Super soldier system in Marvel

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- And these people consider themselves mercenaries? More like armed homeless people," the woman in the sandy uniform grinned. She belonged to a group of recently arrived American mercenaries. The equipment she wore stood out from the Afghan mercenaries in terms of quality and price. Sand-coloured tactical uniforms, first-class body armour, tactical offloads, grenades. This woman's kit was worth a lot of money. The local mercenaries wandering in front of her had body armour at best, at worst only AKs.

The door to the general waiting room opened and there was a commotion. It caught the attention of the mercenary who had spoken recently. She looked over there and couldn't believe her eyes. A man dressed in a more or less good uniform was walking towards the order counter, his face covered by a black Afghan scarf. He was wearing an armoured waistcoat with unloaders, and a large rucksack with AK barrels hanging from the back.

- Looks like I came here for a reason, to have some fun with a rambunctious boy," the blond American woman licked her lips lecherously. Here in Afghanistan, while the war was going on, many laws of the civilised world didn't work. If she takes this man by force, there will be no consequences for her afterwards. She's just passing through this country, and once her contracts are fulfilled, she'll go back to the United States.

- Don't even think about it, Ruth," the tactical gloved hand on the shoulder of the bewildered American mercenary cooled her fervour.

- But why Captain? Was it just once, like that time in Iraq, or have you already spotted him? - The face of the blonde woman smiled.

- Take a closer look at him, you horny whore!" the American captain, a woman in her early forties, fist-bumped the American. - This is Ratnik, a local high-paid mercenary! He's got over fifteen hundred kills on his record! He's an anomalous male mercenary. You don't think you've been around a lot of dumb whores who only think with their arsehole? The last one with a group of seven was found five kilometres from the northeastern mercenary station, he gutted them all!

While the blonde American mercenary was getting an earful from the group captain. August was dumping the heads of recent targets he had an order for out of a bag onto the check-in counter. A crowd of local mercenary women gathered around him, eager to get his attention. There was a distinct shortage of men all over the world due to the genetic makeup of the local population, and in hotspots like Afghanistan there was a shortage of men in general. Such attention of the female sex to him was a common thing, August was used to it and sometimes even took advantage of it.

After receiving payment for the severed heads, the man turned to the recently arrived American mercenaries and waved to them and walked in their direction. The American mercenaries who had learnt about him were surprised by August's behaviour and a little excited.

- Hello ladies, I see that you have recently arrived in our neighbourhood? - August softly spoke in American English without an accent and approached the group of mercenaries.

- Are you addressing us? - Ruth was closest to the man, so she made conversation with him.

- Of course you are, or do you see any other nice ladies? - August looked round and came closer to Ruth. - May I ask you your name? To tell you the truth, when I first saw your green eyes, they captivated me with their beauty....

- M-my name is Ruth," she said roughly. All her years of experience in seducing boys had broken down. This was the first time she'd ever been asked by a male, and usually she was the one who had to do all sorts of things to get what she wanted.

- Ruth, what a feminine name, I like it," August took the girl's hand and put his arm round her shoulder. - You see, Ruth, I'm having some difficulties, can you help me with this? - he whispered softly into the woman's blushing ear.

- Yes, yes, of course, a real woman would not refuse to help a man! What do you need help with?

- You see, from a recent mission I have accumulated a lot of good weapons and some of them I couldn't sell, I have five guns left. Could you buy them back? - Augustus hugged the girl tighter, literally burying her face in his chest. Ruth's co-workers, who were standing aside, were shocked and unaware of what was going on, but they tried not to interfere, although they were jealous.

- Mmmm, for how much? - The woman, hungry for a man's caress, swam.

- Two thousand five hundred dollars.

- Here you go," Ruth rummaged through her unloading and pulled out a large wad of notes. There was at least more than ten thousand dollars in it. She counted it out and slipped it into the man's breast pocket.

- Thank you, Ruth. It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Here are your AKs, goodbye. - August released the woman from his embrace and, taking five automatic rifles out of his backpack, waved goodbye to the group of mercenaries and left.

- What?! - shrieked Ruth, who came to her senses after a moment. Her comrades behind her were of the same opinion.

- You've just been conned by the Americans, welcome to Afghanistan," said the scarred local mercenary, grinning. - My advice to you, don't fall for the flattery of this dangerous handsome man. He has already bribed more than a hundred mercenaries that way. The real price of the weapon sold to you is three hundred dollars per barrel, the local fence buys for two hundred per barrel....

It's been six months since August arrived on this world. He had time to adapt to the local realities and was no longer as weak as before. Occasionally, the system would give him assignments that rewarded him with Defstroke's abilities before he fulfilled his elimination contracts. The more of his skills August got, the more he realised the power of this greatest mercenary of the DC Comics universe.

A super soldier, that was what August could be considered now. Ordinary people in a direct confrontation couldn't do anything to him. That didn't mean firearms didn't work for him anymore. An accurate shot to the head could still kill him instantly, as could hits to other vital organs. The main problem for Augustus' opponents was his superhuman characteristics. With such physical capabilities, the man could do truly unimaginable things.

- Status," Augustus said with a smile. He was driving an armoured minivan now, and he was driving forward at full throttle. There was a decrepit old radio in the passenger seat, and from there the song "Flight of the Valkyries" was playing at full blast.

[Name: August

Characteristics:

Strength - 7.73 (10.7)

Dexterity - 8.91 (11.1)

Stamina - 6.21 (10.8)

Perception - 9.11 (11)

Magic Power - 1

Available Characters:

Defstroke

Skills:

Regenerative Healing Factor Level 1

Superhuman Reflexes Level 1

Superhuman Strength Level 1

Superhuman Dexterity Level 1

Superhuman Endurance 1 level

Enhanced Immunity Level 3

Cold Weapon Proficiency Level 4

Firearms Proficiency Level 3

Explosives proficiency level 2

Hand-to-Hand Combat 3 level

Polyglot

Cash: 921123]

Skills labelled superhuman gave a ten to a certain characteristic at passive level. Only because of the not fully restored body, it was impossible to unleash the full power of these abilities. They were revealed partially, along with the regeneration of his body. Although there was a level one regeneration, it didn't work very well.

After the superhuman skills, there was the enhanced immunity of the third level. There was both benefit and harm from it. The obvious benefit was immunity to most poisons, while the ones on the list that could affect him were much less potent. Poisoning the current Augustus was a practical impossibility. It would seem that such an ability should have only pluses, but how could it not be so. The list of poisons included alcohol and cigarettes. After receiving immunity, they too ceased to have any effect. It was now impossible for a man to get drunk.

Possession of level two explosives. In August's opinion, the best thing he had managed to get. Thanks to this skill there was knowledge of creating all sorts of explosives in artisanal conditions from improvised things and the proper use of the created bombs. After obtaining this skill August used it constantly, creating chaos on the enemy bases with explosions and under the noise of the sweep.

The first level regeneration was very weak, but thanks to the rich and abundant nutrition, August managed to squeeze the most out of this ability. Hearing in both ears was restored and his sense of smell was restored, allowing him to watch his hygiene. His left eye underwent a change as well, from minus five, his vision improved to minus one. Augustus no longer felt much discomfort with his vision.

The man's musings were interrupted by bullets flying into his vehicle. Someone had opened fire on him. Ahead around the corner appeared a structure with an iron gate in the middle.

- Looks like my stop is coming up! - At full speed, the car rammed the iron gate and burst inside. The women at the gate and on the watchtower were pouring lead into August, who was sitting in the armoured car, but he didn't pay much attention. The radio in the passenger seat continued to play Flight of the Valkyries.

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