Jason leapt from the rooftop with acrobatic precision.
His dagger carved a streak of sparks against the wall as he descended, his movements fluid and graceful despite the urgency of the situation.
Crossing the wide street at full sprint, he reached the square fronting the financial building. With dual pistols drawn, he unleashed a barrage of bullets. While insufficient to eliminate the ninja horde entirely, his fire suppressed their advance momentarily.
Behind him, a black tactical van—shielded by concentrated covering fire—executed a perfect drift maneuver before screeching to a halt at his position.
The side door slid open to reveal a matte-black six-barrel Gatling gun.
"Sir, M134 is in position!"
Jason backpedaled to the vehicle, gripping the massive weapon as its hinges produced a mechanical symphony of "click, click, click" when he rotated it toward the target.
Observing the crimson-clad ninjas rushing toward him, a predatory smile spread across his face.
According to his system, these shadow ninja all registered as Bronze-tier target.
This harvest might prove even more bountiful than the vampire blood feast he'd previously enjoyed!
With a mere thought, he activated his compound eyes ability for enhanced targeting.
"Da da da!"
Six pitch-black gun barrels erupted with blazing projectiles!
In that instant, the square transformed into a hellscape.
Dust clouds billowed skyward, fragments of concrete and gravel flew in all directions, and the cacophony of sustained fire echoed like the wails of tormented spirits!
The shadow ninjas showed no fear, continuing to surge from the building's lobby, but the river of tracer rounds held them at bay—a blazing serpent of firepower devouring everything in its path.
...
In the financial building's underground parking garage, an altar adorned with intricate arcane patterns pulsed with unholy light.
With each flash, more red-clad ninjas materialized. Their wooden expressions remained unchanged as they moved with uncanny precision toward the stairwells, forming an endless procession of undead warriors.
Beneath this altar lay a second subterranean level.
There, a circle of priests wearing crimson ghost masks and scarlet robes surrounded Daredevil, their voices rising in an eldritch chant.
Kingpin and key members of the Hand observed from the periphery.
Wilson Fisk wore his signature white suit and leaned slightly on his customary cane. His brow furrowed as his gaze repeatedly returned to two familiar figures nearby—Murakami and Sowande!
Two individuals who should have been killed by Hell's Butcher!
He had consulted his police informant about the incident. According to officers who processed the scene, the lower bodies of both men had been completely obliterated!
Yet somehow, they stood here now, restored to life.
A man in a blue suit burst into the chamber, panic evident in his movements. "Boss, we have a situation! The Shadow Ninjas are being contained! That Iron Man is devastating our forces—his gunfire is preventing them from leaving the building!"
Madam Gao looked puzzled. "A gun? How is this possible?"
The blue-suited man clarified: "He's using... a Gatling gun!"
Everyone present froze in astonishment.
"I've never witnessed such precise machine gun operation—his hit rate is at least thirty percent, it's unprecedented! The ninjas are regenerating at an accelerated rate, but the resurrection altar will soon be overwhelmed!"
Alexandra, leader of the Five Fingers, remained silent momentarily before turning toward a figure lurking in the shadows.
The man stood shirtless, his chest adorned with an intricate black wolf spider tattoo that seemed to pulse with dark energy.
"La Muerto, Black Wolf Spider, I've summoned you from across continents. It's time to demonstrate your worth."
The man acknowledged with a silent nod before stalking toward the exit.
Alexandra, visibly confident in his capabilities, returned her attention to the ceremony.
Before them, the summoning ritual approached its climax.
"…the flesh of that which waits in the dark, the thing that hungers for the end of mankind—the god of shadows… come forth!"
One of the priests ripped away his crimson mask, revealing a withered, time-worn face framed by a crown of white hair and beard. From his outstretched hands poured tendrils of black mist, curling like living smoke as he bellowed:
"Spell of the Forsaken Soul! Take this offering—claim this flawless vessel! Rise and rule! Let the age of man be shattered. None shall survive… but the Snakeroot!"
An indescribable force descended upon the chamber.
Daredevil, trapped within the circle of priests, released an agonized scream as his body contorted unnaturally—as though something alien were burrowing into his very essence.
Witnessing this nightmarish spectacle, Kingpin felt his heart falter.
Could these Hand mystics truly channel demonic power? What is their actual endgame?
While lost in thought, he failed to notice the Five Fingers exchanging secretive glances, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
...
The M134 continued disgorging its hellfire, while the ninjas pressed forward with the relentless determination of rabid wolverines.
In Jason's mind, system notifications chimed incessantly. "Ding ding ding ding..."
The sound resembled a perfect symphony accompanying his destruction.
Even while maintaining his barrage, he managed to access and open all accumulated gift packages.
Information cascaded through his consciousness.
[Congratulations on receiving the reward: Free attribute points: 4]
[Congratulations on receiving the reward: Aircraft Carrier Pilot Proficiency]
One more reason to kill Nick Fury eventually!
...
[Congratulations on triggering the first thirty kill streak reward, free attribute points: 30]
Damn, these kill streak rewards are satisfying!
[Congratulations on receiving the reward: Free attribute points: 5]
[Congratulations on triggering the first fifty kill streak reward, free attribute points: 50]
Double score!
...
After processing all bronze gift packages and kill streak rewards, Jason had acquired three new skills and hundreds of attribute points!
Aircraft Carrier Pilot Proficiency, CAD proficiency, and 108 free attribute points!
A veritable windfall of power!
Just as he savored his newfound strength, he spotted an anomalous figure among the charging ninjas.
The system immediately flagged the target: Gold-level target!
The newcomer was bare-chested, a black wolf spider tattoo emblazoned across his torso. His movements betrayed superhuman speed, clearly exceeding normal human limitations.
Unlike the mindless ninjas, he employed tactical movement, using the red-clad horde as mobile cover while weaving left and right.
After emerging from the lobby, he ignored Jason completely, cutting diagonally across the square toward the blockade positioned on the flank.
Recognizing the threat, Jason swiveled his weapon, directing a concentrated stream of fire at the Black Wolf Spider's heels.
But the enhanced assassin displayed extraordinary agility and strength. With a single devastating punch, he shattered a stone planter, then effortlessly hurled a boulder weighing hundreds of kilograms directly at Jason!
"CRACK!"
Jason rapidly redirected the Gatling gun like an anti-aircraft battery, pulverizing the projectile before it could strike the van.
During this momentary distraction, Black Wolf Spider had already reached the first defensive line.
Screams soon erupted from the perimeter.
Nick Fury's voice thundered through their comms: "What kind of monster is this? Can anyone neutralize him?"
Jason glimpsed a shadow streaking through the air—one of Hawkeye's arrows. It appeared to strike the target, but Black Wolf Spider continued unimpeded.
Jason's expression darkened. He was certain the assassin had absorbed multiple direct hits from his weapon.
Yet the man showed no signs of injury.
These were 7.62mm rounds!
Combined with the casual display of throwing multi-hundred-kilogram rocks while maintaining sprint velocity, the target clearly possessed terrifying physical strength!
Jason struggled to acquire a targeting solution as trees, planters, and vehicles constantly obscured his line of sight, eliminating viable shooting angles.
Within seconds, several police cruisers were hurled skyward, landing with pinpoint accuracy on key firing positions along the first defensive line.
Upon impact, devastating explosions erupted.
Screams filled the night as the front line collapsed in mere moments.
Those modified police cruisers weigh nearly three tons each, and he's throwing them like toys. This Black Wolf Spider must possess strength exceeding five tons at minimum!
Is this truly the power of a gold-level target?
Black Widow is also gold-level, but her status as SHIELD's elite operative must significantly factor into her classification!
Jason suddenly realized that despite the apparently random carnage, the assassin's movement pattern suggested a clear objective—himself!
Blade, Hawkeye, Black Widow, and others attempted interception, but the Black Wolf Spider inexorably closed the distance!
Damn it!
Jason immediately communicated with his system, allocating all 108 free attribute points to strength!
Instantly, his strength parameter reached 169!
With dragon chi enhancement, his strength could momentarily exceed five tons!
But would it be enough?
He checked his system:
Iron-tier target: 3/37
Bronze-tier Target: 12/49
Silver-tier target: 1/5
Gold-tier target: 0/1
Decisively, he swung the Gatling gun away from the approaching Black Wolf Spider, refocusing on the shadow ninjas!
"DA DA DA!"
From his peripheral vision, Jason observed the Black Wolf Spider launch into a powerful leap, hurtling toward him like a missile. His expression remained unchanged.
The system notification chimed as expected.
[Ding, congratulations on obtaining the Thousand Kills achievement: Special Achievement Pack.]
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