A bald man stared at the screen and frowned.
A wooden board with its back to the camera showed Yinsen assembling something in front of it, but he could not find Stark anywhere.
"You guys, go in and see what's happening. Find Stark! Quick, quick!"
The bald man's heart filled with a bad premonition. He ordered the others to hurry. These men, all carrying submachine guns loaded with bullets, ran toward the depths of the cave.
"Tighten every hex bolt. Feels good. Hand movements are smooth. Manual control buttons are fine."
After a quick check confirmed the armor itself had no problems, Yinsen began to activate the armor's power system.
"First, press F11. Tell me when the progress bar appears," Tony instructed.
Yinsen nervously stared at the screen, where a light green progress bar appeared.
"Now, press Ctrl and I, then Enter."
After activating the power system, the light green progress bar began to move little by little. "1%, 2%..."
Just then, a knock came from outside. On the inside of the iron door, a simple bomb made by Stark had been placed. Once the door was opened, it would explode.
"Yinsen! Yinsen! Stark! Open the door!"
"Don't mind them," Tony Stark said as his gaze remained fixed on the computer. "45%, 49%..."
The two terrorists pushed the door open with all their might, directly triggering the explosive device behind it.
With a loud bang, the monitor screen went to static. The bald man immediately panicked and shouted into his walkie-talkie.
"Quick, quick, send someone to check! Damn it!" The bald man's expression shifted rapidly. He had not expected Tony Stark to pull off such tricks right under their noses.
If the Ten Rings Gang had not wanted a large ransom and had only wanted the Jericho missile, they should have just shot him dead back then.
"Boom!"
Another loud bang came from outside the cave. The massive disturbance shook the cave several times, causing small stones to fall.
The already enraged bald man immediately picked up his communicator and roared, "What are you doing out there?!"
"Monster! Monster! Don't come any closer! Ah—!!"
A scream came from the communicator, then silence.
"Damn it!" The bald man grabbed an AK submachine gun and walked out of the cave.
Time rewound a few minutes earlier.
Natasha got out of the jeep and looked into the valley through binoculars. There were many people inside.
She asked, "Is this the place?"
Ren's ferocious face emerged from Natasha's shoulder as he gazed at the valley ahead.
He could see much farther than the binoculars. Inside, various Stark Industries weapons were arranged, along with a cave. He guessed this should be the place.
"It should be around here," Ren said with a nod.
"Are you okay?" Natasha asked.
Ren knew what she meant and immediately replied, "Don't worry. As long as it's not a large-scale weapon of mass destruction, it basically can't harm me."
"Then let's begin!" Natasha tucked two pistols into her waistband and slowly walked toward the valley.
"Stop! Stay there or we'll shoot!" Two locals raised their submachine guns, their dark muzzles pointed at Natasha.
As an agent, Natasha could understand and speak multiple languages, but she truly could not understand the native language of Afghanistan.
Moreover, she was not here to negotiate—she was here to kill.
Natasha instantly drew her two pistols. In less than a second, she drew and fired.
The two terrorists opposite her fell without even a chance to react. Small bullet holes appeared in their foreheads, steadily bleeding.
This woman's marksmanship was incredibly accurate.
Natasha's two gunshots echoed piercingly across the wilderness and immediately attracted many so-called freedom fighters.
At least a dozen people rushed out of the valley, each holding an assault rifle aimed at her.
Natasha did not hesitate and fired instantly. She unleashed a total of six bullets in one second, and six people fell.
The belated terrorists saw their companions fall and felt a mix of fear and rage. They unhesitatingly pulled the trigger, pouring out assault rifle bullets.
Natasha immediately rolled to the side and took cover behind a rock.
She leisurely removed the magazine from her pistol and reloaded it. The rock behind her kept making thudding sounds as bullets embedded themselves in it.
"Can you withstand this firepower?" Natasha asked.
"Absolutely," Ren said confidently.
"Good. It's up to you then." Natasha nodded, then rolled out from behind the rock and fired again. Another two terrorists fell, their blood staining the sand.
The next moment, countless bullets shot toward Natasha. Black fluid flowed over her body, instantly enveloping her.
From a charming and sexy bombshell, she transformed into a ferocious and terrifying monster. This drastic change could scare a man saluting with a flag into becoming a eunuch.
From this black monster's body, countless black fluid tentacles instantly burst forth and caught all the incoming bullets.
Soft puffing sounds rang out as the bullets fell onto the sandy ground.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Natasha's pistols were still effective. All twelve bullets were fired within two seconds, and all the terrorists who had come out died under her gunfire.
Natasha holstered her pistols at her waist. The symbiote suit absorbed them, and she continued walking deeper into the valley.
Next, it would be close combat.
Entering the valley, the weapons manufactured by Stark Industries were neatly stacked together, and there were not many people guarding these missiles.
Only about seven or eight terrorists patrolled the area. Their destructive power was immense. Once they exploded, they would blow the entire valley to smithereens.
Natasha instantly exerted her strength. Her figure moved like a ghost. To the disbelief of the terrorists, she covered a hundred meters in only about four seconds.
A dark claw gripped a terrorist's neck. Her hand tightened slightly, and with a snap, the terrorist's neck broke. After their initial shock, the others quickly picked up their firearms and fired at Natasha.
However, the two sides were not on the same level of existence. All the bullets were blocked by Ren, and not a single one harmed Natasha, who was fully enveloped by him.
Natasha's figure flickered as if teleporting. She appeared before another terrorist, grabbed the assault rifle in his hand, and squeezed it hard.
It immediately became a lump of scrap metal. She then reached out, grabbed the terrorist's head, and twisted it forcefully, directly turning his neck into a gruesome pretzel.
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