Task Complete, Sudden Situation

John didn't even look, firing a burst at the three o'clock direction.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" A terrorist holding an AK just stepped out from the cave's corner, precisely catching the bullets as a mist of blood burst from his chest and he collapsed to the ground.

As he passed by, he casually put a bullet into the guy's head.

Entering the cramped space of the cave, he stowed his rifle, smoothly drew his pistol from his waist, leaned his body slightly forward, tilted the pistol, and advanced cautiously.

"Number one, one o'clock."

In the dim cave, only faint lights illuminated the area, filled with the sound of rifle fire.

The instant the voice came through the headset, a figure appeared at the one o'clock diagonal path ahead.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

They were close. The moment the opponent froze and raised his gun, John didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" In one second, a mist of blood burst from the opponent's chest and head.

Two to the chest, one to the head—even Hua Tuo would shake his head.

Mozambique Drill, suited for close-quarters shooting.

Two to the chest to disrupt the opponent's rhythm and stabilize your own. The final headshot's success rate is greatly increased.

The first two shots are for control, the last is the finisher.

The headset kept ringing with prompts from the others.

"Number one, corner." As the words fell, an AK barrel poked out from the corner ahead.

John grabbed the barrel and lifted it, then drew his pistol and casually shot the enemy in the head.

For a kill that could be one-shot, there was no need to aim for the chest.

But just then, an enemy appeared ahead, raising his rifle to aim at him.

"Number three, corner."

"Bang"

The gunshot rang out, and the enemy's head exploded on the spot. The headless corpse stiffened for a moment before thudding to the ground, revealing Frank behind him, holding a shotgun with a cold expression.

Frank nodded at John, then continued toward Tony Stark's direction.

"Woof woof woof!!!" Freedom Dog Duke, his mouth full of blood, came to John's side, his gunshot wounds visibly healing.

Duke had been injected with a Regeneration Potion, so he couldn't die here. John just let him run wild in the cave.

John patted his head, then raised his pistol and moved forward.

The cave was a labyrinth, and all the guards were in chaos.

Bullseye and the others moved like cold killing machines, reaping lives with indifference or frenzy.

Among them, Natasha's performance was noticeably weaker.

Erica, John, and Bullseye were all assassins, while Frank was a human weapon at the peak of solo combat.

Natasha was a spy, but her expertise was broad, mostly infiltration and intelligence gathering, making her weaker than these masters of assassination.

So, she had the fewest kills in the team.

But she clearly had her own goal. Entering the cave, she dealt with a few enemies along the way and headed straight for Tony Stark's location.

"What's happening?" Natal, who had been angrily kicking the iron door, stopped and turned around, listening to the gunfire outside growing fainter, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"I'll take some men to check it out!" The Deputy beside him waved his hand and immediately left with two men.

Natal watched the Deputy's retreating figure and, for some reason, had a strong premonition that he might not come back.

"Fuck! Blow the door open!" He shook off the thought and pointed angrily at the sealed iron door.

Originally meant to keep Stark and the others from escaping, it had now become their last line of defense.

After speaking, he quickly retreated. Two other men placed Sticky Bombs on the iron door and then hurried back to take cover around a corner.

"Boom!" A deafening roar erupted, followed by a thick cloud of smoke. The entire cave trembled, and countless rocks fell.

"Looks like my rescue is here," Stark said cheerfully from inside his iron suit to Yinsen, who was transmitting data beside him.

"Are they reliable? I mean, you found them on a Game Platform," Yinsen said, still worried.

"Well..." Stark paused. Honestly, he wasn't confident either.

Though one of the players who took the mission was the Punisher, someone he was familiar with, it could just be a fan of his.

Still, considering the uploaded tech, this hidden platform seemed to have some capability.

Just as he was thinking, an explosion suddenly rang out from the door.

"Boom!" Dust billowed as the iron door was blasted open by the massive explosion.

"I'll hold them off." Seeing this, Yinsen glanced at the data still being transmitted, a flicker of resolve flashing in his eyes.

With that, he grabbed a gun and charged out.

"Yinsen!" Stark shouted from behind, watching his friend's death-defying retreat, trying to call him back.

But Yinsen acted as if he hadn't heard, not slowing for a moment as he plunged into the smoke.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..."

"I'm over here!"

"After him!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat..."

The dense gunfire kept pouring in from outside. Inside the armor, Stark could only pray the data transfer would speed up.

But the next moment, the leader of the Ten Commandments Gang strode in.

"I have to say, your friend is admirable. Too bad he paid with his life." Natal held a pistol, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Stark inside the armor.

Stark was a genius, after all.

He hadn't joined the pursuit but had stayed behind, just to see the new weapon Stark had developed in the cave.

"Maybe we can sit down and talk. Don't you want the Jericho Missile? I can keep making them for you." Stark forced a smile, trying to buy some time.

But Natal glanced at the data cable connected nearby and clearly wasn't falling for it.

He chuckled softly, raising his pistol to aim at Stark.

"That gear you're wearing is pretty impressive."

Stark stared at the dark muzzle pointed at him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

"Pfft!" Suddenly, Natal's eyes went wide, staring in disbelief at his own chest.

A short fork had pierced through it, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Thud!" Erica tossed the body aside, then looked at Stark.

"Mission complete." She tapped her headset and said.

Stark stared in surprise at the woman before him, dressed in a sexy red outfit and holding twin forks.

"You're... a player on a mission?" he asked uncertainly.

Erica nodded coldly, about to speak, when he suddenly raised his heavy armored arm.

"Click!" A missile shot out, hurtling straight toward her.

Erica's expression shifted, and she instinctively dodged to the side.

"Boom!"