Save Private Stark!

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- It's time! - Augustus ducks down to the pedals and rests a weighted weight on the accelerator, then opens the door and jumps out of the car at the last moment. The minivan crashes into the building and drives into the interior, knocking down a wall. Concerned female screams erupt from inside.

Regrouping in flight after jumping out of the car, the man stands up on both feet and shakes himself off. Rummaging around in his chest pouch, he pulled out a small mobile phone.

- What did the comic books say? Kaboom? - the phone in August's hand rang. A moment and the minivan that had driven into the building exploded with a loud rumble, destroying the load-bearing walls of the building and then collapsing into rubble.

Abruptly turning around, the man made a couple of jumps towards the nearest cover. Several machine guns worked away at his recent position. The terrorists who had been left behind at the checkpoint came running in and, hearing what had happened, opened fire on the stranger without thinking.

- Damn, they could have got me," the man cursed and drew a pair of pistols. Waiting until his position was clear, he leaned out of it and fired five shots. Each bullet hit its target, striking five of the terrorists in the heads.

The women fell to the ground in icy figures and Augustus leaned out of cover. After reloading the magazines of his pistols, reporting five bullets to replace the ones he had fired, he headed for the bombed lorry. Screams could still be heard in the other direction, not all the terrorists had been killed by the explosion.

- Hello bandits, is Malara in? - August greeted the wounded terrorists in a gruff voice, mimicking a scene from a film.

- Who the hell are you! - pointed a Kalashnikov at the stranger, a bloody woman leaning on the rubble of a building.

- Huh," August slapped himself on the forehead. - I forgot to introduce myself, I'm an Oriflame representative.

- Die! - shouted another woman and opened fire on the man.

August ducked to the ground, taking cover from the queue and peeking out for a moment to fire clear shots into the heads of the surviving female terrorists. Five survived the blast, and about ten more lay motionless between the rubble. After finishing off the five shooting at him, the man fired test shots at all the bodies lying on the ground. To avoid any unexpected situations.

Behind the destroyed building, August found the entrance to an underground bunker. A pair of militants were waiting for him near the entrance. Spreading out, the man dodged the shots by ducking down and rolling on the ground on his knees, killing two women with accurate shots.

The descent into the bunker was darkened, and August felt it was inadvisable to use firearms in such a confined space. After holstering his pistols, the man drew from his belt his Khyber metre knives, the famous heavy Afghan knives. He had acquired a pair of these fine blades during a sweep of a terrorist base. After acquiring the knives, he never parted with them again.

(Khyber knife)

His level four cold weapon skill allowed him to masterfully handle them. Given his superhuman capabilities in close combat, he was unrivalled among ordinary terrorists.

Moving quickly through the corridors of the bunker, August scouted out his opponents by ear. Attacking from ambushes, he quietly dealt with them in seconds.

At the end of the main corridor, a wide iron door awaited the man. Kicking the door open with a kick, he stepped inside and heard a metallic thud beneath his feet. August reacted instantly to the unusual sound and activated perceptual acceleration, the world in his eyes slowed down and he looked around at the site of the sound.

Beneath his feet lay a fragmentation grenade without a pin. He had three or four seconds before it exploded. Using the foot closest to the grenade, the guy kicked the dangerous object presumably back where it came from and switched off his perception acceleration. There was a woman's scream and an explosion.

Beyond the open door was the common room, the tables in the centre had been turned over and the female terrorists were sheltering behind them. August was already waiting here. The grenade that flew back stunned the prepared women for a moment, and the mercenary took advantage of it, forcing the enemies into close combat.

Blood, screams and severed limbs. Afghan knives were designed for heavy slashing and stabbing attacks. Due to their weight, they were perfect for dealing with limbs, easily severing bones.

There were seven female terrorists in the common room, two of whom were killed by the blast, and five of whom August killed in close combat. There was another room at the end of the hall, and from it came long male screams. August frowned and cautiously entered the last room in the bunker.

The following picture appeared before him. In the foreground stood a skinny, long-haired boy, completely naked and with his hands bound. Behind him, clutching at his body, stood a disfigured pumped up woman and aiming a gun at his head.

- I'm going to kill him! Put the gun down now! - roared the pumped-up woman.

August looked at the woman threatening him with a strange expression. What did he care about an unknown kid? It wasn't like he was a hero who saved strangers for nothing. It's only in fictional fantasies that heroes are invincible and all-powerful, but in reality, comic book heroes don't live long.

Using his powers, August accelerated his perception and fired a shot at the head of the bald head of the terrorists. Her head deflected backwards from the bullet, blood splattering the wall behind her. The dying body's grip loosened, and the naked kid was free.

- Aaah!" he squeaked in a thin voice, cutting through the ears of the mercenary who had saved him. The mercenary even put his hands to his head to save his already sore ears.

- Shut the fuck up! - August growled. The boy was silent at once, tears streaming from his eyes. - Find some clothes and get out of here, there's no one upstairs," he said, staring hopefully at the mercenary. - Don't even look at me, I'm not a rescue charity, get out yourself, the street is full of cars left by the terrorists, and there is a settlement nearby. You were snatched from it, weren't you?

- Yeah," the guy squeaked.

- Well then, don't bother my eyes. If you even walk to that settlement, you'll get there in an hour.The boy left, and August started to do his favourite thing - looting. In about three hours he finished collecting the spoils and carrying them to the parked terrorist truck. In total, seven dozen AKs and more than five dozen body armour were collected. Some other small stuff, RPGs, grenades, helmets. The huge pickup truck was filled to the top like a gun baron's.

As August started the engine, he heard the system alert. A new mission from the system had appeared.

[Mission received!

Rescue Private Stark.

Description: After escaping from the base of the Ten Rings, Anita Stark will be seriously injured. Without help, she will die! Save the future hero of mankind!

Time to start: 7 days 23 hours and 59 minutes.

Reward: Level 2 Telepathic Resilience skill and improved Defstroke ASIS suit]

The appearance of the assignment excited the man. Especially the description of the assignment. He had heard that multi-billionaire Anita Stark, the head of Stark Industries, had recently visited Afghanistan. This is the beginning of the first Iron Man film. According to canon, Stark was supposed to get out on his own, August wasn't planning on helping him. Firstly, he didn't know where the captured future superhero was, and secondly, he didn't want to get involved in the whole maelstrom of events. So far he was weak, and any more or less strong Marvel character wouldn't leave a wet trace of him.

Apparently something went wrong in this Marvel universe and Stark could have died after falling unaided. Without a living Stark, a key character on the Avengers team, the heroes will have a slim chance of fending off an alien invasion in the future.

Will they have to help a failed Iron Man, or since it's a woman, should we call Stark the Iron Lady?

- We'll have to get more money from Stark, - along with the task, the coordinates of where Stark will be in eight days appeared in August's head.

We need to get everything ready. Since Stark will be in critical condition, she'll need serious first aid. For that, we need to buy a couple of expensive first aid kits with a huge kit for any case, as well as essentials, including food. The coordinates given by the system were very far away from the American mercenary base. It would take at least four days to get to the coordinates by car.

Back at the base, August turned in the heads and received money for them. Then he went to a fence, where he sold all his looted arsenal and bought the necessary things. It took him three days to do it all, with five more to spare.

Getting behind the wheel of the car, the man set off. It was necessary to save the future hero, so that he personally would have less problems in the future.

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