you still have to see your family!"
Although Tony had not experienced much combat, he knew very well that if Yinsen's spirit faltered, he would never be able to stand up again.
"My family is already dead, and I'm about to go see them."
Tony was silent, unsure of what he could still do.
"Don't worry, I have no regrets."
After hearing Yinsen's answer, Tony paused for a few seconds with a solemn expression, then sighed helplessly and said to Yinsen with utmost sincerity, "Thank you for saving my life!"
"Then cherish it, and never waste your life!"
After saying that, Yinsen breathed painfully a few times, then slowly closed his eyes.
Watching Yinsen die before his eyes, a surge of uncontrollable anger welled up in Tony's heart, and he controlled the Mark I to walk towards the cave entrance.
In the dim cave entrance, the figure of the Mark I became increasingly clear.
Outside the cave, dozens of terrorists held rifles, aiming their muzzles at the cave entrance.
When the Mark I walked out of the cave, the terrorists shouted and simultaneously pulled the triggers.
Bullets struck the Mark I like a storm, and the sound of metal impacts rang out continuously.
The impact of the bullets caused Tony, who was wearing the Mark I, to sway slightly, but not a single bullet penetrated the Mark I's armor.
After firing continuously for several seconds, the terrorists stopped shooting, looking at the Mark I at the cave entrance with horrified expressions.
"Now, it's my turn!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tony activated the flamethrowers on the Mark I's hands, and flames shot out like two torrents, igniting the terrorists gathered at the cave entrance.
Under the terrifying flame attack, the terrorists retreated one after another, trying to avoid the flames.
But even so, many terrorists were still hit by the flames, their entire bodies engulfed in fire.
Tony's target was not only the terrorists but also the weapons placed everywhere, those weapons from Stark Industries.
Boxes loaded with various weapons were ignited one by one, and explosions rang out continuously.
Just as Tony was planning to destroy all the weapons from Stark Industries, the terrorists on the hillside pulled the trigger of a heavy machine gun.
The power of the heavy machine gun was far greater than that of ordinary rifles, and the Mark I, hit by the heavy machine gun bullets, finally stopped moving forward.
Even the steel-forged Mark I could not withstand the continuous attacks of the heavy machine gun.
Tony raised his right hand to protect his face, preventing himself from being directly hit in the head by the heavy machine gun bullets.
At the same time, the terrorists who had not been hit by the flames also began to counterattack, bullets flying towards the Mark I from all directions.
Dense bullets hit the Mark I, several of which struck the Mark I's right leg track, which was not covered by steel.
As the right leg track was broken, the Mark I, weighing several hundred kilograms, instantly lost its ability to continue moving, and the enormous weight forced Tony to kneel on one knee.
Even so, Tony still did not intend to leave immediately, continuing to attack the boxes containing weapons with the flamethrower.
Explosions continued to ring out in this unknown valley.
After barely standing up, Tony raised his left hand and pressed the jet button located on his left arm.
Although the Mark I did not have true flight capabilities, it did have a short burst of jet propulsion, which was Tony's last resort for escape.
After pressing the jet button, the Mark I did not take off as Tony had imagined, but remained motionless in place.
Mechanical failure!
The word quickly flashed through Tony's mind.
Subsequently, Tony decisively abandoned the plan to escape by flying, falling to the ground and covering his head with his hands.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
After being ignited by the flames, the weapons from Stark Industries exploded without suspense, and the entire valley was instantly engulfed in flames.
The terrifying explosion swept through the entire valley, engulfing the terrorists who did not have time to escape.
When the flames of the explosion gradually dissipated, the entire valley was in a state of devastation.
Traces of the explosion were visible everywhere, and the scattered guns and the bodies of the terrorists proved the power of the explosion.
When everything returned to calm, the Mark I, which had fallen to the ground, struggled to shake a few times, and then began to disintegrate.
Because of the Mark I's protection, Tony did not suffer too much damage, and other than looking a little disheveled, everything else was okay.
Tony, who came out of the Mark I, glanced around, and after confirming that there were no living terrorists around, he sat wearily on the ground, breathing heavily.
Tony had just sat down when a figure appeared behind him and struck him hard on the back of the head with a gun stock.
The sudden attack caused Tony to pass out, and before completely losing consciousness, he saw a somewhat familiar face.
The person who attacked Tony was none other than Raza, who had just been attacked by him with a small missile.
The huge explosion awakened Raza, who had been buried. After struggling to climb out of the rubble, what appeared before him was a devastated valley and Tony, who was sitting on the ground resting.
Looking at the destroyed weapons and the subordinates who had completely lost their lives, Raza originally wanted to shoot Tony in the head, but after seeing the Mark I not far from Tony, he suddenly changed his mind.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but the unconscious Tony woke up again.
When he opened his eyes, what first appeared before him was Raza, who looked angry.
"Stark, I have to admit, I underestimated you!" Raza said while playing with a dagger.
Tony didn't speak, just silently looked at Raza.
"I asked you to help me manufacture Jericho missiles, but you came up with something like this."
After speaking, Raza pointed to the Mark I next to him, then continued, "You killed my men and destroyed my weapons. I could have killed you right now."
"However, I am willing to give you another chance!"
"I will provide you with the materials you want, and you will help me build 20 sets of this armor. Not this prototype, but a complete version that can be mass-produced. As long as you can do it, I will let you leave!"
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