World of Warcraft Invasion Marvel

Chapter 5 The Great Master

"Fuck! Brain William!"

Seeing that the RPG is obviously crooked, Peter is going crazy!

An old driver who drives a Dodge Charger, and a chubby Chinese boy who drives a broken truck;

A life-threatening devil crawled out of hell, a simple-faced human being.

Of course the one in front is more terrifying!
Although RPG is more than one shot, it is very expensive. Will you pay for it?

The key is that this thing is not easy to handle!
Stark Industries' products are expensive, and the market circulation is too small, so they can't be bought at all. Although Hammer Industries' products are relatively common and the price is low, they are unstable, and I don't dare to use them. I might blow them up for you one day. Believe it or not...

William, are you going to kill me on purpose so you can inherit my Facebook account?
Peter's thoughts turned sharply.

The Huotou who is chasing after his ass is obviously not something that can be dealt with by ordinary firearms. He can't win a fight. He can only find a way to escape and plan revenge.

Do you want to kneel down and beg for mercy?
Do not!
Never—no—beg—forgive!

"Strange, butt is so hot!"

Peter suddenly felt his back was hot, his head was hot, and his whole body was hot!

"I'm on fire?"

He was shocked, and the self-rescue in fire that he had learned in elementary school came to his mind.

He rolled on the spot, trying to put out the fire on his body, but it was useless.

The fire of hell cannot be extinguished!
Peter was no longer panicking, but desperate.

He quickly got up and fell to his knees with a thump, his head hit the ground, feeling no pain at all: "Forgive me! Forgive me! I'll tell you who ordered me, please forgive me...??? "

He was stunned.

What he saw when he looked up was the back of the fire head man.

A burning chain was dragged on the ground, and the end was wrapped around his feet, but what he brought was not physical pain, but soul pain.

But now he completely forgot about the pain, just as the firehead temporarily forgot about himself.

At the same time, they saw a scene that they will never forget in this life.

The cheap suitcase was placed on the ground, and the chubby boy sighed, with a melancholy expression on his face.

The poor-quality windbreaker rattled in the hot wind blowing at an unknown time, and the hands in the pockets suddenly lifted.

The frayed jeans wrapped the slender legs, bent over, bent the knees, slightly splayed, and the sneakers of no more than 20 dollars were heavy at the front and slightly raised at the back.

The boy's hands went from bottom to top, seemingly slow but actually very fast, they were even with his chest in a blink of an eye, and his whole aura changed drastically in an instant.

For a moment, Peter remembered the jaguar he had seen in Forest Park two years ago.

No, the jaguar is not as scary as him!
In the truck farther away, Skye's heart was pounding, and a pair of good-looking big eyes stared straight at Lao Wang. What appeared in his mind was the star-studded night three years ago, when the 15-year-old boy 10 The scene of bringing down 7 big black men in seconds.

At that time, she was standing at the corner less than 50 meters away, and she had just escaped from the siege of several gangsters. What she saw in the panic and despair was the courage and hope to live.

"Alright!"

"Tiger style!"

Two short voices came to his ears, and Skye was shocked.

Pharaoh is explaining!
He is using actual combat to demonstrate to himself!

This kind of opportunity is rare, and the white fingers clicked subconsciously, switching from taking pictures to recording.

Robbie was more focused and surprised than she was.

At the beginning, he didn't notice any danger, he didn't even look at Pharaoh for a second time, and the vengeful spirit in his body didn't react at all, which showed that the Chinese boy in front of him was innocent and didn't need to be punished.

Only now did he discover that this seemingly ordinary Chinese boy exuded a palpitating aura with just simple movements.

In Robbie's burning eyes, what he saw was not an ordinary person who had just grown up, but a fierce tiger, a saber-toothed tiger king who seemed to have come from the ice age!

A more intuitive feeling comes from Vengeful Spirit.

The devil hidden deep in the body is actually paying attention!
what is this?
Is it the mysterious kung fu of the mysterious east, or a power that does not belong to this world like myself?

Old Wang calmed down.

The reactions of others have nothing to do with him.

With one move of the hand and one lift of the foot, I instantly returned to the state of fighting in World of Warcraft. Those years of fighting for Azeroth and fighting for myself, 10 years of precipitation and 18 years of promotion, all perfectly merged at this moment .

Hands with elbows, elbows with waist, belt with legs, legs with feet.

The emerald green shimmering light is the zhenqi that has undergone a special operation.

Leaving the ground like a whirlwind, his left leg swept across, and in an almost impossible moment, he kicked the side of the rocket with extreme accuracy.

The warhead deflects 180 degrees, and under the buffer and acceleration of true energy, it flies in the direction it came from.

A hundred meters away, the truck of the Fifth Street Gang flew into the sky, turned 720 degrees, and landed steadily. The leaked gasoline was stained with flames, igniting despair and attracting death.

It exploded with a bang, brilliant like fireworks.

"Oh my God, how did he do it?"

"So fast, so fast reaction!"

"The tiger pose increases the speed of movement and the speed of true qi movement. The crane kick directly changes the direction of the rocket. The true qi cushions it so that it does not explode temporarily. All the movements are done to the extreme. Although I have learned them all, I can't do them at all... ... Wang, so handsome!"

Peter froze, Robbie was startled, the vengeful spirit was restless, and Skye's eyes sparkled.

And farther away, the exploding Fifth Street Gang van claimed more than a dozen lives, not one left!
Old Wang floated to the ground, brushed off the non-existent ashes on his body, and his hands behind his back trembled slightly.

His cultivation is still a bit weak, and his physical fitness is not enough at all. There is a price for pretending to be aggressive, so don't let others see it, and you can't show your timidity.

Turning his head and blinking at Skye, Lao Wang suddenly raised his hand, a long whip made of condensed true energy swam like a snake, and came to Robbie in less than a second, and then rioted in the spirit of vengeance. He turned around and entangled Peter behind him.

The long whip was withdrawn abruptly, Peter let out a scream, and flew in front of the old king.

"He's mine!" Robbie yelled, striding forward dragging his chains.

The fire of vengeance burns brightly inside.

Anyone who is guilty must be punished. This is the rule of the Spirit of Vengeance, and it is also a contract between them, which must be obeyed.

He wants to kill everyone in the Fifth Street Gang. This is not only his desire for revenge, but also the request of the spirit of revenge, which he cannot control himself.

The Fifth Street Gang had already killed more than a dozen people, none of whom were killed by him.

The vengeance of the Vengeful Spirit must come to fruition.

Kill at least one!
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in men."

Lao Wang smiled, and took off the necklace around Peter's neck in horror, and then waved his hand, and the big man of almost two hundred catties flew out backwards.

Peter tried to raise his gun.

Click!

A burning foot stomped, and Peter's right hand was crushed together with the pistol. The excruciating pain made him scream and tear his heart.

A tantalizing smell of grilled meat wafted in the air.

Peter screamed, but Robbie felt a sense of relief and the joy of successful revenge. Even the Spirit of Vengeance seemed to be stronger.

This made him both excited and terrified.

"I haven't killed anyone...I haven't even killed a chicken..." Robbie murmured with his head down.

Is this me?

How can I be so ruthless, why am I not afraid of killing people, how can I decide other people's life and death without authorization, and judge other people's crimes?

The anger in his eyes was slightly extinguished, and Robbie suddenly felt as if he was sliding from the world to hell. This process is irreversible, and he is falling into the abyss.

As long as the younger brother is alive and well, so what if he kills someone?

What about falling into the abyss?
"Don't just stand there, the police are coming soon," Lao Wang reminded.

Robbie took a deep look at Lao Wang, and dragged Peter into the car.

The Dodge Charger started and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"We should go too."

Old Wang turned around, carried the suitcase back to the truck, and patted Skye's frozen pretty face.

"Still leaving? Waiting to go to the police station for tea?"

(End of this chapter)