The God Killer in the American Comics World

At this moment, Ange was confused. It took him half a second to realize that Louis was shouting "RPG"!

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, he saw the SUV with two bodyguards in front of him turned into a burning iron box in the air like a flying matchbox, spun twice, and crashed into an abandoned telephone booth on the side of the road miserably.

Fire spots and debris were scattered all over the sky and the ground.

It's not that the opponent's shooting was so accurate. Just now, at least five RPG rockets were fired at him. One out of five hits was barely qualified.

This thing, ordinary people can go to see God if they hit one.

In Free Gotham City, gunfights every day.

Before he could curse, another remote-controlled bomb exploded on the road.

It's not that the hand is shaking and the explosion is too fast, but if the five RPGs miss, this bomb will just be stuck at the time when the first bodyguard car arrives and explodes.

For a while, gravel and shrapnel flew everywhere.

When dozens of fragments hit the front of the extended Lincoln, the entire windshield was immediately covered with spider-web-like white cracks.

No matter how rigorously trained Ange's driver was, his instinct for survival still made him subconsciously swerve the steering wheel and step on the brakes.

Fortunately, the extended Lincoln weighed more than three tons and had a very low chassis, so it didn't roll over.

Unfortunately, there was no good news.

When the car spun, it hit a concrete pier on the side of the road hard, and the airbag popped out on the spot.

Fortunately, the car behind was fine, and the bodyguard in the SUV drove the car loyally to the side of the Lincoln, forming a small-scale shelter with a small house on the side of the road.

The three bodyguards jumped out of the car, used the bulletproof car as a shelter, and poured fire on the enemy rushing from the opposite side.

"Da Da Da!"

The power of the large magazine M4 was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

The fierce firepower equivalent to that of a light machine gun knocked down several guys who rushed over at once, and suppressed many enemies so that they could not show their heads.

The bodyguards were extremely grateful for the reloading order given by Ang. Obviously, they had fewer people, but the firepower was superior.

"Damn it! It's the Joker Gang!" Louis cursed while struggling to help Ang unbuckle his seat belt: "Master, hurry up, the other side has heavy weapons, it's not safe in the car."

Ang tried to wake himself up and glanced out the window. Sure enough, he saw a group of crazy people with red oil paint on their mouths and white faces, using AKs and the special shooting method of "African God of War" with both hands raised above their heads to fight back.

If their target was not Ang himself, Ang would have laughed three times.

Who are you aiming at, brother?

The Joker Gang is famous for having a lot of cannon fodder, and most of the guns they use are junk with rifling almost worn out. They just pulled the trigger. Whether the bullet could hit someone after it left the muzzle depended on fate.

If fate came, the person would die.

If fate did not come, anyone could be like a god of war in the hail of bullets.

Louis and the other man pressed Anger's shoulders and quickly took him to the two-story cement house on the roadside. Anger's driver opened the door and dragged Wonder Woman out.

Anger couldn't figure out whether Black Mask and the Jokers had a tacit understanding or deliberately misled others. Those dozens of Jokers were not fake.

In fact, there were also Jokers in the house. It was obvious that Anger's bodyguards were better. After a short and fierce exchange of fire, Louis and his team won an overwhelming victory with their marksmanship, reaction and comprehensive suppression of bulletproof vests.

He picked out a few pieces of broken things from the bulletproof plug on his chest. At a glance, he knew that these were the residual materials after the single-headed bullet of the shotgun was broken. Louis' hands were shaking. This thing is extremely lethal to unarmored personnel. Even if Kevlar alone cannot pull up the bulletproof plug-in, he will most likely die.

The piercing pain in his chest told him that he might have broken ribs, but at least he still had a life.

In the next five minutes, the bodyguards used the cover to madly shoot at the clown gang outside. The combat loss ratio was overwhelmingly favorable, but they could not stop the large number of people on the opposite side.

"Go to hell--"

No matter how many people were knocked down, there were still fearless guys trying to rush over, not only across the street, but also in the abandoned factory far away.

Under the funny appearance of the clown gang members, they were all full of madness.

In just a short while, the exterior wall of this house has been replaced with Syrian style decoration.

Among the six bodyguards, one died, and another was injured and lost his combat power. Even Ang had to go down and shoot.

"Bang!"

To be honest, Ang was nervous and shook before shooting.

But it is better to receive well than to shoot accurately.

The Joker on the other side suddenly staggered, and caught the bullet with his head, which looked like Anger had predicted the opponent's prediction.

"Boss, good fight!" Louis rarely smiled.

Anger smiled bitterly, and when he saw the system prompt [Headshot kill, shooting experience +233 points], he was speechless.

Where is Batman? Where is Robin? Anyone is fine!

Come to the rescue!

In Gotham City, you have a chance to successfully call any boss, but you can't call the police.

Anger was ready, and he shone the flashlight with the Batman logo outside countless times, but he didn't call Batman.

At this moment, perhaps because it was subjected to firepower that it shouldn't have been subjected to, after one wall of this abandoned house was blasted into a sieve by AK, it finally collapsed with a scream.

The house was not big to begin with, with two bedrooms and one living room, so one side suddenly became undefended. They had to stay in the hall on the second floor, enduring fire from all directions.

The dense bullets kept everyone from showing their heads.

At this point, even the bodyguards who had received strict training had to use the "African gun technique", just sticking the muzzle of the gun out of the window to fire, trying their best to suppress the other side and prevent these crazy clowns with round felt hats from rushing over.

Once they enter the house for close combat, the gun technique will be greatly weakened.

In short, the side with more people wins.

"Damn it!" Ang didn't curse like the bodyguards, but he also muttered: "Martha! Louise! Gwen!"

The bodyguards didn't know what their boss was muttering. Only Ang knew that his names could easily trigger the hearing of those big guys with extraordinary hearing and call for real reinforcements.

He wished that a cloud-piercing arrow would come to meet the superhero!

What was the result?

No movement!

Shit! Or can I only rely on myself?

Anger was almost going crazy, and couldn't help but silently said in his heart: [System! Give me some strength! If you don't give me the power of DC or Marvel, give me some drone-level auxiliary shooting system! ]

[Received! Host! I am opening (Hawkeye auxiliary aiming system) for you! ]

Anger lost his voice: "Really!?"

[This is an auxiliary system evolved from the intelligent individual combat system of the Celestial Empire, and it does not exceed the conventional force of this world. ]

In Anger's spiritual sea, it was like the picture-in-picture function was turned on, and there were several more perspectives overlooking from dozens of meters high. Not only that, the muzzle of his MP5K gun also had a bullet trajectory aimed by laser light.

Anger pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The MP5 series submachine guns are famous for their low recoil, and even if Anger uses "African shooting skills", it still does not cause any burden on his wrist.

The result is...

"Ahhhh!"

"I'm shot!"

"Fxxk! How can it be so accurate!?"

Although the MP5 series seems to have low bullet power, its actual effective range can reach 400 meters.

For unprotected enemies, the lethality is absolutely strong.

Anger kept sweeping the clown gang on the opposite side with short bursts of three to four rounds, and the density of the opponent's firepower dropped in a few breaths.

120 rounds of bullets, at least 20 people on the opposite side were knocked down.

This is a terrifying hit rate!

Louis, the bodyguard opposite Anger, looked at his boss like a fool: Everyone uses African shooting, why are you so good? I am an African chief, and you are an African god of war?

"What? [One shot a little brother], haven't you seen it?"

Several bodyguards shook their heads in shock at the same time.

Although they were frightened, the super high quality of these retired special forces made them wake up immediately, occupying the advantageous terrain, and began to kill the enemies who were not dead yet from a high position.

But at this moment, several crazy clowns who refused to give up made a very crude but effective move.

They used the two doors of the SUV that had been blown up as shields and rushed over screaming.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The bodyguards did not hesitate to use their ammunition, but this thing was like the big shield of the special police, it was really bulletproof!

The firepower of the 5.56 bullet could not penetrate it at all.

Even though Louis accurately hit the foot of a clown, causing the guy to stagger on the spot and leave the cover of the car door, and then sniped him, several clowns still rushed over.

At this time, Ange got ruthless, took out the grenade in his crotch, pulled out the grenade pull ring and threw it out.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, several clowns turned into clown parts.

The huge casualties finally scared the remaining guys, and they ran away screaming.

Looking at the terrible scene near the bottom of their building, several bodyguards grinned.

Ange laughed dryly: "Who set off firecrackers randomly? Look at the child being blown up into black and blue."