However.
It was still Rumlow, the captain of the assault team, who had the upper hand, shooting Sharon Carter straight through the heart!
And because Sharon didn't have time to aim, she only managed to hit his shoulder…
"Heh~"
Rumlow sneered at the blood-soaked Sharon Carter lying on the ground.
He held his shoulder as he stood up, preparing to activate the launch sequence———
Bang!!
An unexpected gunshot rang out.
Rumlow turned his head in disbelief, only to see Sharon Carter holding up a handgun, a faint wisp of smoke rising from the barrel…
Thunk~!.....
The future "Crossbones" collapsed to the ground, dead and wide-eyed…
And Sharon, whose blue shirt was dyed red, stared at a bullet in her hand with a look of shock.
———It had been squeezed out by her healing flesh and blood...
[Everything I dreamed about… was it all real…?]
Sharon Carter was having trouble distinguishing dream from reality....
In that vivid dream, after drinking Ye Li's ▇▇, she had gained a superhuman ability.
Could that have happened in reality too?
As Sharon thought about it, her round face flushed inexplicably, and she secretly felt lucky to have chosen a good man.
Who knew that serving the one she loved could also save her life.......
…..
[Whoa whoa whoa! Charge, boys!]
Clone soldier No. 64 fired repeatedly, taking down each incoming Hydra Shield agent.
The player controlling it shouted excitedly in the channel: [Come on, you scrubs! I was the last FPS tournament champ!]
Zzzrip! Rrrip!
No. 89 wielded two daggers, slicing through the crowd like a whirlwind
[This is awesome! The way this blood splatters feels so real!]
[Whoa! Watch out over there! Another squad's coming!]
[No. 103! You go! Get over there and hold the line!]
[Why me?]
[Cut the crap, your character's an Extremis soldier! You've got OP regeneration! If not you, then who?]
"Damn it! I'm just a meat shield to you guys!"
The player controlling No. 103 cursed in frustration, but for the mission rewards, he still dashed headfirst into the rain of bullets and charged the Hydra Shield assault team———
[HYDRA! Die!!]
Shouting the name of the mission's target group to pump himself up.
No. 103 then rolled on the ground without any care for his dignity!
The move looked ridiculous, but it worked—he dodged the deadliest attacks, and the rest of the bullets barely scratched him.
Whoosh~!
As he closed in, No. 103's body began to glow with blazing orange light, the heat so intense it incinerated his combat suit into ashes!
…..Zzz!——!
No. 103 casually grabbed someone, and the searing temperature made the poor guy scream in agony———"Ahhh!!"
"Urgh..."
The assault team member's neck twisted limply as he went silent, and No. 103 tossed him aside like trash.
You could see—his neck had been nearly melted off...
[This skill is strong, yeah, but man, it's brutal...]
The player controlling No. 103 felt a bit disturbed and avoided looking at the corpse.
[What are you squeamish for? It's not real. Even if it was, we're still serving justice—ah shit!]
Bang!!
No. 64 suddenly got punched by the Winter Soldier and yelped in shock: [I think I just triggered a mini-boss! Guys, help!]
No. 89: [You think this is a dungeon game? Bosses and all.]
No. 64: [No joke, this NPC's pretty badass! I suck at melee combat and he's owning me! Need backup!]
No. 89: [I remember No. 126 is a hand-to-hand expert. You there, boss?]
No. 126: [Yeah, once I finish up here, I'm on my way...]
…..
Crack!
After snapping the last guy's neck, No. 126 headed straight toward No. 64's position.
The clone soldier he controlled looked special—his left chest was cybernetic, with a hollow slot built into it, purpose unknown.
This player was also the strongest in the mission, universally recognized as the top dog of top dogs.
[This looks fun—move aside! Let me handle this!]
Once No. 126 arrived and saw Bucky fighting ferociously, his interest was piqued. He had the battered No. 64 retreat while he rushed at Bucky!
Whoosh!!
With a powerful gust-punch, the showdown between No. 126 and the Winter Soldier began———
Very quickly.
No. 126 realized that Bucky's combat technique far surpassed his own!
If it weren't for his character's superior stats, he'd already have lost.
Which made sense—Bucky had been through hellish training, not something a casual martial arts enthusiast like No. 126 could compare to.
[Didn't expect to get outplayed by an NPC in a game…]
No. 126 was stunned by the combat algorithm in Ready Player One.
[…Too bad, but the mission comes first. Can't keep playing around.]
No. 126 glanced at the mission timer, and to avoid surprises, after exchanging a few more blows with Bucky, he pulled out a glowing red orb and slowly inserted it into the slot in his left chest....