Chapter 41: Nowhere to Escape

　　Everyone looked up at the sky. The headline that originally belonged to Clark was interrupted by this golden light. The flower-growing land that had been covered by clouds for thousands of years reappeared, making a loud sound of returning to the world.

　　The mere action of dispersing the clouds caused a collective climax in all countries, ushering in the largest strike in human history. Everyone crowded the streets, gazing at the overwhelming golden light.

　　Under this golden light, the night is as bright as the day.

　　Fortunately, the unfortunate trio trapped in the cave didn't know any of this.

　　Dan Heng stared at the bronze box that Stark had casually thrown aside, and bad memories came to his mind. He remembered the mess he had made in his outrageous past life, and that the Ten Kings Division had indeed been smashed once more than two hundred years ago.

　　No matter how I think about it, it has something to do with the Yinyue Rebellion. Why can I see things from my hometown even when I am exiled to such a remote place? I have been secluded from the world for thousands of years!

　　The fledgling Xiao Qinglong felt so depressed that he had no place to express his feelings. Now he didn't have to worry about the terrorists coming to take revenge. After what happened today, it was considered a huge force if there were any remnants left.

　　On the other side, Stark finally put on his iron armor. Although the heavy iron shell made it inconvenient to move, he was still a fighting force. He squatted down and wanted to take the flower box away from the ground.

　　"Hold it, Ethan. This is something my dad loves so much. The old guy even wrote about it in his suicide note. I don't know when he became a flower fanatic."

　　Stark complained and used his bulky mechanical arm to put the bronze box into the doctor's arms. Dan Heng's scalp was about to explode because his armpits were getting hotter and hotter.

　　"You'd better throw this thing here." He warned coldly, but without much expectation.

　　Sure enough, the spoiled rich man disagreed: "Hey! I'm your boss! I took a huge risk to get this, I'm going to keep it."

　　"Um, Mr. Danheng, can't you add another box to your car? This is a flower-growing cultural relic, how can it be left in a terrorist's cave like this?"

　　Ethan didn't quite agree. As an intellectual, he almost had a natural desire to protect cultural relics.

　　This is the Star Core Sealing Box produced by the Ten Kings Division. It won't be a problem even if this place is blown to pieces. Dan Heng wanted to answer like this, but in order to hide his identity, he kept his mouth shut.

　　I hope the noise won’t be too loud… Danheng walked in front of the team, clearing the way for those behind, while praying silently in his heart.

　　In the narrow corridor, the knocked-out soldiers were lying on the ground in all directions, and their guns were thrown on the ground. If there were an experienced person here, he would have found that the person who attacked was extremely quick and decisive, and no attack was wasted.

　　Unfortunately, there are only the rookie hero who just changed jobs and the domineering president’s doctor friend here, and no one has lit up the combat mastery skill.

　　"You are so skilled, are you the company's super soldier?" Stark asked directly. Rumors about the company's super soldiers have been widely circulated, otherwise it cannot explain how they could have taken over so many disputed areas with such miraculous skills.

　　"No comment." Dan Heng remained silent. He walked through the dark and damp land in the corridor, walked out of the cave, and stepped onto the dry and hot sand outside.

　　"Is that... the direction to plant flowers?" At that time, the golden light in the sky had just faded away.

　　Stark and Ethan, who were one step behind, did not see the last strange phenomenon in the sky. The sun was too big and the first generation armor had no heat dissipation function. Stark did not step out of the cave, but stood inside the door.

　　"What are you looking at, the sky?" Ethan came out holding the box. He raised his hands to cover his eyes and enjoyed the sun bath.

　　"Just now..." Dan Heng turned around and was about to explain what he saw, but he suddenly stopped talking. He turned around at lightning speed, grabbed Ethan's collar with his left hand and threw him out.

　　A strange red light came vertically, carrying with it the bloodthirstiness and misery of a vengeful ghost from hell. It lifted up all the sand that passed by, and the wind and sand covered the entire sky in an instant.

　　"Let go of what's in your hand!" he yelled, holding the gun horizontally in front of him. The red light hit a protruding rock on the side and actually cut the rock in half, and continued to move forward until it split the ground into a crack.

　　"Who?" Stark didn't care about the temperature. He trotted out of the cave and protected his only friend with his funny-looking armor.

　　Ethan, who was about to let go, held the thing even tighter after seeing him.

　　Dan Heng had no time to care about his employer. He stared at the black shadow that was becoming clearer and clearer outside the wind and sand.

　　"Click", "Click"...

　　The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but the wind coming from nowhere kept the sand from spreading for a long time. In the dark world covered by sand, a spot of scarlet light broke through.

　　The broken sword edge hit Jiyun's gun barrel, and fierce sparks were produced at the moment of impact.

　　“Hahahahahaha, drink the moon, drink the moon!”

　　The man laughed loudly and attacked again and again with the sword. The sword light cut through the lingering sand and splashed up more sand. The terrorists who were originally knocked unconscious lost their lives for no apparent reason.

　　The sword energy scattered on the ground, splitting the originally solid barrier into pieces like tofu. Stark dragged Ethan back, and could only catch a glimpse of a long-haired man in black from the occasional clash of swords and guns.

　　"A murder of passion?" The famous playboy almost thought it was a wrong idea, until the guy almost split his armor with a knife, and then Stark realized that it was a man.

　　"Mad man, really a mad man..." Dan Heng tried his best to protect the employers behind him. He looked coldly at the man who had been chasing him since he was exiled and knew nothing about him except his name.

　　"When will we pay for our sins!" Ren Que looked crazy. The more indifferent Dan Heng was, the more his posture resembled the former Dragon Lord. He had already immersed himself in his own world, and his evil Yin body began to act up.

　　"That's enough. I've said it many times. I'm not him!"

　　Dan Heng raised his foot and kicked Ren in the waist and abdomen, kicking the guy who had been attacking and never defending away. He took advantage of the momentum and jumped back in front of Stark and Ethan.

　　"What were they talking about just now?" Tony asked Ethan stealthily.

　　"I don't know. It's a language I haven't heard of before." Ethan said that he had been in the Middle East for so many years and had never heard of this kind of language system.

　　"But that guy is obviously here to cause trouble." The smart Stark understood the situation. He raised his arm and opened fire without caring whether anyone cooperated or not.

　　Without blinking, he performed a knife-cutting trick on the spot, and the bullet heads fell to the ground with clanking sounds, without even getting a glance.

　　"Super soldier? Or another alien? Can this world have fewer weird guys?" The building of physics no longer exists, and Stark is filled with grief and indignation.

　　"Yinyue, do you think I won't recognize you just because you changed your face and identity?"

　　Dan Heng and Dan Feng were the only ones pushing the blade with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Dan Heng's heart, not caring about the two burdens hiding behind Dan Heng at all.

　　"The Vajra has been reincarnated, and the previous debt has been paid. I am not him." No matter what Ren said, Dan Heng only had this answer.

　　"Please, everyone, can you speak English?" Stark shouted in despair, not understanding.

　　Dan Heng took a deep breath and said, "Listen to me, Mr. Stark. That man is coming for me and the Xing...flower box. You guys leave the box here and leave this place as soon as possible."

　　"None of you can leave."

　　Blade rushed forward again with sword in hand, his moves more brutal and dangerous than before. Every ray of sword light he swung was a dangerous red, like a flower blooming in hell.

　　A long time later, when Stark, who had come into contact with the flower-growing culture, recalled this day, he discovered that the sword light slashed by the man called Blade was as sharp as the red spider lily. But he did not know it at that time. He only vaguely felt that the man had the upper hand, but was still in pain as if falling into the abyss.

　　If Tony Stark was given some time, he would definitely be able to use his company's resources to build the best armor and get back his face, but he is now in the Middle East, he has lost contact with Jue Zan, and he has only a crudely made iron shell on his body. He is really poor and has little ambition.

　　The man in black clothes with a red background and long flowing hair was holding a broken sword full of cracks. He fought back and forth with Dan Heng, who had single-handedly challenged an entire terrorist lair. The black and red figures and the blue and white figures flashed by alternately, and the poor base was completely destroyed.

　　"Damn, they're so fast..." Stark protected Ethan and hid in the only intact trench. He tried to use the ammunition on his body to create a loophole for Dan Heng, but he always found it difficult to aim.

　　"Yinyue, do you really think you can escape from the past?" Ren laughed and swung his sword, not caring at all about the bursting wounds on his body. He even wanted Dan Heng to stab deeper, deep enough to imprint death on this body.

　　"Hurry up and throw the star core to him!" Dan Heng didn't want to delay here. This guy was relying on his survival to do something fatal. The terrorists here were just appetizers for him, but he couldn't do that. He had two burdens to take care of, and the company's rent was really expensive.

　　"Star core? You really know this thing. Who are you?" What secret is there?

　　But Dan Heng did not answer him. He was too busy dealing with the blade's attack to even leave a green afterimage when he swung Jiyun.

　　Stark no longer hesitated. He snatched the box from Ethan's arms, activated the flight device of the armor and rushed towards the black-clad evil spirit: "Hey, try this!"

　　He activated all the missiles on his armor, and lasers shot out from his palms. The missiles bloomed like golden stamens, emitting dazzling and cruel light.

　　This was effective because Blade was indeed drawn to his attention, but it was also ineffective because Blade only cared about the star core he threw down.

　　"Listen to me, A Ren, you will bring the star core back." The woman's whisper lingered in his ears, and the purple mist guided him out of the magic barrier. Ren briefly came back to his senses from the pleasure of revenge.

　　"Star core..." He slowly remembered the task assigned by Elio and ignored the missiles and lasers flying towards him.

　　"There are too many flaws, kid." The former engineer Baiye just moved his wrist, and the red light he swung out easily hit the weak link of the first-generation armor. The laser that shot out instantly misfired, and the firefly-like missile also shattered in an instant.

　　If Dan Heng hadn't fought desperately to block other attacks, our Iron Man would have been completely dead.

　　"Tony!" Ethan exclaimed and helped Stark up from his fallen body. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured except for some scratches.

　　How did he know the weak spot of this armor? Stark looked at the hellish god in shock, but he was still completely ignored.

　　Ren picked up the box that sealed the star core, not caring about the Jiyun that Dan Heng had placed across his neck.

　　"What, are you going to unleash your power here?" He sneered at his evasion.

　　Dan Heng tightened his grip on the gun: "You've got what you wanted, now get out of here."

　　"What a pity! I was thinking that if he didn't give it to me, we could end it properly. Yinyue, how long are you going to run away?"

　　Ren opened his arms and allowed the tip of Jiyun's gun to pierce the skin on his chest, but Danheng's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, but soon pressed it firmly against his heart.

　　"I'm not him. Also, if you die here again, your mission will fail. Is this also in your boss's script?"

　　Player: Brother Diandao, forget it, the child is still young, please give me some time. I really didn’t write a script for your failure.

　　Ren snorted and retracted his arm: "Next time we meet, you won't be so lucky."

　　"You'd better think about how to get out of this desert. I have already notified the people in the company that this is a wanted criminal worth 8.3 billion."

　　Dan Heng still held Jiyun vigilantly.

　　"Don't bother." There was no need to fight, and Ren didn't have the patience to chat with the amnesiac Yinyue.

　　He turned and walked towards the desert, disappearing in the vast sandstorm.