You Should Go Back to Farming

Although he only carried two handguns and a knife, it wasn't a problem at all.

No guns, no cannons—our enemies will give us some!

Even though the Ten Rings members didn't understand weapon manufacturing, it didn't matter, as there was a literal arms depot right in front of them.

The magazines of the handguns were quickly emptied.

One Ten Rings member after another fell to Russell's gunfire.

The black tendrils coiled around the handguns swiftly swapped out the magazines.

Meanwhile, newly generated black tendrils grabbed single-use rocket launchers from the tents.

Up until now, the Ten Rings members in the valley hadn't figured out why a black monster had fallen from the sky and immediately began slaughtering them without a word.

Caught off guard by Russell, more than twenty of them lost their lives in the blink of an eye.

As Russell replaced the magazine and controlled the single-use rocket launchers, the Ten Rings members finally launched their counterattack.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat...

Rifles of various models opened fire in succession.

The heavy machine gun at the valley's entrance was also trained on the monstrous figure of Russell, showering him with bullets.

The bullets rained down from all directions like a torrential storm, pounding onto Russell's body.

Such a fierce barrage would have turned an elephant or a rhino into pulp.

However, the forcefully approaching bullets hitting Russell's body were deflected away.

How was this possible?

Seeing this scene unfold before them, the bald-headed leader Raza and other Ten Rings members displayed expressions of disbelief.

Seeing the astonishment and incredulity on their faces, Russell couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

As Raza and others stared at him in astonishment, Russell manipulated his black tendrils to swiftly swap out the magazine, then aimed the rocket launcher at a heavy machine gun in the distance.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

After changing the magazine, Russell didn't hesitate at all. He executed gun-fu once again, madly harvesting the lives of the Ten Rings members.

While using gun-fu, he didn't forget to fire the rocket projectiles using his black tendrils.

Boom!

With orange-red flames trailing behind, the rocket projectile accurately struck the distant heavy machine gun, causing a tremendous explosion.

The enormous blast not only resounded throughout the entire valley but also reached the cave.

"What's happening outside?"

Tony raised his head and looked at Yinsen.

"The U.S. military is saving you! They're coming to rescue you!"

Yinsen exclaimed with excitement on his face.

Yinsen was extremely ecstatic at the moment, almost dancing for joy.

However, Tony frowned.

No, this isn't the U.S. military's style of operation!

Stark Industries was the most important weapons supplier for the U.S. military, and Tony was well aware of the U.S. military's approach to warfare.

In the case of large-scale military operations, the U.S. military did indeed like to create a spectacle.

For instance, missile barrages or indiscriminate firepower coverage.

But this wasn't a large-scale military operation.

According to the U.S. military's style of operation, during hostage rescue missions, they preferred to dispatch elite small teams—like the Navy SEALs—for precise surgical rescues.

After successfully rescuing the hostages, the U.S. military might provide heavy firepower cover during the subsequent retreat.

However, what was happening now didn't resemble the heavy firepower cover during a retreat.

Explosions and gunfire outside the cave continued incessantly.

Tony and Yinsen could even hear the loud shouts of the Ten Rings members in the passageway.

Time passed bit by bit.

The sounds of explosions and gunfire outside the cave gradually ceased.

Tony and Yinsen exchanged glances and simultaneously picked up the wrenches from the workbench.

Just then, several urgent voices suddenly sounded from outside the cave's iron door.

With a clang, the tightly shut iron door was pushed open.

Head bleeding, Raza rushed in with the few remaining subordinates in a panic. He raised his rifle and forcefully confiscated the wrenches from Tony and Yinsen.

Then, he aimed the rifle barrels at their heads, standing behind them and using them as human shields.

Tony and Yinsen hadn't yet figured out what had happened when a massive black monster burst through the iron door, entering their field of view.

Although there were more Ten Rings members here compared to the previous stronghold, it made no difference to Russell.

It didn't take much effort for him to eliminate them.

The remaining members of the Ten Rings treated Tony and Yinsen as living shields. They were all that remained of the stronghold's members.

"Drop your guns! If you don't want him dead, drop your guns now!"

Raza, as the leader, had completely lost the calm that a leader should have and shouted loudly at Russell.

Perhaps to prove his determination, he even pressed the rifle against Tony's head, adopting a ferocious expression that said if Russell didn't drop his gun, he'd immediately blow Tony's head off.

"Fire! Shoot Tony Stark dead!"

"If your gun is out of bullets, I'll give you one!"

Russell manipulated his black tendrils and threw a rifle equipped with a grenade launcher in front of Raza.

What?

Raza and Tony were both stunned by Russell's unexpected response.

"What's wrong, scared to shoot?!"

"If you don't even have the guts to do this, what kind of terrorists are you? You should go back to farming!"

Seemingly feeling that Raza and Tony weren't astonished enough, Russell continued.

Raza hadn't expected that Russell wouldn't care about Tony's life in the least.

Wasn't he here to rescue Tony Stark?

Wasn't he the superhuman sent by the U.S. military to find Stark?

He genuinely didn't care about Stark's life or death?

Raza's thoughts started to become a little chaotic.

'No, he's intentionally saying this!

He's testing me!'

As the local Ten Rings leader, Raza certainly wasn't foolish.

He quickly understood Russell's true intentions.

Or rather, he thought he had deciphered Russell's intentions.

Seeing the change in Raza's expression, Russell knew that this guy was definitely overthinking it.

Under the gaze of Raza and Tony, Russell manipulated his black tendrils and raised his handguns.

"Since you're too scared to shoot, I'll do it then!"

What?

Raza and Tony were once again wide-eyed.

Before they could say anything, Russell controlled his black tendrils and executed gun-fu.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two handguns, two shots each!

The bullets left the barrels and carved different arcs in the air, precisely hitting the eyes or slightly posterior areas of the temples of Raza and the others used as human shields.

Hitting the heart would result in an eight-second subconscious reaction.

Hitting the eyes—more accurately, the nerve reaction center two inches behind the eyeball.

Once the nerve reaction center was hit!

The target wouldn't even have a chance for a subconscious reaction and would head straight to hell to report to Mephisto.

Russell was confident in his marksmanship!

Especially after acquiring the shooting skill of gun-fu.

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