Deep inside the cave, Ethan was securing components of the Mark I armor onto Tony.
"Click!" As the sound of metal colliding with metal echoed from the direction of the iron door, the observation port on the iron door opened a crack.
A man wearing a black headscarf and a fierce expression peered through the opening, then yelled, "Stark! Ethan!"
Ethan's hand jerked, almost dropping the wrench he was holding.
No one answered from inside, but the Terrorists outside continued to shout their names.
Helpless, Tony could only say to Ethan, "Say something, say something to him."
"He's speaking Hungarian! I don't know Hungarian!" Ethan's veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped to the ground.
"Then speak Hungarian! Just say something to fool him!"
"Alright…" Ethan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
He steeled himself and, with a trembling voice, shouted something towards the observation port.
As for what he shouted, Tony couldn't understand.
The shouts from outside grew more impatient, and Ethan could only grit his teeth, responding with the same phrase.
The man outside shouted, the man inside shouted, but their shouts were completely out of sync, like a cow's head not matching a horse's mouth.
The communication between the two sides stopped.
Outside the door, the Terrorist wrapped in a black headscarf had veins bulging in his neck.
Perhaps he had a bad temper, or perhaps he truly couldn't understand what Ethan was trying to express; in any case, after confirming that he couldn't communicate with the people inside, he sharply nodded his head towards his companion.
His companion, receiving the signal, immediately stepped forward, pulled back the latch, and both men simultaneously gripped the doorknob, tensing their muscles and pushing inward with force.
The rusty iron door let out a piercing creak, and just as the door hinge began to turn, a slender metal bolt was instantly ripped out.
Before the two could react, a blinding flash of Fire directly blasted open the heavy iron door.
The violent explosion shook the ground, and the air blast swept through like a hurricane. The two men screamed as they were thrown backward along with the iron door, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the cave floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.
It must be said, this directional blast was incredibly precise.
The people outside, along with the large door, were blown away, but the two people inside were unharmed.
Well, it's a bit dusty inside now, but it's much better than what those two unfortunate souls just experienced.
Tony, fixed to the stand, couldn't see the situation outside due to the angle, so he directly asked the person who could see: "Ethan! What's the situation outside?"
Ethan poked his head out, glanced through the smoke at the two men lying dead on the ground by the entrance, then turned back with a smile: "I think it looks pretty successful!"
No sooner had he spoken than he turned to install the remaining equipment for the armor.
"Ethan, go start the power sequence first."
Ethan was also sweating profusely at this point. Hearing Tony's words, he hesitated for a second, then decisively put down his tools and rushed to the nearby computer console.
"Okay, what do I do?"
...In the cave, in that crude monitoring room.
The Commander here, the man in camouflage, didn't have a very pleasant expression on his face at the moment.
After all, all the monitors in his monitoring room had just suffered a chain explosion caused by a short circuit in one of them.
Because all these monitors were connected to the same power strip.
Of course, he couldn't have guessed that an alien life form had tried to enhance that monitor by 15, and the enhancement failed.
The key issue wasn't that several people next to him were riddled with holes like pincushions; the key was that he was now like a blind man.
Because he had lost all visibility within the entire cave.
He didn't know what was happening in his cave, let alone what Ethan and Stark were up to now.
Thinking of this, the camouflage-clad man suddenly kicked away the smoking monitor wreckage, and the dull thud of dented metal casing echoed through the room.
He raised a hand to wipe the sand from his face, his eyes bloodshot, and roared at his subordinates around him: "Are your ears deaf?! Grab your weapons, all of you, and go to Stark and Ethan's cell immediately!"
"If they escape, we're all finished!"
His subordinates, intimidated by his aura, exchanged glances, then quickly gripped their weapons and stumbled frantically towards the cell… Three Terrorists, gripping rifles, ran urgently through the rubble-strewn cave passage.
The leading man ran fast, clearing the way at the front, with the other two close behind.
As they rounded the third corner and reached the intersection of the passage, the two Terrorists at the very back suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies. Before they could react to what was happening, they were lifted into the air.
The man in front was only focused on rushing forward, and after running for a distance, he felt an eerie quietness around him and a chill down his spine.
His footsteps involuntarily slowed, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart, as if he had lost something important.
He frowned, slowly turned his head, and behind him was empty; there was no sign of his companions, only the swaying Shadows on the rock wall.
Just as he widened his eyes, full of doubt, his lips trembling slightly as he was about to shout, a sticky and cold sensation suddenly came from the back of his neck, as if something alien had tightly wrapped around him.
Before he could even raise his hand to check, a huge force yanked him off the ground, and he was instantly airborne.
The moment he lost his balance, the rifle in his hand discharged two shots before slipping. Just as it was about to hit the ground, a web shot from the ceiling, sticking to the rifle, and then pulled it up to the ceiling as well.
On the ceiling, cocoons made of White webs almost covered the entire ceiling, looking exceptionally exaggerated.
The webs were layered and intertwined, gleaming with a cold luster under the dim cave lights. One might even think this was the set for Journey to the West, filming the Spiderweb Cave today.
At this moment, New York's good friend, New York City's good neighbor, Spider-Man, in his iconic Red and Blue suit, was diligently working.
He constantly shot webs from his wrists, precisely reinforcing every crack.
After three new cocoons were firmly secured to the ceiling, Spider-Man leaned back and, with a serious air, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
Then he suddenly realized he was wearing his mask and couldn't feel any sweat.
He hung upside down from the rock wall, looking down at the slightly warm web-shooters on his wrists, which showed a low remaining supply.
He pulled two cylindrical compressed gas canisters from his waist, skillfully twisted open the clasps, removed the old canisters, and then, after snugly fitting the new canisters into the shooters, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Today's web consumption is almost as much as the past week," Little Spider couldn't help but exclaim, looking at the ceiling he had worked so hard to create, "I hope fewer people come later, otherwise this ceiling won't have enough space."