Beatdown

Just moments ago, the agents were bewildered by the sudden shift in demeanor of the black-armored figure, a man who had been suspected to be the final boss of this stage. His abrupt change from an imposing threat to a trembling coward left them puzzled. In the blink of an eye, they understood the cause.

A man and a woman, both dressed in spider-themed Halloween costumes, had turned this black-armored giant into nothing more than a ragdoll, tossed between them like a mere football. White silk-like threads wove through the air as the pair effortlessly juggled their hapless victim. It was an aerial display of brutality—chaotic yet bizarrely graceful.

They seemed immune to fatigue, launching themselves and their prey higher and higher, their momentum unstoppable. It felt as if they could continue this horrifying ballet forever, defying every law of physics known to man.

As if an acquiescence to their thoughts, "We could fight like this all day." Spiderman quipped.

Their infinite combo was a testament to their mastery. They had no need to continue, but they did.

The black armor encasing the man—Link, they had learned through the ceaseless chatter of the spider duo—cracked with every blow. At first, tiny fissures appeared, but with each punch, kick, and strike, the cracks spread. The once-imposing armor began peeling away like the shell of a hard-boiled egg, each fragment falling in slow motion, shimmering in the dim light before crashing to the ground.

The onlookers, silent in their shock, counted the countless blows delivered in rapid succession. Link was launched again and again, defying gravity's pull only to be caught and struck down anew. His armor was now barely holding together, each hit pushing it closer to disintegration.

At last, the shell could take no more.

A final combination sent Link careening through the air, his body limp and broken. Gravity, as if finally catching up, seemed to grow heavier, dragging him down like a weight in the deepest ocean. He plummeted, and for a moment, the agents thought it was over.

But it wasn't.

Just as Link neared the ground, two spider threads shot out with a sharp crack, latching onto him. The momentum reversed. He was yanked back into the sky with unnatural force, his body twisting like a ragdoll caught in a violent storm.

Barely conscious, Link opened his eyes. His vision blurred as he caught sight of two figures—a blur of red, blue, and white—flying toward him in perfect synchronization. Both held a spider thread in one hand, and their feet were aimed directly at his chest. It was a move so coordinated it seemed rehearsed.

Spider-Man and Gwen, moving as one, executed a flawless, bone-crushing flying kick. The force of their combined blow was cataclysmic. The remaining shards of armor shattered instantly, and the raw power of their attack sent Link rocketing downward, an unstoppable projectile aimed at the ground.

Boom!

The impact was deafening.

The earth itself seemed to recoil from the force. Link's body smashed into the cave floor, and the entire structure shook violently. Dust fell in thick clouds from the ceiling as the ground split open beneath him. From the point of impact, a massive crater exploded outward, its spider web of cracks racing across the floor.

The shockwave sent agents sprawling. The tremors were so powerful they struggled to stay on their feet. It felt like an earthquake. When the dust finally began to settle, they saw the devastation. At the center of it all, the deep crater yawned like a gaping wound in the earth, the jagged cracks stretching out like fingers in all directions.

Spider-Man and Gwen landed effortlessly. They somersaulted through the air, flipping gracefully before dropping into their iconic superhero landing poses. It was as if they had just finished a grand performance, a deadly ballet, and they took their final bow in the form of these poses—calm, composed, and victorious.

Spider-Man approached Ivan. The detectives around him instinctively backed away, as though they were afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"The guy you just saw—that was Link. We think he might've been the real deal," Spider-Man began, gesturing toward the crater. "But it doesn't really matter now. The threat's over. You're safe."

He nodded toward the large open doors. His words hung in the air as one of the agents nearby caught onto something.

Wait, the real deal? Did that mean there were others?

[TL Note - No Shit. U dumb ass Btch, U just faced 3 of them]

As the agents processed this revelation, their gazes drifted back to the aftermath. The fight was over, and the experience had been collected. Charlie had made a decent profit from the mass-produced Link clones. Today's mission was more than worth it.

But the glory was fleeting. Operating the two Spider-Men simultaneously had looked spectacular, but it was taxing. Now, the player behind the avatars was drained. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, and the fatigue was setting in. It was time to log out.

After a brief explanation to Ivan, the two Spider-Men shot out their webs and soared into the sky, vanishing into the distance as the agents watched in silent awe.

As for Link, his once-pristine black armor had been reduced to rubble. His unconscious, nearly naked body lay in the middle of the crater, the black substance that had encased him scattered around like shattered glass. Strangely, the fragments dissipated into thin air, as if they had never existed.

Despite the brutal beating, Link was still alive. Yet, without the black substance, he was no longer a threat—just a broken man, unconscious and helpless, like a fallen titan reduced to nothing.

The agents cautiously approached the now-open doors, their boots crunching on the debris-covered ground. As they stepped into the next chamber, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Hanging from the ceiling, glued to the walls, embedded in the pillars—everywhere they looked, there were clones of Link. Some were suspended in mid-air by thick webs, others lay in crumpled piles on the ground, stuck together like garbage waiting to be thrown out.

The sight was horrifying.

They quickly remembered the near-death experience they had just endured when facing the Leng clones outside. The thought of so many of them, defeated and tossed aside like trash, sent a chill down their spines.

The room was silent as the agents looked around. They exchanged glances but said nothing. What could they say? The scene before them spoke volumes.

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Translator's complaint

(bruh, Like Wtf, this little Underground Ruin Ark had so many inconsistencies and plot holes that even Zeus would be confused as to which one to stick his Dick in. [I was reading Greek fic, don't mind the joke.] First was Lary. Where did he go when "snake" was under attack? Then there is Snake, I'm pretty sure Snake woke up and went to the brief, so where is he now? I think I fixed it by saying he was knocked out a second time, but still. WTF!!!) Alright, I'm done. There will be no more translations for the day.)

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