Everyone knew that every player was a walking arsenal.
When it came to firepower, Daniel had never feared anyone.
Staring at the terrorists frozen in shock ahead, Daniel grinned and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The six thick barrels began to spin at high speed, emitting a deep, terrifying hum as they powered up.
Seeing this, the bald, burly man's pupils contracted sharply. He screamed hoarsely, "Retreat! Fall back—!"
Ratatatatatatata—!!!
Before his roar even faded, a violent storm of metal shredded through the air.
With a horrifying fire rate of 6,000 rounds per minute, the Gatling poured out a deluge of bullets. The terrorists caught in its path didn't even have time to react before they were torn to pieces in an instant.
A few tried to lift their guns in resistance, only to be swallowed by the curtain of bullets the next second. After their bodies were cremated by firepower, there was probably half a pound of lead left inside them.
Daniel didn't even bother acting modest. He activated Death God's Eye and swept through every target within range.
Even terrorists hiding behind cover were blasted into dust along with their barricades under the Gatling's destructive power.
Before the Gatling, all beings were equal.
But before long, the gunfire suddenly stopped.
The surviving terrorists thought Daniel had run out of ammo and were instantly elated, poking their heads out to counterattack.
Then they saw Daniel put on a pair of sunglasses and say apologetically, "I knew I forgot something. All right, we can continue now."
"Your mom—"
Ratatatatatatata—!!!
A few minutes later, there was no trace of any terrorist on the field.
Even the somewhat important bald brute had died tragically under Daniel's merciless sweep, contributing 100 experience points to him.
"I thought you were a mini-boss. Turns out you're just this?" Daniel muttered in disappointment. After confirming no red dots were left on the minimap, he finally lowered the Gatling.
He walked over to Tony and tapped his armored helmet. "Hello, you dead yet?"
"No." Tony opened his mask, unable to hide the shock in his eyes. "Just what the hell are you?"
"I told you, I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. You can call me Daniel."
"Agent…" Tony's mouth twitched.
If you hadn't said that, I would've thought you were a Terminator. Taking out dozens of terrorists alone—this guy was a poet of destruction?
"Tony, are you okay?" Ethan ran over.
"I'm fine. The armor's power is drained, though. I can't move. Help me take this thing off."
With Ethan's help, Tony removed the iron suit, revealing the gleaming arc reactor embedded in his chest.
"Whoa, cyberpunk!"
Daniel's eyes lit up. He stared at Tony. "You selling that thing? Hook me up with one too."
"Sorry, not for sale." Tony felt something was off with this guy. After all, what sane person wanted to implant a reactor into their chest?
If he could, he wouldn't want the thing either.
Then Tony seemed to recall something and said, "Daniel, can you do me a favor?"
"What favor?"
"Help me destroy the weapons here. Every last one."
Tony's gaze was firm. He didn't want the weapons he built to become instruments of slaughter again.
[NPC Tony Stark has given you a new quest]
[Quest: Destroy the Weapons]
[Objective: Destroy all Stark Industries weapons in the camp]
[Reward: 500 EXP, Tony Stark Favor +10]
The reward wasn't much, but the job was easy.
"No problem."
Daniel accepted immediately, pulled a sticky bomb from his game inventory, and slapped it onto a crate of missiles.
Tony recognized them instantly—they were Stark Industries' latest missiles, rivaling the Jericho missile in power. A single one could flatten a mountain.
And inside this crate… were six.
"Mother f—!"
Seeing the sticky bomb beeping with a flashing red light, Tony's face turned green. He grabbed the still-confused Ethan and ran for his life.
"BOOM—!!!"
A deafening explosion rocked the valley as a pillar of fire shot into the sky.
Even though Tony and Ethan were far enough away, they still felt the scorching heat blast against them.
They gasped for breath, hearts pounding out of control, their legs nearly giving out.
Meanwhile, Daniel stood there completely unfazed. He hadn't even broken a sweat, looking nothing like someone who had just sprinted a thousand meters.
"You maniac!" Tony glared at Daniel. "You almost got us killed!"
Daniel looked puzzled. "Why?"
Tony felt even more furious.
"Why? If the timer on your bomb had been a little shorter, we'd be scattered across the desert!"
"Who said it was a timer? It's a remote-detonated bomb. It only explodes when I press this." Daniel shook the controller in his hand.
Tony and Ethan: "…"
You couldn't have said that earlier!?
Soon, a Quinjet descended from the sky and landed before them.
Coulson walked out, giving Daniel a complicated look. "Weren't you supposed to keep a low profile?"
"I was keeping a low profile." Daniel replied innocently.
This explosion could be seen for dozens of kilometers. Low profile?
Coulson sighed helplessly and didn't argue further. He walked straight up to Tony, extending a polite hand. "Mr. Stark, hello. I'm Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm here to escort you back."
Seeing Coulson's calm, friendly demeanor, Tony finally relaxed. Looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. did have normal agents.
If everyone were like Daniel, they'd have to rename the place to the Bureau of Lunatics.
Daniel ignored their conversation. His attention was on the system prompts ringing in his ears.
[Main Quest "Birth of Iron Man" Complete!]
[Rewards: 10,000 EXP, Equipment: Frying Pan, Equipment: Golden Desert Eagle, Skill: Regeneration Breathing, Item: Bowknot Voice Changer]
[Equipment: Frying Pan (Indestructible. Blocks all gunfire. Also protects your rear.)]
[Equipment: Golden Desert Eagle (Golden-crafted pistol. Use it to become the flashiest guy in the room.)]
[Skill: Regeneration Breathing (Recover HP by simply breathing. After 10 seconds out of combat, restore 5% HP per second.)]
[Item: Bowknot Voice Changer (Switch freely between loli voice and mature lady voice.)]
What the—!?
Daniel could hardly believe his eyes.
This was the most generous reward he had ever seen.
Forget the ten thousand EXP; just the equipment and items alone were more than he had gotten in months. Daily quests usually gave scraps—EXP or maybe a C4 if he was lucky. Only harder missions had a chance of dropping something worthwhile.
But completing a single main story quest had given him more than months of grinding.
All the suffering he'd endured until now—what was the point!?
Daniel was heartbroken. "Coulson, tell Nick Fury… I can't go back anymore."
Coulson: "???"