Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 40 Hey, isn't this Mr. Bullseye? Come and say hello to your old superior!
As soon as the elevator on the 14th floor opened, several Osborn guards who were guarding the elevator entrance with weapons felt their eyes go dark. A guy in a gray combat suit rushed out and punched them.
Behind that guy, there was another guy with a sword who quickly stepped forward and stabbed the first guard who got up.
"puff"
Blood splattered everywhere.
"Successfully complete a melee execution, and your combat skill proficiency will be improved."
Mason looked at the prompt that popped up in front of him, and pushed aside the guard with a pierced heart in front of him with disgust. The other guys had already been knocked to the ground by the old Spider, who was still in his prime, so he didn't need to finish them off.
He looked at the chaotic 14th floor of the Osborne Tower, and then looked at the sword in his hand. The silver sword was not stained with blood. As Mason sheathed the sword, the last drop of blood fell to the ground.
His hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and the sword's information tag floated before his eyes:
Reforged Gryffindor Sword of Vengeance
Quality: Epic forging/inscription items, exquisite craftsmanship
Status: Damaged and repaired, quality reduced
Traits: Extraordinary Demon Breaker, Filth Rejection, Magic Resistance, Protective Blade, Absorption Growth, Disaster Inscription
New item effects:
Disaster: When repairing it, the Ghost Captain added the Ghost Ship's wraith iron into it, giving this angry weapon the power to inflict disaster on the opponent.
Each time it hits, the target will be inflicted with [Curse of Weakness], the wounds torn by this sword will cause [Bleeding] and be difficult to heal, and the enemies killed by this sword will have their souls torn apart and [Annihilation] will occur.
Producer: King Ragnak I of the Goblins
Restorer: Will Turner
Item Description: It's not a perfect repair, but it's pretty good. After all, if you want good stuff, you have to do it yourself.
"What a great thing! It kills without spilling blood. Unfortunately, I still don't like close combat with the enemy. It always feels too dangerous."
Mason complained quietly and pulled out his Widowmaker precision rifle from behind his back.
The moment the safety was turned on, the gun body, which was like a long box, changed rapidly with a very mechanical feel, and finally popped out to both sides to reveal the black barrel.
The energy slot behind the gun was also lit up, and the full bullet symbol was jumping on it.
"Get down!"
He shouted.
The old spider rolled on the spot and jumped onto the ceiling with a whoosh. The next second, a large team of heavily armed guards rushed over with shrill alarms.
Mason, kneeling on the ground, activated the Eye of Death. The passage of time almost stopped at this moment. The technical rifle in his hand did not need to be charged. At this distance, he could easily shatter the exoskeleton armor of these guys in front of him by relying on engineering armor-piercing bullets.
"Bang Bang"
Two consecutive shots were fired after the charging was completed. The armor-piercing kinetic bullets that were accelerated to the extreme were like hitting a balloon. They brutally pierced through a team of heavily armed guards in front of them and blew up the wall in the process.
The blinding blood mixed with dust splattered all over the ground, showing the brutal killing power of K Team's new weapon to the extreme.
"I don't doubt your determination, Peter, but at this point, can you be a little more ruthless? We don't have time to get entangled with these little soldiers. Once they react, we will be in a terrible numerical disadvantage."
Mason stood up and complained:
"And I think your current state is very suspicious. Don't tell me that you are ready to never come back, like in those awful third-rate stories, sacrificing yourself to kill the villain and try to bring hope to this doomsday.
Whether it is destruction or salvation, it is a long process.
This is far from a problem that can be solved by the death of one or two people.”
"No, I'm thinking about other things. My ex-wife and my daughter are still waiting for me to come home. I don't plan to throw my life away here."
The old spider argued:
"Besides, I haven't participated in such an intense battle for a long time. I need to take some time to find my form."
Mason curled his lips in disbelief, twisted the muzzle of his gun and fired a shot, blowing up the core of an automatic patrol mecha across two walls. He glanced at the old spider in front of him who didn't look at the pile of corpses, and said:
"Why? Do you feel uncomfortable with my cold-bloodedness?"
"No, the way you use a gun reminds me of Frank."
Spider-Man whispered:
"And he's much more ruthless than you."
"Frank Castle? Come on, I know you're complimenting me."
Mason opened the team communication and complained:
"That guy's super shooting skills are at least Lv8, and his nearly unsolvable gun adaptation is a perfect talent. How can I compare with him? Zha Kang? Selina? Is anyone on the 14th floor?
Come join me!"
"Mason, John went to the top floor to hold off the sandstorm, and Charles is outside fighting with the vultures. You can see it from the window! Elizabeth and I are installing explosives from the 14th floor all the way down!
Don't worry about us, Captain.
It's all messed up here, we can take care of ourselves... bang"
Before the female pirate Angelina could finish her words, she screamed and fired wildly at some people. Lady Elizabeth took over the communication and said to Mason:
“Be careful, Mason. We’ve let Mag and Fang out, and they’re preying on the food here. Well, I don’t have to feed them today.
They will definitely have a good meal.”
"Where's Selena?"
Mason asked as he approached the window:
"Where is our lady cat?"
“She went to hunt freely, but she said before that she was going to visit the owner of Osborne Tower and said that she felt some secrets were here.
We haven't had any contact with her for ten minutes."
Elizabeth said briefly and then ended the communication. Mason looked up and saw the kite man flying towards him on his little wings. He was holding a kinetic light machine gun in the air and firing continuously at the direction behind him. The vulture, whose wings were stronger and cooler than his, flapped its mechanical wings and swooped down on him like an eagle preying on pigeons.
Mason put his gun at the window and said to the kite flyer:
"Do you need my help? Charles, I can blow his head off with one shot. I won't miss at this distance."
"No! Boss, go to the top floor and help Zha Kang."
Charles flew through the air and dodged the missiles fired by the vulture with exquisite skills, while shouting to Mason:
"I just saw him on the rooftop being beaten by the sandstorm. He didn't seem to be a match for the opponent. Of course, it's more likely that he was just slacking off! Oh, by the way, I also saw Selina, two floors down from the top floor.
She is being chased by a weird-looking guy.
But she should be able to handle it.
Leave the Vulture to me, boss. Selina had secretly placed my flight control chip into this guy's mechanical wings, and is now executing the cracking procedure.
soon!
These powerful and cool wings belong to me!
Ahahahaha, this is the spoils I want! Stay out of my way!"
"All right."
Mason glanced at the kite flyer who was flying around in the air, luring the vultures to perform various acrobatic flying moves. It seemed that this guy was "inspecting goods" rather than fighting a fatal battle.
He seemed to want to see how far the vulture's mechanical wings could reach.
"Even after joining the Star Society, the Sinister Six have not improved at all."
Mason took back his rifle and said to the old spider beside him:
"No wonder the Sand People kept them here as a reserve. These guys' combat power is really poor. They were played around by my group of D-level players."
"Difference?"
The old spider defended his "old rivals" and said:
"Don't you see what level your team members are at? Jason Todd alone can beat Vulture and his team if he gets angry! That guy can even keep up with my speed in close combat...
Damn it!
He’s not even a superhuman yet!”
"Bang"
Mason swung his gun to smash the glass in front of him, then jumped to the balcony outside and fired his grappling gun high up.
He doesn't have time to take the elevator and go up step by step. Zha Kang might not be able to hold on any longer and he needs support now.
Spider-Man also jumped out.
The two men rushed to the rooftop quickly, but when they were about to approach the rooftop balcony that was already covered by wind and sand, a sudden gunshot caused the flying claw in Mason's hand to break in the middle.
The young man's body suddenly felt lighter, and then at the "call" of Mother Earth, he fell toward the ground from a height of nearly two hundred meters.
"Whoosh"
A ball of white spider silk grabbed Mason's feet at this moment. The old spider stepped on the balcony on the top floor and swung Mason into the broken window below.
"There's a sniper! I'll go take him out, you go help Zha Kang, I'll be right up."
Mason's voice came over the communicator, saying to the old spider:
"Remember to stay away from Zack Kang. When he's at a disadvantage, he's likely to use a cynical old cutie like you as cannon fodder..."
Spider-Man looked back.
On the top floor, it was like a large amount of quicksand was rolling and strangling something. This was the "grand scene" created by the original ability of the Sandman plus the messy enhancement of the B-level personnel to control the strong wind.
Everything was crushed and pulverized wherever the sandstorm went, but in the center of the sandstorm there was still a ball of constantly shining green light, like a shelter in the sandstorm.
That should be Mason’s team member “Zha Kang”.
"What kind of a name is this?"
The old spider complained, swung out the spider silk, broke through the wind and sand, and swung towards Constantine.
He has extensive experience in dealing with sand people, and he knows how to break the current situation.
As for Mason, he was thrown into the building and he did a tactical roll to hide in the corner. Holding a precision rifle and turning on the combat assistance, he searched for the target in this messy place with power outage.
But a strange boomerang-like object whizzed out from the darkness, and slashed towards Mason's neck at an exaggerated angle.
"Bang"
The young man ducked to avoid the boomerang's blow, but was hit in the chest by another object.
He looked down and saw that what was inserted into the outside of the armor was a...
pen?
Mason pulled out the pen that had nearly pierced his heart and threw it aside, then threw several engineering grenades toward the dark area in front of him, using the explosion to cover himself as he entered another hiding place.
He was constantly attacked by all kinds of strange things.
The characteristics of those things are that they are extremely accurate and have very strange trajectories, making it impossible for rely on the trajectory to lock the enemy's position.
"This is not super shooting, at least not the kind of super shooting I understand."
He adjusted his breathing, used the floating aiming frame to search for the enemy, and squinted his eyes as he thought:
"With such an almost omnipotent and ever-changing throwing skill... Bullseye? He's here too? But in Zhakang's case, there is no such guy among the reserve members of the Hydra team.
So, he works for Norman Osborn, the true owner of Osborn Tower?"
"Bang"
A golf ball flew over at an extremely high speed, bounced off the wall above Mason's head, and hit Mason's head hard, but the young man dodged it by leaning sideways.
But this action exposed his position, and then several boomerangs flew towards Mason.
This made the young man grit his teeth.
This damn psychopathic killer was obviously teasing him in a cruel cat-and-mouse way, but Mason was not one to sit still and wait for death.
He couldn't catch Bullseye's exact location, as he was moving quickly in the darkness like a ghost, but he knew he must be behind the messy office in front of him.
Mason dodged the flying boomerang with a tactical roll, and his hat was cut open amid the screams and roars of the Sorting Hat, just a few inches away from cutting into his skull.
"Snap"
He took something out of his arms and threw it towards the dark place in front of him. The thing flew in the air like a grenade and was smashed into pieces by a toothpick thrown by the hiding Bullseye.
The bottle that was designed to break on impact shattered in the air, and then a roar so low and inhuman sounded at the battlefield.
It's like magic.
The zombie Kingpin, who had been shrunk by Mason with a voodoo spell, fell to the ground with a bang. The super mutant zombie king, who still retained some sanity, almost immediately smelled the breath of a living person.
It howled and climbed up, rushing towards Bullseye's hiding place. Within a few steps, it was pierced by all kinds of projectiles and bullets.
But for zombies, they can't feel pain.
With a loud bang, the corpse king King Jin Bing, with red eyes, swung his mutated fists and smashed the closet where Bullseye was hiding, making the killer wearing a black tights and with a black and white bullseye mark on his forehead dodge in embarrassment.
He pulled out a very high-tech-looking pistol and shot without aiming or raising his hand. He emptied a magazine and cracked open Kingpin's skull, then jumped up and stuffed a grenade into it.
But at the same time, Mason, who was already kneeling and shooting in the back, also locked on his target.
The moment the bullseye landed, Mason smiled and pulled the trigger.
Amid the buzzing sound of charging, a bullet accelerated to the extreme flew out of the barrel, and the bullseye looked back at this moment as if he had sensed something.
"Bang"
His head was raised upwards, and his whole body was lifted into the air by the huge impact force. The black and white bull's eye symbol on his forehead shattered and blood gushed out.
The bullet hit the bull's eye.
However, Mason did not stop at all. The moment the bullet was fired, he rushed over quickly, pulled out the kinetic pistol at his waist, and fired eleven shots at him at the position where the bullseye fell to the ground, emptying an entire magazine.
As the smoke rose, Mason still did not receive the kill notification.
Even the eleven cursed bullets plus one charged bullet had already hit the bullseye's little head.
But he was only seriously injured and unconscious, but not dead.
Mason squatted down and looked at the psychopathic killer in front of him who was being beaten by him like a torture. A peculiar silver-white color seeped out from the bones exposed under the torn scalp.
"Adamantium... turns out to be a reinforced version."
The captain of Team K let out a long sigh, took out the bat lock, locked the guy up, and threw him into the briefcase he was carrying. He turned his head and looked at the zombie Kingpin whose head was blown off by the grenade.
This guy is not dead!
The vitality of this super zombie king is so strong that it is astonishing.
"You can use some evil voodoo to make it into a zombie, Mason."
The Sorting Hat, which was torn apart once again, said weakly:
"Its physical properties are amazing. It is definitely a top-quality voodoo material. As you can see, although it is not very useful, it is more than enough to be a target for you to attract fire."
"That's what I thought."
Mason took out the enchantment bottle and wanted to take back the miserable zombie Jin Bing. At this moment, Catwoman's weak voice sounded in his communication channel:
"Little Mason, I just heard the distinctive sound of your gun, and I'm near you. Come help me! Quick! I stole something incredible!
Also, let me remind you that I seem to have attracted some incredible guys.
Be prepared.
That old guy named Norman Osborn looks a lot more powerful than the pretentious Sandstorm."
"What did you steal to lure out the big boss behind this?"
Mason asked in surprise. Catwoman endured the pain, laughed hoarsely, and said:
"His most precious treasure, his...son."
"Um?"
