After selecting the world, Qi Yun returned to the **Marvel Cinematic Universe (Earth-199999)**. During the time he left, five days had passed in this world.
In the distant **Afghanistan**, **Tony Stark** completed his most proud work—**the Mark I armor**—and also achieved a feat: **fighting his way out of a terrorist stronghold using the prototype suit**.
**Mark I Prototype Armor (Unfinished)**
**Introduction:** Height **2.5m**, width **1.8m**, weight **1500 lbs**, equipped with **flamethrowers, mini-missile launchers, and reinforced plating**, powered by a **miniaturized arc reactor**, with an outer shell made of **scrap titanium alloy**.
**Attack Methods:** **Melee strikes, flamethrowers, single-shot missiles**
**Attack Power:** **0-300 (low-yield explosives and blunt force)**
**Defense:** **30 (capable of stopping small arms fire but vulnerable to heavy weapons)**
**Evaluation:** **A jury-rigged combat exoskeleton with limited mobility, poor heat dissipation, and short operational capacity.**
**"Maybe it would be good to use as an enlightenment toy for my son."** — **Victor von Doom** (**Fantastic Four #5, 1962**)
**Rating:** **21 points for blue-level items (Note: Blue-level items score between 10-40).**
After seeing the item information, Tony's expression darkened. **"This Victor von Doom wouldn't know innovation if it bit him."**
**"Making toys for your son? With this, your kid would either become the next Iron Man or get himself blown up."**
**"Wow, Tony, you are too strong,"** **Ho Yinsen** said, running his hands over the armor's crude plating. **"A single-man combat suit? Every engineer's dream!"**
Yinsen's praise lifted Tony's spirits—at least someone appreciated his work.
**"It's functional, but the tools here are prehistoric. We'll have to make do."** Tony gestured for Yinsen to help him suit up. **"This is our ticket out."**
**"Understood."** Yinsen had assisted in the armor's construction, so securing the components was second nature.
Minutes later, Tony stood encased in steel, waiting for the **terrorist sentry's** arrival. If they could eliminate him quietly, their escape would be smoother.
At midnight, the guard arrived. Tony, hearing footsteps, positioned himself by the door.
**"Now!"**
With a burst of servos, Tony crashed through the wall, his armored fist striking the terrorist's chest. Blood splattered across the Mark I's chestplate.
**"Yinsen! Move!"** Tony charged forward, flames roaring from his gauntlet.
Yinsen grabbed the fallen guard's **AK-47** and followed, using Tony as mobile cover.
The breakout triggered chaos—terrorists swarmed the corridor, bullets pinging off the armor. Tony retaliated with his **built-in flamethrower**, igniting three attackers.
**The Mark I, though unstable, held together—barely.**
Grenade blasts cratered the armor, but Tony pushed on, dodging an **RPG-7** by sheer luck—**these militants had terrible aim.**
**"Tony! They're flooding the tunnels!"** Yinsen shouted.
**"Then we run faster!"** Tony glanced back—**the suit's optics were nonexistent; he relied on the Mk. I's slit visor.**
Two **mini-missiles** deployed from the shoulder mounts. Tony exhaled, eyeballing the trajectory—**no targeting systems here.**
**Whoosh!** One missile struck a cluster of hostiles, vaporizing them.
**"Damn it!"** Tony hadn't meant to waste ammunition on grunts.
Another RPG whizzed past. Tony fired his last missile—**this time, it collapsed the cave entrance, sealing their pursuers behind rubble.**
**Not a permanent solution, but it bought time.**
Once clear of the **Ten Rings' signal jammers**, Tony activated the **emergency beacon**—**a favor called in from Colonel James Rhodes.**
After sprinting further, Tony halted.
**"Yinsen, get me out! This thing's a glowing target!"**
Yinsen unlatched the armor. Tony retrieved the **homing transponder**—**Rhodey would track this.**
He then rigged the **Mark I's power core to overload.**
**"Let's go!"**
The abandoned suit stood inert. Soon, **terrorist trucks** screeched to a halt around it. Their leader, **Raza Hamidmi al-Wazar**, kicked the armor before spotting footprints.
**"Spread out! Find them!"**
Tony, now distant, pressed the **detonator.**
**BOOM!** The Mark I erupted, flames engulfing the trucks.
Yinsen gaped at the inferno. **"That was… excessive."**
Tony smirked. **"Wait till you see my next suit's fireworks."**
Meanwhile, **S.H.I.E.L.D. (Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division)** intercepted the distress signal. While **the U.S. military** scrambled, **Nick Fury** deployed **Strike Team Delta** to extract Stark and intercept pursuers.
From above, a **Quinjet** marked with the **S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle** descended.