I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

boom!

Just as Stark ran out not too far, the sound of bullets shooting out of the gun chamber suddenly resounded throughout the town!

Fortunately, he reacted fast enough, and one second before the other party took out his gun and shot, he jumped and hid behind a car parked on the side of the road.

Otherwise, the target of the bullet hit is not the body of the car...

"Huh...huh..."

While panting heavily, Stark rubbed his aching wrist, his brain working frantically.

Judging from the opponent's attack and the shooting at himself, Stark guessed the opponent's origin without thinking.

There is only one person who is so eager to kill himself:

Full grown up!

Before he could figure out how the other party knew that he was here, the sound of gunfire continued to echo over the town.

The body that was hit by the bullets made a "bang bang bang" sound, so that Stark, who was hiding behind the car, did not dare to act rashly.

He just bent down as much as he could, curled up into a ball, reducing the chance of getting hit by a bullet.

Fortunately for him, the redhead's shooting in the street attracted several sheriffs who were drinking in the bar.

The two sides started shooting at each other.

For a time, screams and gunshots were heard in an endless stream.

Taking advantage of the opponent being restrained, Stark made a decisive decision, and rushed out like a cheetah.

He successfully hid in the corner, leaning against the wall, while feeling the violent beating of his heart, he reached into his clothes and touched the inner pocket.

Faced with such a situation, he did not expect it.

Fortunately for him, before going out, just in case, he made a simple pulse cannon device with the spare materials of the battle armor.

That may be his only chance to fight back...

Just then, the gunfire stopped abruptly.

"Huh? Who won?"

Stark just wanted to probe out to investigate the situation, but he heard a "bang". The bullet hit the wall less than a few centimeters away from him, splashing some debris.

The bullet that was just a millimeter away made Stark shrink back immediately.

"Huh... so dangerous..."

Even for a brief moment, Stark saw the red-haired girl, who had already dealt with the sheriff, walking towards him.

This made him scolded secretly: "Damn..."

Just as he was thinking about whether to run away or find a chance to fight back, a slightly panicked shout interrupted his train of thought!

"let me go!"

Picking up a piece of broken glass from the ground, Stark's eyes could not help but freeze.

I saw that Harry, who had rescued him just now, was held firmly by an inch-headed buddy who looked very dragged and took him as a hostage!

Due to the disparity in strength, no matter how hard Harry struggled, he couldn't break free from the hand of the one-inch man.

Seeing this, Stark couldn't help but sighed and murmured:

"Oh, this disobedient kid..."

"Be quiet!"

After roaring and making the kid in his arms quiet, the inch-headed man looked at the corner and said loudly:

"Stark, don't be a tortoise if you don't want this kid's head to bloom!"

Go out and he will surely die; if not go out, Harry will die!

Such a dilemma caused Stark to fall into a fierce psychological struggle.

However, the other party did not give him much time to think...

"Now, I count to three, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

While speaking, the inch-headed man raised the pistol in his hand and aimed the muzzle at Harry's head.

"one…"

"two…"

Just when the inch-headed man was about to shout "three", Stark made a decision!

"Wait!"

As soon as the voice fell, Stark, who raised his hands, walked out slowly from the corner.

In front of the dark muzzle, Stark suppressed his fear and looked at the one-inch man with awe:

"Your target is me, don't hurt him!"

Seeing Stark come out,

The inch-headed man and the red-haired girl could not help but twitch the corners of their mouths, revealing a winning smile.

"Tsk tsk... Who is this? Isn't it our famous Mr. Stark? It seems that what the newspaper said is not true."

The blonde Zhengta, who was firmly grasped and could not break free, looked at Stark who raised his hands in surrender, and said apologetically:

"Mr. Stark, I'm really sorry..."

Away from the scornful face of the man with the inch head, Stark did not answer, but looked at Harry and said:

"It's not your fault, kid. Hey, remember bullying your classmates?"

With that, he winked at Harry, as if to imply something.

And the blonde Zhengtai immediately understood the meaning of his words.

When the one-inch man was not paying attention, Harry took out the gadget Stark gave him from his pocket, pressed it sharply on the face of the one-inch man!

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of light occupied all the vision of the inch-headed man.

"what!!!"

The inch-headed man whose eyes were burned by the strong light loosened his hand, and the whole person subconsciously turned to the side, and the red-haired girl who also did not respond, fell.

And right now!

Stark, who was already prepared, immediately took out a simple pulse cannon device from his inner pocket and put it on his hand.

With the palm facing outward, aiming at the one-inch man, it is a shot!

Bang!

The inch-headed man who was directly hit in the face suffered a huge impact, and even the red-haired girl standing beside him flew out together.

The two fell hard on the street.

Especially the one-inch-headed man, his impersonal facial skin flashed a burst of orange light.

Stark, who noticed this detail, had a doubt in his heart.

what is that? !

However, he did not step forward to check, but turned around immediately, preparing to leave this place.

However, before he could run a few meters, a loud gunshot suddenly sounded behind him!

The next second, only a "poof" sound was heard, and a blood hole suddenly appeared in Stark's right calf!

The severe pain caused Stark, who was running, to slam, and the whole person fell to the ground.

And behind him, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded:

"That's it for your trick..."

When Stark, who was paralyzed on the ground, turned over, he saw a hideous face.

The redhead with a burnt left face, holding a pistol, stood in front of him like this!

Looking at the dark muzzle, a sense of powerlessness flooded Stark's heart.

Is this the end?

"It seems that Stark, without the steel armor, is just a poor bastard..."

While the redhead taunted the other party, she slowly raised the gun in her hand and aimed the muzzle at the center of Stark's eyebrows:

"farewell…"

Before he finished speaking, a burst of electric light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

A sturdy thunderbolt slammed down!

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