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Chapter 149 Another Form of the Peacekeeper

On one of the twin towers, a western cowboy in a red cloak stands on it, like a king overlooking the world, everything in his vision is so small.

The four golden letters "BAMF" on the metal buckle around the waist reflect a strong golden glare under the sunlight.

The Chitauri flooding below spotted him, blinding them with the golden reflection, they couldn't stand it!
They need to look up to see McCree, perhaps this is the difference between a king and an ant.

One is high above, and the other is swarming with ants.

hateful!

It's unreasonable that there is a cool and crazy earthling who dares to be above them, he must let this guy know what it means to pretend to be coercive but to be fucked.

Otherwise, what face would the Chitauri have, even if they won this war, it would not be glamorous.

A small team leader led a team and flew towards the top of the building, intending to shoot it into a sieve.

On the space carrier, Fury and Coulson stared wide-eyed.

"What is McCree going to do? Didn't you see a Chitauri rushing towards him? Why didn't he react at all, and still have time to smoke a cigar?" Fury was very puzzled.

"Maybe he gave up. Looking at the overwhelming Chitauri people, even he felt the pressure like a sea." Coulson said.

Duang!

The church bell rang at noon.

McCree, who lowered the brim of his hat, spit out a smoke ring, and his lazy voice contained the breath of death, as if the god of death pronounced death on all living beings.

Standing at a high place, a gust of bone-piercing cool wind hit, and the cloak fluttered slightly.

"Noon...hour...has...arrived!"

All the enemies in his field of vision were locked by him, including those two kuns, and the kun emperor that the superheroes were fighting against.

Everything, wherever it is involved, is locked.

Only the Chitauri in the room survived, and that's a very small number of course.

There is no need for them to go to the skyscrapers, and the civilians have been moved away, so more than [-]% of the Chitauri are outside fighting the army, exposed to McCree's vision.

There is a red skull on their heads, and there are red skulls all over the sky, which is the mark of death!

Once the red skull appears, it means that the death scythe of the god of death has reached out to them.

McCree's right hand was always placed next to the seam of his trousers. When the Chitauri was about to rush up, his right hand moved up quickly, and took out the silver revolver at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye—the Peacekeeper!
A deadly weapon with extreme killing intent!

boom! boom! boom!
There was a pleasant sound of the revolver, and the Chitauri who flew up in the shuttle car were the first to bear the brunt and tasted the power of the peacekeeper.

They all fell, their vision turned black, and their lives withered.

Before it was over, the peacekeepers drifted around, and every bullet must be headshot.

One hit kills is the tradition of western cowboys.

The contest between western cowboys will not give the opponent a second chance to shoot, so if you can't kill others with one shot, others will kill you with one shot.

The voices of the peacekeepers continued, and circles of smoke came out of the guns.

There is no need to aim specifically, because before that, all targets are locked by him, and he only needs to pull the trigger to shoot endless bullets.

This is another form of the Peacekeeper, the machine gun form!
"Sir, there are too many enemies, and the equipment is much better than ours. If we continue to fight like this, we will lose sooner or later." A captain said to Colonel Rhodes.

"No matter how many people there are, I have to hold my ground. Even if there are only one soldier left in the battle, I can't let them fly out of New York."

Rhodes was determined to die, and his comrades suffered heavy casualties, and he was also extremely heartbroken, but war is like this, and it is destined to pour blood into a strong city wall.

This wall of blood is to keep the alien invaders out, and prevent them from flying out of New York to harm other cities.

"Yes, sir!"

The captain turned around and prepared to die generously, but he was surprised to find that the enemies in front of him fell down like cutting wheat. What's the situation?
Although his comrades are constantly attacking, he knows that these aliens will not die immediately after being shot, and will continue to fight tenaciously.

Colonel Rhodes, who was defending the other side, also noticed this scene, and then the two turned their heads together, seeing doubts in each other's eyes.

Obviously it wasn't done by the army, they are all experienced veterans, and they can judge the general direction of the shooter through the ballistic trajectory.

"There! There is a man standing on the Twin Towers." The captain watched with a telescope.

Colonel Rhodes took away his binoculars, and clearly saw a western cowboy standing on the top floor of a towering building, holding a revolver in his hand, as if shooting randomly.

"How is it possible? He has a revolver in his hand, can he shoot so many bullets at once? None of us are mentally retarded." Colonel Rhodes said.

The captain also nodded, still puzzled, "But the bullet came from that direction."

Colonel Rhodes, who continued to observe, finally discovered something unusual.

"Are you sure that's a revolver and not a machine gun?"

"what?"

Confused, the captain snatched the binoculars from the second lieutenant, opened his mouth wide in surprise when he saw it.

On the other side of the battlefield, soldiers drove more than a dozen vehicles to stop the two giant kuns on the only way.

This is not an ordinary vehicle, but a vehicle equipped with a sonic cannon.

They want to use powerful sonic cannons to suppress the giant kun's momentum.

Two giant kuns came slowly, and the second lieutenant said confidently: "Prepare the sonic cannon, let these two kuns taste the sonic cannon."

The soldiers got ready, and as the giant kun approached, the second lieutenant shouted hoarsely: "Fire!"

More than a dozen sonic cannons are facing forward side by side, spreading out sound waves that can cut and shatter anything, and everything directly in front of them is cut into slag.

The two giant kuns were blocked, but their speed was slowed down, but they still couldn't cause any harm to it.

"what?"

The second lieutenant didn't want to believe that the sonic cannon couldn't hurt it. How many times has this kun devoured and evolved?

Seeing the giant kun flying, they definitely couldn't stop them, so the second lieutenant ordered: "Turn around and retreat!"

Just after he finished speaking, his two thick eyebrows were tightly knit together, what the hell?

The soldiers sitting in the car also had question marks on their faces, would the giant kun die suddenly too?
The two giant kuns, which were alive one moment ago, lost all signs of life the next moment, fell heavily to the ground, writhed twice in pain, and then became completely motionless.

A sharpshooter can see the enemy's weakness. It is as strong as a giant kun, but it also has weaknesses, and its weakness is the heart.

Although their hearts are protected by armor, there are tiny gaps in the armor, which are difficult for ordinary people to detect, but in McCree's view, that's a good place for bullets.

The heart is the strongest muscle, but it is still weak in the face of the bullets fired by the peacekeepers.

???

The second lieutenant and the soldiers couldn't understand, what kind of operation is this?Two giant kuns teamed up and died suddenly on the spot?
　Ask for a ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)