Even the heavy armor couldn't withstand heavy machine gun bullets. Tony's body shook violently, giving the other criminals more opportunities to attack.
Looking at the machine gun no more than fifty meters away, Tony was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
The flamethrowers had been the only long-range weapons he was able to make from the raw materials the criminals had provided him with in a short period of time, but they couldn't reach the machine gun which was more than fifty meters away.
If this went on, this armor made from ordinary materials would soon be pierced through by the heavy machine gun.
His gaze involuntarily fell on a red button on his left arm.
Leave? he thought unwillingly.
Suddenly, he felt a heavy stab to his thigh. He glanced down and saw a small bullet hole in the armor.
