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Reincarnated Marvel Gunman

A unlucky bastard gets reincarnated into the marvel universe with a gunfighter system. Will his luck turn for the better in his second life? ----------------- If you have question's or such ill try to answer them when i can! And feel free to point out Engrish (grammar mistakes) if you see it! ^^ Last thing, im trying to improve my irl situation a bit so if you have a spare coin or two, you can support me at https://www.patreon.com/ordinarywriter

NickTheStone · Komik
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Day raid

Having called a taxi, the travel to the outskirts of Kabul was comfortable enough, with only occasional bumps on the road. Giving the man his pay upon my exit, I started at the vast expanse of absolutely nothing in front of me.

Well, it was wrong to say it was absolutely nothing, there were occasional shrubberies and grass patches that added a tinge of green to the rocky area. There also was the mountain in the distance that I needed to climb, with small splashes of white snow at the very peak of it. 

Having decided on my method of locomotion already, I was still feeling relaxed. 

At first, I started with a slow and enjoyable pace, yet over time I grew more and more impatient, before I finally started running at full speed. How fast the top speed I could reach was, I did not know, what I did know was that the base was roughly 56 kilometers away from here. 

The rocky terrain wasn't too bad to transverse over, and looking at the occasional weed that I rapidly left behind me, I guessed I was going to arrive there decently quickly. 

What I did not expect was that as soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I saw something that piqued my interest. 

Car tracks. 

Car tracks in the absolute middle of nowhere, and a base of ten rings nearby? 

Changing my direction, I started following the car tracks, all the while maintaining a light sprint. 

Roughly an hour and a half since I had departed, I arrived near the peak of the mountain, and before me stood a base of sorts. Two watchtowers guarding the perimeter, a humvee parked in front of a rocky cave entrance and some dozen more guards moving about this place, patrolling. 

Carefully inspecting these guys, they didn't seem to have any professional training, with their movements being somewhat sloppy, far unlike the viper gangs bastards who received a proper military style training. 

Checking the watch and seeing that it was only 4pm, I decided to wait for night fall before I would go in for cleaning. Carefully climbing to a higher area, I kept looking down at the camp, determining their patrol patterns and whatever openings I could use. 

Sadly, I didn't have a proper rifle on hand, so I couldn't just sit back and take care of the easy pickings in front of me. 

That plan was cut short however, as I suddenly heard another car approach me from behind. Worse still, gunshots rang out from the said car, alerting the others sides goons to my presence. 

Not wasting any more time, I turned towards the car that had shot me in the bum, charging at them like a raging bull. 

As for shotgunners armor, it was as disgustingly broken as I guessed. The small pistol caliber I only 'felt' that something had hit me at the site of impact, but as for pain or any damage? Nothing. 

Rifle bullets were a slightly different story as I felt occasionally a slightly stronger impact on my skin, yet the end result wasn't any different as I didn't take any damage. 

Now, as I kept running towards the car the dumbasses in it realised something was wrong considering the bullets kept hitting me but nothing happened, with only bullet tips falling around me after they collide me. One of them, with panic apparent on his face, tried to start driving the humvee. 

"NO YOU FUCKING DONT!" 

Jumping with all my Strength, I flew more than five meters through the air, before I crashed in the middle of the humvee, the impact slightly shaking it. Not wasting any time, with punch after punch I shattered their skulls with extreme ease.

 Grabbing the headless body of the guy in the drivers seat, and then tossing it out with one swift movement, I got into the drivers seat myself, stepping on the pedal. Like that, I turned the corner and the guys in the base started peppering the humvee with bullets. 

As bullets kept raining on the humvee, and myself, I finally started getting near the base, before I saw something that almost made me shit myself. 

"A FUCKING ANTI TA-" 

BOOOOOM

The anti tank missile, originating from a javelin launcher, landed a direct hit in the humvee, turning it into a flying ball of inferno. As the wreckage crashed upside down and skid across the road for a solid dozen meters, it finally stopped. 

The smouldering carcass of the car, completely charred, did not give a sense of comfort to the ten rings members in the base. 

Still aiming their guns at the humvee, they were ready toopen fire once more. 

Suddenly, the person who was driving the humvee started rushing out from behind of the burning wreck, seemingly unharmed but lightly charred. 

"FUCKING BASTARD! SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT!" 

"AAAAAHHHH!"

"HOW IS HE STILL ALI-" 

BANG! 

Having pulled out my Tokarev while I was in <Focus >, I started shooting at whatever bastard I saw in front of me. Counting the more than dozen guard, I managed to mow down half of them, yet that pissed off the other half twice as much. 

Not even getting to catch my breath after jumping out of the humvee, I heard the dreaded sound of another rocket being fired. No sooner did I activate focus did I see the rocket approaching me in the slowed down world. The bastards that had shot the rocket were hiding behind the humvee in the base, wanting to see if this would finish me. 

Not hesitating in the slightest, I aimed my gun at the rocket that was rapidly approaching me. 

BANG!

I missed. 

'SHI-'

As the rocket was mere meters in front of me, I did the only other thing I could guess would work.

Rapidly moving my hand in the slowed down world, while also twisting my body to the side as hard as I could,my hand finally came in contact with the missile that was still being propelled towards me. My fingers firmly clenching around it, I started turning the entirety of my body while clutching the packaged death. 

My hand, feeling the heat of the missile, started slightly hurting, yet I had far bigger concerns than that. Namely, not touching the damn impact fuse. 

Those arduous moments spent while clutching it my hand felt like an eternity in the slowed down world, yet the only thing I felt was excitement. 

Finally, having twisted my body around, I managed to swing my arm and redirect the hot potato towards the direction of the camp. 

"RETURN TO SENDER!" 

BOOOOOM! 

The rocket, having left my hand, seemed to have locked onto the other humvee in the base, where the guys that shot it were. Sending them flying in a massive fireball esque explosion, I was satisfied at dispatching the biggest threat to me. 

Not wasting anymore time, I started charging into the middle of the base while shooting anyone I saw moving. Thankfully, the javelin I sent back had gotten rid of the bastard with a rocket launcher, so with one head or body shot for the rest of the bastards, it finally ended after I killed off more than two dozen bastards. 

Well, I had stormed the outside of the base, next thing is rushing inside and shooting any other bastards I find and see what I can arm myself with. 

Catching my breath, I then grabbed an AK47, reloaded it, and rushed the base with only one reserve clip in my hands. 

Rushing into the cave opening, I was ready to blast any more bastards I saw into bits after these two rocket shots. The grey and rocky cave walls, with occasional lanterns hanging on the uneven walls, provided dim lighting for this place. 

Along the cave floor, that was covered in gravel and a fine layer of dust, I saw occasionally a bullet casing as I kept moving deeper. 

Getting to the first room, I saw three men charge outside of it with guns in hand. 

RATATATATATATA! 

Dispatching them with a burst of the ak, I quickly checked the room for any other enemies before I started advancing deeper, before finding myself in front of a corner an odd 15 meters later.

No sooner did I turn the corner did I start getting sprayed by rifle bullets.

RATATATATATA! 

RATATATATATATA! 

 Returning fire as I felt dozens of bullets impact my chest and eyes, I dispatched two more bastards, with the hits to the eyes being somewhat uncomfortable yet not painful enough for me to get distracted.

 

Reloading it, I looked down at the two bodies before I grabbed another AK mag. 

Further advancing down the dimly lit cave, I finally came accross a wide open room with the a lone man who seemed to be the commander of this camp. The man, being ready for me, was hunkering down behind some crates and kept spraying in my general direction using his rifle. Not wanting to risk any damage due to the rifle seemingly being a new and powerful model, I used the wall as cover. Shot after shot, I kept counting, and as soon as he shot the 30th shot, I used <Focus > before I started precisely aiming at the hand that was trying to retreat behind the crate to reload. Switching to semi auto on the AK, I fired off a precise shot. 

BANG! 

The bullet left the chamber, hitting the hand of the man! 

"Aaaah!" as the scream of the man resounded, I rushed next to the crate as fast as I can, so that I can interrogate him for info on the other ten rings hideouts. Yet as soon as I came next to the crate, I saw a gun barrel aimed at my face. Slowing down time once again, I dodged to the side as hard as I could. 

No sooner did I register the sound of a bullet shot, did a chunk of my shoulder fly off. Looking at the bastard that had a satisfied expression on his face, I didn't hold back at all. 

Swinging the butt of the rifle, I started repeatedly smashing in his face, intentionally holding back so he would have to live through a few more hits than just having his head turn into mush. Finally, after the 6th hit, I couldn't control my strength properly anymore and painted the walls red. 

Looking at the bastard that managed to injure me, I then started looking at the torn off chunk of my shoulder. Roughly two thumbs wide and long, and about a centimeter in depth. Due to the bullet not having gone through my bone, just being a grazing hit, I wasn't too worried about it. I also didn't need to worry about pieces of the bullet being lodged in my flesh, after giving it a careful once over. 

As I kept looking at the wound, the system suddenly started talking. 

<Don't worry about it too much, you can't really catch a infection anymore with your immune system that's nearly as strong that of crocodiles, so just bandage for now.it will heal in few days at most.>

Nodding my head, I ripped off a piece of the assumed commanders shirt, before wrapping it around the wound. Although it felt slightly uncomfortable to move my arm around, it wasn't so bad that I couldn't freely use it anymore. 

<Your hand is arguably in a worse state though, grabbing rocket with hot as hell gas behind it was so far the most whack shit I got to see you do far. It entertaining keep at it.>

My hand? 

Lifting up my hand to inspect it, I saw the first degree burns covering the entirety of my palm. 

...this would hurt like shit later on, wouldn't it. 

Next thing, I picked up the unknown rifle that managed to wound me. Looking at the sleek black design, the only thing i knew was that this wasn't an old weapon like the others Kalashnikovs. This was something very very new, that had a nasty nasty punch. 

An ergonomic grip, with most of the rifle being made from polymer and metals, made it durable yet lightweight. With the collapsible stock, and the scope mounted on it, this thing was definitely a beast of a weapon made for longer range engagements. 

"System, what's this thing?" 

<Beretta 8 120 160, or more specifically a newer design called Beretta ARX200, battle rifled made by the Italians in previous world, it should be production years later there. There's roughly than 7.62x51 NATO rounds for this thing stored cave, so you go grab those at very least. also an underbarrel grenade launcher somewhere cave but has no ammo, up to if looting it. Although got yourself something far better that.>

"Something better than this?" I asked, confused. 

Hearing a Ding sound behind me, I saw a very large orange arrow manifesting in my vision that had idiot written on it, pointing downwards at a table. Approaching the table where the arrow was pointing at, I saw a map of Afghanistan with more than 15 red flags, representing the ten rings, stuck in different places, together with a few blue ones that were used to represent the American military bases. 

'Jackpot!'