At this moment, in the cave prison.
Ethan's fingers operated on the keyboard as Stark instructed, sweat dripping from his chin onto the control panel.
But after completing all operations, he still had to wait for the loading progress bar to finish.
Taking advantage of this time, he didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, quickly bent down, and secured the buckles on Stark's body one by one with screws.
When everything was done, Doctor Ethan, who had been busy and nervous for so long, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could rest for long, a faint gunshot came from a distance, piercing the tense air in the prison.
Ethan suddenly raised his head, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath, his voice firm: "I'll buy you some time!"
Stark, fixed in the Iron Armor, was unable to move at this moment because the power program had not yet fully loaded.
He understood what Ethan meant by "buying time" and hurriedly warned: "Ethan! Stick to the plan!"
However, Ethan had already rushed to the door, picked up a rifle from beside two corpses on the ground, and charged out without hesitation.
Ethan's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, but his steps were incredibly firm.
He fired wildly, trying to embolden himself and intimidate any potential Terrorists, as he rushed out of the prison.
Gunshots echoed through the cave, creating waves of reverberation.
"Ethan? Ethan!!" Stark's shouts were filled with anxiety, but he could only watch Ethan's figure disappear out the door.
He took a deep breath, looking at the progress bar on the computer screen not far away, his expression turning somewhat fierce.
Outside the cave, Ethan rushed out like a mad Beast, the gun in his hand spitting Fire.
Empty shell casings rained down on the ground, making crisp clinking sounds.
His eyes were bloodshot, his throat hoarse from roaring. Each time he pulled the trigger, his body shook violently from the recoil, but he seemed to feel no pain, merely repeating the shooting motion mechanically, bullets flying haphazardly in all directions.
"Come on! Come on!" Ethan's roar echoed in the cave. He ran outward, his steps faltering yet firm.
Hearing the deafening gunshots and Ethan's almost frantic shouts from inside, the Terrorists who had been preparing to surround the prison turned pale.
They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with fear, and turned to run without hesitation.
They weren't some suicide squad; why should they fight a madman inside?
You see, the gun in the Doctor's hand was no longer the one he first picked up, as that one had run out of bullets.
And how did he get the new gun? From whoever was slow to run.
Several slower companions had already been hit by Ethan's wild shots, falling into pools of blood and twitching.
The remaining ones naturally didn't want to be the next victims. These Terrorists, usually fierce and menacing, now scattered like startled rabbits.
Ethan was in the midst of his chase when he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.
He felt as if something had flashed past him.
It was so fast, like an illusion passing before his eyes.
He paused, dazed for a moment, slightly flustered, and vigorously shook his head, trying to dispel the dizziness.
Opening his eyes again to look outside, he remembered what he had been doing before, and his eyes instantly turned red again.
Picking up another gun from the ground, Ethan was like a God of Death crawling out of hell, the muzzle of his gun like the Fire spitting from hell... That brief moment was indeed not Ethan's illusion.
Just as he was chasing enthusiastically, a blue, raptor-like, masked creature, or simply XLR8, appeared beside him at an extremely high speed.
At this time, Ethan was wearing a White shirt with a White T-shirt underneath.
Unfortunately, neither of these garments had pockets.
XLR8 spun rapidly around Ethan twice at astonishing speed, and finally, it found a relatively secure place to put something—the Doctor's pants pocket.
XLR8 ran at extremely high speed to the dead end of the cave it had found when it first came here.
After finding the bracelet it had hidden there, it returned at an extremely high speed, stopping with a "whoosh" in front of Ethan.
After gently placing the bracelet into his pocket and patting it, it still felt uneasy, so it simply darted like lightning back towards Tony's prison.
Before long, XLR8 returned, clutching a roll of tape. It skillfully tore off a piece of tape with its claws and carefully sealed the pocket holding the bracelet.
After ensuring everything was secure and completing all this, it nodded in satisfaction, then transformed into a blue light and shot out of the cave like a flash of lightning.
And all of this was completed almost in an instant.
Ethan continued to fire his gun, screaming frantically, and chasing towards the cave entrance.
The gunpowder smoke filling the cave irritated his nostrils, and sweat continuously dripped from his chin, soaking the front of his shirt.
As he was running wildly, just about to turn a corner to catch up with the Terrorists who had just fled, a faint shout came from somewhere, he couldn't tell where.
"No!"
Ethan's steps faltered slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but the momentum of the chase didn't allow him to think deeply, so he rounded the corner before him.
The moment he turned the corner, Ethan suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body frozen in place.
Seven gleaming rifles, their dark muzzles, were aimed directly at his chest, forming a cold line of Death in the dim cave entrance.
Seven Terrorists, dressed in various outfits, surrounded him in a fan shape, their eyes under turbans or helmets filled with murderous intent, as if they could pull the trigger at any moment.
Among them was the Bald Camouflage Man leading the group.
The gun in Ethan's hand trembled involuntarily, and the cold sweat seeping from his back made his already drenched shirt feel even colder. He knew he was finished.
Despite the Bald Camouflage Man holding a gun and looking confident of victory, he was actually very confused at this moment.
His peripheral vision quickly scanned around, but he only saw a few people.
There had clearly been an emergency summons just now, but only a sparse few had arrived.
Where were the rest of the people? Although the main force was outside the cave with guns, there couldn't be only these 7 people inside the cave, right?
Could they all have died inside? Were Ethan and Stark that good at fighting?
But he couldn't think too much at this moment. His gaze refocused on Ethan. The trembling gun and pale face of his opponent instead ignited a bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes.
He suddenly raised a hand and made a downward gesture.
Instantly, five rifles simultaneously spat Fire, bullets flying towards Ethan like rain.
Bullets hit Ethan densely, blowing open blood flowers on his body, exaggerated like a B-grade gore film.
The strong impact sent him flying backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the gravel-strewn ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Ethan lay on the ground, his eyes vacant as he stared at the cave ceiling.
He gasped for breath, waiting for the intense pain to engulf him like a tide, waiting for life to gradually ebb away.
He silently closed his eyes, and then... Ethan opened them again.
What's going on? Why doesn't it hurt when the bullets hit me?