Chapter 24: Ordinary People Using Cold Weapons

Chapter 24: Ordinary People Using Cold Weapons

The night sky over Hell's Kitchen was torn apart by gunfire,

As countless pistols and submachine guns spat flames.

Small-caliber 9mm rounds and MP5 steel-core bullets

Poured down on Jiang Feng's armor like a torrential storm,

But all they did was spark briefly off the surface.

Each bullet deformed the instant it hit,

Then fell helplessly to the ground,

Clinking like mournful metallic cries.

It was like children throwing pebbles at an indestructible wall.

Aside from a harsh clanging,

Not a single mark was left on his steel body.

In the shadows not far away,

Taskmaster and the others watched coldly like venomous snakes,

Observing this one-sided ambush.

These battle-hardened mercenaries showed no surprise.

Jiang Feng had bathed New York in blood—

How could he be defeated so easily?

A monster who had slaughtered his way in and out of Hell's Kitchen multiple times

Was clearly not someone a few bullets could take down.

These grunts attacking first were merely the appetizer.

The real ambush had yet to be sprung.

The situation escalated dramatically in the next instant.

A group of professional assassins locked onto Jiang Feng with sniper rifles.

Suddenly, thunderous gunshots cracked through the air—

Several Barrett M82A1 sniper rifles fired simultaneously.

The anti-materiel rounds tore through the air at nearly three times the speed of sound.

Their shrill whistles echoed through the night sky

Like cloth being ripped apart.

These deadly projectiles, capable of piercing armored vehicles,

Slammed into Jiang Feng's armor

Like sledgehammers striking ancient black iron.

The massive impact caused his body to sway slightly—

But that was all.

The impact points left only faint white streaks

On the jet-black armor.

The surface paint was scraped off, exposing the alloy beneath,

But no structural damage was done.

Jiang Feng's suit of armor was top-of-the-line, incredibly durable—

Short of the military firing missiles,

Ordinary firearms stood no chance of breaking through.

"Damn! What the hell is that monster?! Even sniper rounds don't work—is that guy really Iron Man?"

A sniper hiding on a rooftop stared through his scope, dumbfounded.

His throat bobbed involuntarily, his face etched with shock and fear.

His trembling finger could barely stay on the trigger.

In the assassins' experience,

Even superhumans couldn't survive the concentrated fire of multiple snipers.

They had killed enhanced humans before—

Under heavy fire, those targets were turned to bloody paste on the spot.

But this black-armored monster before them

Had endured the entire barrage head-on.

A crushing sense of powerlessness filled everyone's heart.

Jiang Feng slowly turned around.

The killer who had turned Hell's Kitchen upside down

Finally revealed his true form to the enemy.

Taller and more imposing than the Iron Man seen on screen,

His black armor radiated a violent aura.

A war machine infused with cyberpunk tech,

Just standing there exuded a suffocating sense of pressure.

"Enemy count: 132. Detected superhuman life signals. Full elimination will be completed within 10 minutes."

Linglong's voice echoed in Jiang Feng's ear.

Right after she spoke, subtle changes occurred on his suit.

Armor plates on his arms shifted like living creatures,

Revealing rows of pitch-black gun barrels.

At the same time, futuristic weapons emerged from his shoulders and thighs.

These seemingly small weapons carried terrifying destructive power.

In an instant,

Jiang Feng became a mobile death fortress.

Alone, he was an army—

A silver flood of bullets rained down from his body.

Even more terrifying—

These bullets used cutting-edge tech from the world of Cyberpunk 2077: smart weapons.

The bullets, synced with the armor's scan system,

Turned into tiny homing missiles with auto-aim capabilities.

Hundreds of needle-like armor-piercing rounds

Tracked enemies like living creatures,

Flying in physically impossible arcs through the air.

They resembled a swarm of enraged killer bees.

Just before hitting their targets,

The bullets would suddenly accelerate,

Focusing all their kinetic energy onto a pinpoint contact surface.

Even enemies hiding behind walls weren't safe.

The needle rounds pierced concrete with ease,

Retaining their lethal force.

Like Death's fingertip,

They struck with precision—right between the eyes.

"Ding! You have successfully killed: Gang Members ×73, Professional Assassins ×8. Mechanic class gained 100 XP. Warrior class gained 100 XP!"

"Ding! Reincarnator: Jiang Feng. Killed: Gang Members ×73, Professional Assassins ×8. Gained Reincarnation Points: 89!"

The assassins didn't even have time to scream.

Even the hardest skulls were like paper in front of the piercing rounds,

Blown apart in an instant.

Fracture lines spread from the bullet holes like spiderwebs,

Warm brain matter and blood bursting outward,

Blooming into grotesque crimson flowers of death.

The snipers hiding in shadows and on rooftops

Thought they had found the perfect ambush points.

What they didn't know

Was that Jiang Feng had already locked onto all of them

With his X-ray scan system—none could escape death.

The homing rounds locked on from afar,

Flying hundreds of meters like shadows clinging to bones,

Ignoring reinforced concrete,

Tearing through cracked walls.

Every assassin with their head poking out

Was executed with clean headshots.

The carefully set-up sniper nests

Turned into slaughterhouses in the blink of an eye.

Corpses fell like puppets with their strings cut,

Crashing to the ground with heavy thuds.

In just a few dozen seconds,

Kingpin's meticulously planned ambush

Suffered catastrophic losses.

More than half his forces now lay dead in the street.

Jiang Feng's weapons were masterfully silenced—

The bullets left the chamber without sound,

The muzzles emitted no flashes.

The ordinary gunmen, being mere humans,

Couldn't even tell what Jiang Feng was doing—

All they could do was watch their comrades collapse in horror.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

One man cried out in terror:

"He's going to kill us all!"

Remembering Jiang Feng's past record of leaving no survivors,

Fear spread like wildfire,

Hands trembled, knees weakened.

Their fear of Jiang Feng had already surpassed their fear of Kingpin.

Driven by sheer survival instinct,

The remaining gunmen abandoned promises of reward and their boss's orders—

And turned to flee.

They stumbled and scattered into the dark alleyways.

But Jiang Feng had no intention of letting them go.

He wanted every single enemy dead—no survivors.

Anyone who opposed Jiang Feng

Would meet the same end.

However—

Hell's Kitchen never lacked new threats.

Just as Jiang Feng was about to pursue the fleeing enemies,

Dozens of new black figures suddenly emerged from the shadows.

These people were dressed in pitch-black night gear,

Every inch of their bodies covered except for their sharp eyes.

They wielded chilling katanas,

With shurikens and throwing darts hanging from their belts.

Their every move exuded deadly discipline.

They looked like assassins straight out of an ancient scroll.

The Hand's ninja warriors were well-trained.

They quickly formed a battle formation,

Surrounding Jiang Feng on all sides.

"Ninjas… the Hand?"

Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin, ninjas—

These three elements immediately triggered a connection in Jiang Feng's mind.

This was Marvel's most common ninja faction.

As a villainous organization,

They were often active in New York and frequently worked with Kingpin.

As the ninjas closed in,

Jiang Feng activated his armor's scan system

And quickly analyzed their data.

They were nothing more than slightly enhanced ordinary humans,

And their weapons were made of standard alloys.

"You think you can kill me with swords?"

Jiang Feng's voice came through the armor—

Laced with doubt and confusion.