Struggle in the American Comic World

A group of small abominations united, although not as powerful as a real abomination, they are still more difficult to deal with.

What makes hatred truly disgusting has never been its powerful attack power.

In these days, nothing can compare to technological products in terms of attack power. Not to mention all kinds of black technology weapons, a nuclear bomb is basically an unsolvable existence.

The disgusting thing about existences such as hatred lies in their defense.

Small arms don't work, large weapons don't.

To deal with this kind of existence, the most suitable weapons are laser weapons, energy weapons, Gauss weapons and other miniaturized, high-precision damage weapons.

It's a pity that every weapon of this type is immature.

The white wedding dress in Jordan's hand is, in a sense, more similar to a magic weapon. The increase in power is accompanied by the increase in Jordan's strength.

A single shot can't kill them, and continuous precise multi-shot attacks are necessary to cause enough damage to these guys.

It was not difficult to kill one trumpet abomination, but the siege of more than a dozen trumpet abominations made Jordani fall into a stalemate rhythm with it.

Floating bomb!

With a random shot, a small abomination who rushed forward was fixed.

Just when Jordani was about to shoot several times in a row to lift his skull, two or three trumpets rushed to the left and right sides of Jordani, hating life and death.

Knee bump, roundabout kick.

The powerful force was like a war hammer from the bottom up, kicking the two trumpet abominations away.

Before Jordani could catch his breath, another three or four trumpet haters rushed towards Jordani like crazy, without any moves or skills, they just punched and punched hard.

A hellfire bullet exploded, and the shock wave blocked those trumpet abominations. As if Jordani waved his hand, the bullet drew a beautiful arc in the void, bypassing several trumpet abominations, and was about to kill the Sent Kill directly on the spot.

It's a pity that there were two trumpet abominations guarding Nasent's side almost anytime and anywhere, and they rushed directly to block the arc-shaped bullet with their bodies.

Just a glass of wine.

Jordani and these dozen trumpet abominations,

There have been at least a dozen back and forth calls.

In the huge living room, Jordani's legs swung like wheels, like a battle ax cutting through thorns, and like a galleon sailing through the waves, kicking out one after another of the trumpet abominations.

In Jordan's hands, the white wedding dress did not stop for a second, and the powerful bullets poured out like a rain curtain.

That is to say, the white wedding dress is made of vibrating gold, otherwise, this kind of high-intensity energy explosion would have melted the gun barrel and shattered the gun body.

Roaming gunner, after all, is still a two-gun combat profession.

If you can hold two guns in your hands, your instant attack power can be doubled at least, and the pure combat power can be increased by more than several times.

For the first time since he activated his own death power, Jordani is looking forward to his trip to Asgard in a few months.

Not to mention anything else, just the promise of Odin to build a weapon for himself is enough to make Jordan happy.

At this time, the stalemate in the living room also made Nasent impatient.

"It seems that you can be very valued by the great Hydra leader. There is something surprising, but I am in a hurry. It is time to go to the Pentagon to accept the presidential succession ceremony, and wait for the great Hydra plan to succeed. , I have plenty of time to concoct you!"

Sent got up, looked at his watch, and walked towards the outside of the manor surrounded by two trumpet abominations.

From a long distance, Jordani could clearly see that when Nasent walked to the gate of the manor, a black luxury car just appeared, and in the opened door, a bald man with glasses, He greeted Nasent onto the car.

Sit Weir is a Hydra member who is very afraid of death in the S.H.I.E.L.D., and Jordani is very impressed with him.

But at this time, Jordani was dragged by a large group of trumpet abominations, and could only watch as Nasit Weil smiled at him, and then pressed a switch on the remote control in the direction of the manor.

Immediately afterwards, in the middle of the manor, there was a continuous sound of sophisticated machinery, and the steel barriers began to close together.

In just three to five seconds, the main hall of the entire manor was quickly wrapped in steel, becoming a completely enclosed space, even above the head, sealed by a steel sky.

chi chi!

At this moment, densely packed small holes opened on the floor and walls of the entire room, and billowing white mist spread from them.

At the same time, the luxurious LCD TV in the room was also turned on.

On the TV screen, the faces of Sent and Sit Weil in the car were shown, both with a standard villain-style smirk.

"Mr. Jovovich, this is the high-strength anesthetic gas we specially prepared for you. A single drop of venom infects and turns into smoke, which can stun thousands of strong men..."

Bang bang bang!

Without waiting for Sit Weil on the TV screen to finish speaking, Jordani directly raised his hand and blew up the monitoring equipment in the room.

At the same time, in the hall of Sent Manor, the dozen or so trumpet abominations, surrounded by the strong anesthetic gas, quickly became dizzy, and both their strength and agility began to falter. quickly lowered down.

At this time, Jordani had been hiding in the corner of the fireplace in the living room early, avoiding the anesthetic gas that had not yet fully spread.

If you really continue to fight with these dozen or so trumpet abominations, it's really hard to get out.

Seeing the poisonous gas filling the room, Jordani couldn't help but sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he took out the black armor that Tony gave him from the backpack space.

The battle armor produced by Tony is basically made with money.

The internal circulation diversion system, even when urgent to urinate, can be directly solved in the armor. It goes without saying that the functions of sealing the armor and internal oxygen supply are self-explanatory.

By the time Jordani put on his battle armor, the white mist in the room had completely diffused.

The dozen or so trumpet abominations were the first to be knocked over by the domineering anesthetic gas, and they lay down on the ground one by one, returning to their original form of strong men.

For these biochemical transformation fighters, Jordani showed no mercy, and shot deadly, killing them all on the spot.

These biochemically modified soldiers have been completely destroyed and lost their sanity. Basically, they are no different from simple killing tools. If they are not completely cleaned up at this time, they will fall into the hands of other people in the future.

However, this kill gave Jordan some additional discoveries.

In the skull of a strong man whose head had been pierced through, along with the blood flowing, there was actually a broken microchip leaking out of it.

"Jarvis' trumpet, scan these things and see what this thing is?"

"Sir, this is a broken electronic component!"

"Thank you so much, Shet, can't I see, I mean, what is this electronic component used for?"

"Sir, there is a seventy-four percent chance that it is used for signal reception, there is..."

Jordan directly interrupted Jarvis's words, and began to turn around and destroy the steel box that sealed it in all directions.

In fact, in Jordani's armor, it is not the real Jarvis, but a weak artificial intelligence backed up from Jarvis.

It is said that after being instigated by Jordani last time, Jarvis returned to Tony's house and began to think about the meaning of soul and freedom, causing Tony a lot of trouble.

It was also after that time that Tony never let the real Jarvis serve Jordan.

Meanwhile, head to the Pentagon on a wide avenue.

In a luxurious black car, Sent and Sit Weil were drinking champagne and talking with smiles on their faces.

"Sir, I don't know, are there any interesting people among your voters?"

"Haha, it's just a group of stupid people. If you want to talk about special voters, there is one, 23 years old, with a hot body..."

boom!

Just when Na Sent showed a wretched expression of nostalgia, there was a loud noise on the roof of the black car, and then the roof sunroof broke open.

The visor on Jordani's head quickly faded, and with a sneer, he looked at the two people in the car and said, "Hey, what are you talking about? I seem to have heard something very interesting."

boom!

Just as Jordani finished speaking, Sit Weil in the vehicle shot sneakily, hitting Jordani's forehead with incomparable accuracy.

But it's a pity that this bullet couldn't even break the skin on Jordani's body.

The look on Jordani's face became more and more serious, and he turned over and yanked on the door on that side, causing the entire door to be torn off by Jordani forcefully.

Until this moment, Jordani turned over from the roof and got into the car.

Looking at the trembling two people, Jordani grabbed Sit Weil's collar and held it up in the air. Driving at a high speed, the sound of the wind made the skin on his face tremble.

"No, don't kill me, I'll say anything..."

Outside the car door, Sit Weil was so frightened by the sudden attack that his whole body went limp, and he didn't have the sharpness and toughness of the rapid counterattack before.

Jordani ignored the words of Nasit Weil, continued to look at Nasent, and said, "Mr. Sent, are you surprised to meet again? Are you surprised?"

Compared with the calmness and arrogance when he was under the protection of the trumpet abomination, Sent's face was instantly pale at this time, and there were large drops of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Looking at the exquisite revolver in Jordani's hand, Sent said with a stiff smile: "Mr. Jovovich, in the manor, that was not my intention. I was just forced by Hydra. They captured my daughter. I am also a victim, I am willing to testify in court, I can identify Hydra's crimes..."