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The scorching sun, the yellow sand, the blazing breeze.

At a glance, you can see the endless loneliness and the eternal tone.

It is in line with people’s basic understanding of the desert.

Afghanistan, desert.

The scorching sun and the rolling yellow sand.

There were several men wearing desert clothes, gauze scarves on their heads, goggles on their faces, and holding microphones.

At this moment, we were patrolling along a fixed route under the scorching sun and the breeze carrying yellow sand.

Behind him is an inconspicuous low mountain and a lonely valley.

There are several lookout towers on both sides of the valley, and four or five heavy machine guns are set up below, as well as various types of ammunition visible to the naked eye.

Including but not limited to: grenades, grenades, rockets, etc.

It can be said that he is armed to the teeth.

The interior of the valley is quite wide, with a manually dug passage lined with cargo boxes of various file sizes. It is obvious that they are all kinds of weapons and ammunition.

Next to the cargo box, there are missiles of different lengths and thicknesses standing upright and exposed to the scorching sun.

This is the base where a group of terrorists are located.

Is a loyal customer of Stark Industrial Arms Division.

Hmm... Definitely, the order was not approved by Stark himself.

It's just that some people are not satisfied with the status quo and want to eat both ends.

Even wanting to replace Tony Stark.

At the edge of the valley, there was an extremely conspicuous figure, but no one noticed it at all.

He looked at the busy terrorists below with a hint of ridicule.

"Mr. Stan, if you want to take away this share of equity in my hand, this price is not enough."

Look at the group of terrorists who are still busy.

Mo You gently raised his right hand and held it empty-handed with his five fingers. A long stick with a black body and golden hoops at both ends gradually emerged in his hand.

"Superhero entry?"

"Forget it, it seems a bit silly..."

Holding the dark alloy rod in his hand, he walked towards the valley step by step with a slightly leisurely pace and a rather casual expression.

Dark data masking, lifted.

The main goal today is to test my Ability.

The secondary purpose is to make some subtle changes to the world line and to verify some ideas.

Finally~

It was because someone wanted to steal his little money.

Today is not a good day to play stealth, but a good day to play Wushuang.

There is no need to use dark energy to block other people's perceptions.

The main character is a arrogant one.

"******"

Once the dark data mask is lifted.

The sentry immediately discovered his 'uninvited guest'.

A series of unintelligible languages ​​​​come one after another

Although I can translate it, I am too lazy to translate it.

Anyway, except for one or two, there won't be any living people here today.

It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are kind.

Just think of it as their last words.

Before Mo You could fully enter the valley, two men armed with chargers had already raised their guns and took aim.

He looked like he would shoot if he moved forward.

Phew~

There was a roar, and the dark alloy rod in Mo You's hand was swung out.

The lightning speed makes people unable to react at all.

In the blink of an eye, two men holding micro-guns flew out upside down, and with two muffled sounds in succession, they hit the mountain walls on both sides...

Although they didn't use much force because they had reserved hands, and the two people didn't explode directly on the spot, they still couldn't die any more.

I just do this because I don’t want blood to get on my body...

The death of the two terrorists instantly solidified the atmosphere in the valley.

In the blink of an eye, various roars sounded one after another.

Mo You then faced the dark muzzles of different styles of guns.

Bang bang bang~

Da da da~

Dozens of fully automatic rifles fired one after another, and a dense rain of bullets instantly enveloped Mo You.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have been shot into a sieve by now.

A small amount of flesh and blood was found among the large number of warheads... or something.

However, the reality is more magical.

Mo You, holding a dark alloy rod, walked through the dense rain of bullets unscathed.

This dense rain of bullets couldn't even slow down his pace.

Bullets with a muzzle velocity of more than a thousand meters hit him and were either bounced off or turned into a small discus due to the interaction force.

No defense at all.

Many terrorists stopped shooting and looked at the guns in their hands with blank expressions.

The usual murderous weapons, which can kill one person or even several lives with one shot, are actually useless at this moment?

Is the other party a devil?

Panic gradually spread.

Intensive gunshots, roars, and panicked noises constantly echoed in the valley.

"Damn, he's a monster..."

"It's the devil, the devil is here to punish us..."

"Shut up, keep fighting, or you will die if you step back..."

Among the noisy terrorists, a guy who looked like a small leader shot the idiot talking nonsense around him, then quickly picked up a rocket launcher from the ammunition box behind his back, and aimed it directly at the still unfazed person. Mo You is coming.

His eyes with a little blood were full of ferocity, and he roared with a rocket launcher:

"Go to hell, monster..."

Trigger, pull.

Bang~

The thick rockets rushed towards the advancing Mo You with tail flames.

Seeing the rockets coming, Mo You calmly raised his right hand and clasped his fingers lightly, and the rockets that were coming at high speed were directly caught.

Although this thing can't hurt him,... the residue after the explosion somewhat damages his image.

You know, being handsome...that's a lifetime thing.

Because one rocket will disgrace him or something, it’s better to avoid it.

The next moment he raised his hand to pinch the rocket, he flipped his wrist and pointed the warhead in the direction it came from. He released his fingers...

Phew~

Before it was time to detonate, the rocket with still strong kinetic energy returned directly along the original path.

"NO..."

"SHIT..."

In a series of despair, anger and yelling.

The rocket hit directly.

Boom~

A violent explosion, coupled with a strong rising fire.

Within a radius of ten meters, no one survives, only broken limbs.

Ten meters away, there were a few lucky people who survived, but they were still rolling and wailing with their defective arms or thighs.

Purgatory on earth!

Looking at this scene, Mo You didn't feel any sympathy.

Ordinary people, as long as they don't slap their noses in their faces, they generally won't teach them a lesson, let alone take their lives easily.

However, what is in front of me is a terrorist with no humanity, his hands covered with blood, and he is burdened with blood debt.

He is a great traitor and evil person, so be quick to kill him!

"It's my turn, right?"

Mo You held the dark alloy rod, and the pace gradually accelerated until... it completely turned into an afterimage.

In an instant, many ‘Mo Yous’ appeared throughout the valley.

When the stick comes out, people die!

At the same time, inside the cave.

"We have time, Ethan..."

Listening to the gunshots and explosions coming from outside, Tony Stark, who had just put on the Mark 1, looked at Ethan in front of him seriously.

Ethan turned his head and looked at the progress bar on the old laptop that was not even halfway through, with a calm expression.

"If the movement outside means that your rescuer is coming..."

"Then what do you think they will do with such a useful hostage like you here?"

"..."

Tony was speechless for a moment.

He is not stupid, and neither are the terrorists.

Of course he knew what terrorists would do in this situation.

He was used as a hostage for the first time, forcing the US army to stop the rescue operation...

Even when the situation is over, decisively reject the vote.

No matter which one it is, not only has his time not increased, but it has become more urgent.

The turmoil outside is not a good thing for him.

"Stark, let me buy you some time."

Ethan smiled lightly and said with a faint smile.

"No, Ethan, we still have time...wait, wait~"

Seeing that Ethan had picked up the rifle and faced the passage, Tony, who was still unable to move, suddenly turned red.

"Take care, Stark!"

Ethan took one last look at Tony, gun in hand, and strode out.

"Ahhhhh~"

Ethan roared and fired into the air, forcing back the terrorists who were rushing inside.

As for why he shot into the air instead of killing people.

The reason is simple, he... is a doctor, and his duty is to treat illnesses and save people.

"Ethan...NO~"

Looking at the place where Ethan disappeared, Tony turned his head and looked at the progress bar that was still beating little by little, his heart full of impatience.

He knew what would happen to Ethan if he went there.

Outside, there are inhumane terrorists, and they will not abide by any convention not to kill doctors.

What Ethan has to face is almost certain death.

But, at the moment, he...had nothing to do.

Just like the despair he felt when he was just captured by terrorists.

Now, he can only pray that the progress bar will go faster.

It allows him to save Ethan in time, who is buying him time.

"Hurry up, hurry up...hurry up..."

Before I knew it, the shouts of killing, the sounds of gunshots, and the sounds of explosions had gradually come to an end.

The progress on the notebook in front of me reaches 100%.

Program writing, Mark 1 armor, start...

Without any time to think, Tony pulled down his mask and strode out of the cave while driving the clumsy and heavy Mark One.

There were no major obstacles on the way.

There were no enemies... no familiar voice and shadow, not even a body on the road.

The ominous premonition in my heart became stronger and stronger, and the pace that kept making dull sounds also accelerated a lot.

The entrance of the cave is getting closer.

However, there is no crisis at all.

The long-lost sunlight made Tony squint his eyes.

After adjusting to the harsh light, Tony quickly glanced around.

What came into view was a hellish scene.

Corpses all over the valley!

There was no one left alive, and there was no support from the American army, not to mention Ethan who had rushed out to buy time for him.

Horrible, yet weird.

"Ethan...answer me, Ethan..."

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Tony shouted Ethan's name over and over again.

However, there was no response.

Tony's heart sank completely.

All emotions turned into anger at this moment.

Looking at the weapons and ammunition produced by Stark Arms Industries all over the valley.

Silently, he turned on the flamethrower switch.

Thick flames spurted out instantly, covering all the ammunition boxes.

Finally, he looked down at the corpses on the ground, and an indelible sadness flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't stop and look for Ethan.

They couldn't even collect his body.

He didn't know what happened before, but it was obvious that the military was not here to save him.

It may be gangsters, or local government troops...

But no matter which one it is, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

He had to go, get out of here.

Fuel channel opens, ignition...

The bulky Mark 1 soared into the air like a giant missile and broke out of the hell valley where he had been imprisoned for several months.

"He's saved~"

On the mountainside behind, Ethan, who was still in shock, looked at the Mark 1 soaring into the sky, and couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

He...saved another person.

After a moment, Ethan put away his smile and turned to look at Mo You, who was also smiling next to him.

"gentlemen..."