The God Killer in the American Comics World

The few terrorists who were still able to move shouted and drove the jeep in the direction where Tony ran.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Anger found Ethan who was hiding.

Ethan looked at Anger and Black Canary, who were still alone, and was a little unbelievable: "We, just go out like this?"

"What else?" Anger seemed to be laughing under the mask, which made Ethan feel even more terrible.

What made Ethan feel more secure was that they at least brought some equipment that Ethan could understand.

The sexy secretary lady before was a bit exaggerated. It was directly a set of level 6 heavy bulletproof vests. In addition to the bulletproof vest, it also included a tactical helmet, shoulder guards, neck guards, crotch guards, leg guards, waist belts, etc. Each tactical module was equipped with a bulletproof insert. That's not all. She also brought a PE bulletproof shield that was about half a meter wide and one meter high.

Ethan looked at her carrying a shield and a short version of the MP5K submachine gun to protect her. She also put on a desert camouflage helmet and a bulletproof vest with a large protective area. Ethan suddenly felt much safer.

Well, he was just wondering, how could Miss Secretary, who was so slender, have the strength to carry such heavy equipment?

After all, the weight of any bulletproof plate would not be less than one kilogram. The full set would weigh at least 30 kilograms?

Compared with Miss Secretary, Anger was the outrageous one.

He was still in a suit, but he was wearing a Kevlar bulletproof vest with bulletproof plates on the outside.

At this moment, Anger was not fighting alone, he seemed to be possessed by Chow Yun-fat.

This -

was not Afghanistan, but Shanghai.

Anger took the lead and rushed out with two Glock G36 pistols with extended magazines in a very grand manner.

[Black Mask] was not omnipotent. It could only mentally control some weak-willed terrorists, and the number did not exceed ten.

There were so many terrorists in the valley, and everyone was on high alert.

Even though Iron Man had lured the main force away, there were still more than a hundred people left here, either searching for the remaining enemies or providing rescue to their companions who were injured in the explosion.

Walking in and fighting out are two different things.

No one expected that Ange could... form an army by himself!

Through the narrow eye sockets on the ebony black mask, Ange's state was very strange, and the BGM of Shanghai seemed to echo in his ears.

"Waves are running-waves are flowing-"

...

Ahem! It's a crossover!

In fact, when he heard the first exclamation in Arabic, the light screen on his retina suddenly switched to a red flashing screen representing a warning.

Following the flashing red arrow, Ange only took one tenth of a second to see the terrorist who raised his AK rifle towards him while screaming.

In the eyes of outsiders, the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, which is undoubtedly a desperate situation.

With twice the agility of an ordinary person, Ange only felt that the speed of the other party's gun was really terrible, just like slow motion.

The Glock pistol aimed at the guy thirty meters away faster.

"Bang!"

The 9mm bullet drew a long trajectory, and with a swish, it drilled into the guy's eye socket.

Pistol bullets are not as powerful as rifle bullets, but the small bullet can easily create a large ball of real brains when it penetrates the brain.

Without even a dying scream, the guy fell to the ground and died silently.

However, the sudden sound of gunfire and the warning call could not be covered by the explosions that sounded from time to time on the battlefield.

The remaining terrorists woke up and looked for the enemy.

Originally, they should have been the more numerous side.

Originally, they should have more firepower with a large number of American rifles.

It should be like this!

Little did they know that they were greeted by a rain of bullets that was so accurate that it was horrifying.

The pistol has a slow firing rate, which is the inherent thinking of ordinary people. Here is a little-known cold knowledge: the theoretical firing rate of the latest versions of the Glock pistol can easily exceed one thousand rounds per minute.

The 33-round long magazine was emptied by Anger in a few seconds.

The result of the battle was the strange silence on the other side.

Here, Black Canary had just pressed Ethan's head and made him hide behind a big rock. Just as she was sneakily carrying a bulletproof shield and using the observation hole on the shield to peek at the situation outside, she saw a large number of enemies falling.

They fell to the ground as if drunk, without cursing about being injured or groaning in pain, and at most only had dying convulsions.

Well, being young is good, falling asleep without even a groan.

Black Canary was stunned, and her body trembled with fear.

After so many days of fighting and sparring, she had already admitted that Angle's melee combat ability was no less than his, but she had never thought that it was Angle himself who killed [Black Mask] Roman.

In her cognition, such a boastful rich young man should not go down in person, let his hands be stained with blood, and he should not have such a heaven-defying combat ability.

Now it seems that his marksmanship is even better than his melee combat!

"Oh my god! What kind of boss am I following!?"

Here, thanks to Mr. [Black Mask]'s [Pistol Sharpshooter] skill, Ang can kill the enemy within 50 meters of him in the first place.

The advantage of dual-wielding pistols is that even if one gun is reloading, the firepower output of the other gun can still be maintained.

"Dang." With a sound, the empty magazine fell to the ground. Ang's right hand was placed on the lower end of the magazine hanging at his waist and poked upwards, and a pistol magazine flew flexibly into the air.

Miraculously, at some point, the right hand that had just dropped was on top of the magazine flying upward again, and the narrow magazine was loaded into the magazine of the pistol handle with great accuracy.

"Crack!"

The pistol in his right hand, which briefly flamed out, once again spit out deathly gunfire almost continuously.

From a distance, it looked like the terrorists were sticking their heads out and catching bullets with their brows, throats, and temples.

Then there is the pistol in the left hand...

For a moment, Ange's whole figure seemed to be bathed in a hail of bullets. In fact, it was the opposite side that was bathed in bullets.

If there's anything on the other side that can really fight back, it's probably the heavy machine gun that just suppressed Iron Man.

"Chu, tug, tug!" The sound of a large-caliber machine gun, as dull as tearing cloth, resounded through the valley.

A high-low, suppressive shot from 150 meters away!

A 12.7mm large-caliber bullet can't even withstand a 10mm thick steel plate, not to mention that it can crush a person with one shot. Ange had to avoid its edge.

Seeing Ange finally hiding for the first time, Black Canary breathed a sigh of relief: It turns out that my boss is still a human!

Of course, there was just a pause.

The next second, Ange's body flashed out from behind the big rock, and he was shot from afar.

"boom!"

A thrilling shot!

150 meters, which is definitely more than the recommended range of a pistol.

At this distance, a pistol bullet with a muzzle velocity of no more than 300 meters per second will have an obvious kinetic energy attenuation in its trajectory, showing an obvious parabola.

This is already like a bow and arrow projectile!

A hit is a hit!

When that 9mm bullet crosses space and goes straight to the theoretical range limit, a simple obstacle can make it lose its lethality. Maybe it's a dictionary, maybe it's a button, or even a thick enough piece of fat that can dissipate the last of its kinetic energy.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t include eyeballs.

Another eye piercing!

Ange silenced the opponent's machine gunner with one shot.

The entire valley actually showed a strange relative silence.

"Ahhh!" If it weren't for an injured terrorist who suddenly jumped out from a pile of exploding arms boxes and hacked at Black Canary with a machete.

The secretary didn't even have a chance to take action.

"Hmph!" After a cold snort, the guy was greeted with a shield slapped on his forehead.

The guy was spinning around, and saw a long leg flying up, kicking him three meters away.

While the person was still in the air, gunfire flashed from Black Canary's right hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

The valley was completely quiet.

"Boss? Shall we evacuate?"

Ange was stunned for a moment before replying: "Act as planned."

Don't blame him for being dazed, he suddenly discovered something that he hadn't noticed before.

One after another, ethereal red spheres appeared on the corpses of the terrorists.

When he focused his energy on the [red balls], a magical scene happened - those red balls actually responded to his call, flew over and sank into Ange's body.

Several red balls even passed in front of Black Canary and Ethan, and they were unaware of it.

Ange was surprised: Could this be... the red soul in [God of War] Kratos?