A bald man stared at the monitor screen, frowning. A wooden board was turned away from the camera, and Yinsen was assembling something in front of it. He looked around but couldn't find Stark.
"You guys, go in and see what's happening. Find Stark!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
The bald man had a bad feeling and ordered the others to speed up. They all grabbed submachine guns, loaded with bullets, and ran deeper into the cave.
"Secure every hex bolt."
"Feels good, the hand movements are smooth, no problem with the manual control button."
After a quick check, the armor itself was fine, and Yinsen began to activate the armor's power system.
"First, press the F11 key, and let me know when the progress bar appears."
Yinsen nervously watched 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 started to move slowly.
"1%, 2%..."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside. Inside the iron door, there was a makeshift bomb made by Stark. Once the door was opened, it would explode.
"Yinsen, Yinsen! Stark! Open the door!"
"Ignore them," Tony Stark said, his eyes fixed on the computer.
"45%, 49%..."
The two terrorists pushed the door open with force, triggering the explosive device behind it.
With a loud bang, one of the screens on the monitor turned to static. The bald man panicked, grabbed his walkie-talkie, and shouted.
"Quick, quick, quick, send someone in to check, damn it!" The bald man's expression was uncertain. He didn't expect Tony Stark to pull off such a stunt right under their noses. If it weren't for the Ten Rings wanting a large ransom and the Jericho Missile, they should have just shot this guy dead from the start.
Another loud explosion came from outside the cave, shaking it and causing small stones to fall.
Already furious, the bald man grabbed a communicator and yelled, "What are you doing out there?"
"Monster, monster! Stay away! Ah—!!!"
A scream came from the communicator, then silence.
"Damn it!" The bald man immediately grabbed an AK submachine gun and headed outside the cave.
Time rewinds to a few minutes earlier.
Natasha got out of the jeep, using binoculars to look into the valley. There were quite a few people inside. Natasha asked, "Is this the place?"
Yang Han's grim face appeared over Natasha's shoulder, gazing at the valley ahead. He could see much further than the binoculars, spotting various Stark Industries weapons and a cave. It was likely the place.
"It should be here," Yang Han nodded.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Natasha asked.
Yang Han knew what Natasha was asking and immediately said, "Don't worry, as long as it's not a weapon of mass destruction, they can't do much to me."
"Then let's start!" Natasha slung two pistols over her shoulders and slowly walked toward the valley.
"Stop, stay there, or we'll shoot." Two locals raised their submachine guns, pointing their dark barrels at Natasha.
As a spy, Natasha could understand and speak multiple languages, but she really couldn't understand the native language of this small place in Afghanistan.
Moreover, Natasha wasn't here to negotiate; she was here to kill!
In an instant, Natasha drew two pistols, and in less than a second, she fired. The two terrorists on the other side didn't even have time to react before they fell.
A small bullet hole appeared in their foreheads, blood trickling down.
This woman's marksmanship was incredibly accurate.
The sound of Natasha's gunshots echoed sharply in the wilderness, immediately attracting many so-called 'freedom fighters.'
Without hesitation, Natasha instantly opened fire, shooting six bullets in one second, and six people fell simultaneously.
The terrorists, realizing their comrades had fallen, felt a mix of fear and anger, pulling the trigger without hesitation, unleashing a torrent of bullets as if they were free.
Natasha rolled to the side, taking cover behind a rock, slowly removing the magazine from her pistol, reloading it. The rock behind her made a constant 'thud' sound, clearly from bullets embedding themselves.
"Can you handle this firepower?" Natasha asked.
"Absolutely," Yang Han replied confidently.
"Alright, it's up to you." Natasha nodded, rolling out from behind the rock and firing again.
Two more terrorists fell, blood staining the sand.
In the next moment, countless bullets shot toward Natasha, and a black fluid flowed over her body, instantly enveloping her.
From a seductive and alluring figure, she transformed into a terrifying monster, the contrast enough to scare a saluting man into a eunuch.
The black monster erupted with countless black fluid tentacles, catching all the bullets.
"Plop." The soft sound of bullets hitting the sand echoed.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Natasha's pistols continued to fire, twelve bullets in two seconds, all the terrorists who came out fell under Natasha's gunfire.
Natasha holstered her pistols, the Venom Suit absorbing them, and she continued walking into the valley. Next, it was time for hand-to-hand combat.
Entering the valley, the Stark Industries weapons were neatly stacked, with only about seven or eight people patrolling them. After all, these weapons were extremely powerful, and an explosion would blow the entire valley sky-high.
Natasha burst into action, her figure like a phantom. In the incredulous eyes of the terrorists, she covered a hundred meters in about four seconds.
Her pitch-black claws gripped a terrorist's neck, a slight squeeze, and with a crack, his neck was broken. The others, shocked, quickly grabbed their guns and fired at Natasha.
However, they were not on the same level. All the bullets were blocked by Yang Han, not a single one harming Natasha, who was enveloped by Yang Han. Natasha's figure flickered, seemingly teleporting to another terrorist, grabbing his assault rifle, and with a squeeze, it became a lump of scrap metal. Natasha reached out, grabbed the terrorist's head, and twisted it, turning his neck into a twisted mess, dying a gruesome death.