Marvel Angels with unlimited card draws

Chapter 45 Contact War

"One second." Bobcat tutted and shook his head, as if feeling sorry for Tony.

Everyone else laughed out loud.

Tony also smiled helplessly: "Well, I lost this time."

There's no shame in losing to a beautiful lady.

Mary released the control on the armor, "You can sit here."

"No, I think I'd better fly the plane."

"Don't be discouraged, rich man, my ability is to control all electronic devices."

"It's about the same as what I guessed. After I go back, I have to find a way to upgrade the defense system of the armor, and maybe block the brain waves."

Tony slipped away, and Mary felt a little sorry.

"Pity."

Then she looked at Warren quietly.

Warren blinked. "Do you want me to fly a plane too? Then you have to be ready to skydive."

"Oh, the consultant is scared."

"Don't be like this Mary, you can find me, how about this weekend?"

……

The atmosphere suddenly became lively again until they reached their destination.

"Prepare to land."

The rear cabin door of the transport plane opened, and the turbulent air swarmed in.

"Advisor, I don't know how to skydive." Student Meng Meng panicked all of a sudden.

"Actually I can't either, but I can fly!"

唰

The angel's light wings spread out, and the holy light blinded people's eyes.

"Hold on."

Hua Lun controlled it with his mind and lowered the light of the wings.

"Wait for me to adjust the night mode, don't be too conspicuous."

Everyone: "..."

"Okay, there are seven of you. Two people can sit in the cockpit of the Luna, and three can sit on the roof. The remaining two can just hug its thighs. What kind of parachute do you want?"

Everyone looked at the Black Cat Luna, and it seemed to be true.

Two ladies crowded in the cockpit.

Lynx and Hot Eyes sat on the Luna's powerful arms and touched its fusion cannon.

Nightmare sat on the top, and could study the cat ears that seemed to decorate the detector.

The bison and iron-eating beasts stepped on the soles of their feet and hugged their thighs.

"I feel like the leading man in 'First Blood' now."

"The dragon suit you killed?"

The thrusters on the back were started, and the red queen only used a small amount of power because of the people on board. The Luna flew out of the transport plane and landed at a slightly slower speed.

After all, there are several hanging outside, and I'm afraid they will be blown away if they fly too fast.

Warren is their guard, preventing them from being blown away.

Land safely.

"Hot Eye, you and Mary are following the Luna and providing support for us in the rear."

"Yes."

"Others, prepare to fight!"

"Yes."

Everyone plugged in their headphones and put on their Inner Fel masks.

He looked around alertly, alert to all heat sources within his field of vision.

This is the agreed trading place. After they landed, they sent a message to the terrorists, and they will come to meet in a while.

……

About 15 minutes later, Hot Eye suddenly reported.

"1000 and 27 meters to the southeast, [-] people, three jeeps, and two trucks."

"I intercepted their communication and handed it over to the Red Queen."

As a result, everyone's earphones appeared to be incomprehensible. Various languages ​​​​are mixed in this place, and the terrorists may not be able to communicate well among themselves.

Fortunately, the Red Queen is a top student, so this is not a problem for her, and she translated it immediately.

"...Norman told me that he can no longer contact Martin Lee, so kill the person who came to trade this time."

"Understood the leader."

Although only the last two sentences were intercepted, it was enough.

"Wow, have they figured it out yet?"

"It seems that Norman Osborn is very cunning."

"But only sent more than [-] people? You underestimated us."

Warren also said: "Since this is the case, then you don't have to be polite, and take the initiative!"

Now that the other side is aware of it, there is no need to pretend, and the whole army will attack directly, defeat it head-on, capture the prisoners, read the memory, find the lair, cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, and never cause future troubles. Isn't it beautiful?

Upon hearing the order, the buffalo and iron-eating beasts stopped acting, and they tore off the suit of the demon gang on their bodies.

The bison's muscles swelled, and it suddenly surpassed the iron-eating beast, the two-meter-strong man, in size. Its skin turned reddish brown, its nostrils spewed out hot air, and two horns grew out from behind the devil's mask.

The iron-eater turned the ring on his middle finger, and his whole body became metal instantly.

A bull demon king and an iron man began to charge with heavy steps, setting off smoke and dust.

"I don't like fanfare."

Shan Mao took out two pistols, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his ears became pointed. He followed closely from the side, using various stones and food to hide his whereabouts along the way, which was his habit.

"Mary, cut off their communication, hot eye, monitor the battlefield, don't let them run away."

After Hua Lun finished speaking, he stopped hiding and flew straight into the sky, then stared at the terrorist convoy in the distance, his blasting ability turned into the strongest thruster, and he fell past like a meteor.

Tempering.

bullet time.

The flying speed is undoubtedly the fastest. The distance of 1000 meters is less than two seconds for Hua Lun. The terrorists even just opened the insurance before he swooped over the convoy.

Forced to jump back!

The biggest advantage of this skill is that it can erase inertia in an instant. With Hua Lun's huge self-weight and super high speed after tempering, without wearing the Adamant alloy armor, he would definitely smash his head when he hit it like this.

But after using the forced back jump to erase the inertia, he just stepped on the roof of the truck like a falling star and flipped back as lightly as a feather, while the flames condensed in his hands surged out.

This scene reminded Warren of a famous saying: Young and strong, don’t work hard, jump back with sword spirit
He jumped back and exploded, is it hard work or not hard work?
After using the back jump to adjust the position, a truckload of terrorists were exposed to Warren's attack range. They were about to draw out their guns and shoot at the moment Warren appeared, but how could their reaction be as good as the one with the bullet time bonus and an early attack? How about Warren who is ready?

Feel the [-]-degree Celsius greeting from the angel!

boom--

The entire truck compartment turned into a sea of ​​flames, as if a demon was dancing in it.

"Stop, attack!"

The other terrorists stopped quickly and stayed away from their cars, fearing that Warren would take the blame like this.

Immediately after getting out of the car, bullet screens and RPGs greeted Hua Lun's face, but the attack tore Hua Lun's figure into pieces, leaving only the glimmering butterflies in the sky to dissipate.

The terrorists have black question marks on their faces, what is that?

The bewildered terrorist who was carrying the gun barrel suddenly felt a force snatch away his individual launcher. He looked back and saw the enlarged military green painting.

"Headshoot!"

A cannon barrel flew the guy, and Hua Lun kicked the box next to him.

The box was kicked away and disintegrated in the air, revealing seven or eight shells in it.

At that moment, Warren was a monster, because his hands were raised, aiming at the shells.

Under the bullet time, the expressions on the faces of the terrorists gradually became horrified, and they wanted to escape.

But it's too late.

No need to charge, rapid bursts.

"one two three four five six seven!"

Accompanied by Hua Lun's counting and the flashes of fire in his palm, all the cannonballs were detonated by Hua Lun. Flames and explosions roared in the air, and the air in the entire space seemed to become solid and then was slammed with a hammer. It's like being hit by [-] basketball rackets.

Not only did many terrorists lose their hearing, they were staggering and even unable to stand firmly, and their sense of balance had problems.

At this time, two hunks entered the battlefield, slapping each other to the ground like bullying children.

In the shadows, the two pistols fired non-stop, each bullet accurately hitting the enemy's shoulder or knee.

To stay alive, they still need their memory to guide the way.

(End of this chapter)