foreigner's journey

Chapter 1199 Old Enemy
The scene became awkward and silent for a moment.

No one could have imagined that such a cute girl who looked just like a little white rabbit would actually pull out a gun from her supermarket shopping bag without saying a word.

Neither Peter and Heather, who were pinned to the puddle, nor Ned and his gang, dared to move.

Especially the scum who had the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his head, he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva. He could even smell a faint smell of gunpowder from the muzzle of the gun. This girl had fired a gun not long ago!
"HUH... No one wants to give the answer? The first winner will receive a generous reward."

Rebecca drawled lazily, her thumb clicking the safety off her pistol.

At this moment, the scum next to him seemed to have figured something out and suddenly laughed: "Ha! Little white rabbit, using a toy gun to scare people? Your parents will never let a little cutie like you play with a real gun."

As he spoke, he regained his composure and walked towards Rebecca: "Come on, let me tell you what a gun is—"

Bang! !

The scum trembled, then screamed and fell heavily to the ground, hugging his thighs, crying loudly at the top of his lungs.

Rebecca took out a second black pistol from the supermarket shopping bag with her empty left hand, pointing the muzzle at the scum rolling on the ground, with a faint smoke coming out.

"Wrong answer, Mr. Trash."

The gun is real! Everyone was so scared that their bodies froze. If an adult holding a gun could at least communicate and persuade with words, then a child who was hostile to you holding a gun was probably the most dangerous situation in the world.

But the little devil would not give them time to think of a countermeasure. Rebecca swept the muzzle of the gun in her hand over everyone present one by one and said slowly:
"No correct answer yet? If no one speaks up, I'll randomly pick a lucky audience member."

Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure anymore and shouted, "I, I know! There's a bullet in the gun!"

Bang! !

The man also fell to the ground, hugging his thighs and crying and screaming.

"Correct answer! The reward is a freshly-baked bullet! Hahahahaha!"

Rebecca laughed happily, and then put the smoking muzzle of the gun against the scum's forehead in front of her. The hot muzzle of the gun made a slight hissing sound when it came into contact with the flesh. The scum grimaced in pain, but dared not move.

"Okay, it's your turn. Let's start the second round. Do you think there is only one bullet in my gun?"

Rebecca's cheerful, clear female voice, accompanied by the crying and screaming around her, made everyone feel cold in their hearts.

This is not a little white rabbit, it is clearly a Tyrannosaurus Rex covered with white rabbit skin!
Seeing the rubbish in front of her trembling and not daring to speak, and even foaming at the corners of her mouth, Rebecca began to get impatient.
"3, 2, 1..."

Her finger was on the trigger, ready to pull it.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, Heather suddenly interrupted Rebecca who was about to shoot.

He got up from the ground, patted the wet parts of his body, and then looked at Rebecca:

"I'll play this game with you."

It wasn't that she wanted to save the lives of these rubbish, but because Heather had seen similar cases where the criminals were not sober-minded and could even be said to be extremely impulsive. Once the killing started, everyone present would probably die. It was better to give herself a chance to survive.

Rebecca looked Heather up and down, whistled, kicked the scum in front of her to the ground, and hopped towards Heather.

Rebecca stood on tiptoe until they were in front of Heather, their faces almost touching, and asked with a smile, "Very cool, little guy... do you want to go on a date? My jelly bubble milk is so cold and delicious."

"Uh..." Heather was caught off guard by the sudden change in attitude, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

"Tsk, 'Uh' is not the answer I want to hear. Make a decision quickly, or I will start shooting randomly."

As she spoke, Rebecca pointed her gun at the other people present.

[Ms. Punk, it may be a little early for you to ask such questions at your age.]

Suddenly, a slightly dull sound was heard in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a figure completely wrapped in red and gold metal armor floating in the sky, looking down at everyone in the alley.

【Iron Man】Tony Stark!

This man is the president of Stark Industries. He is also an arms dealer, patriot, industrialist, inventor, super genius, playboy, and recently he has added a new identity - the superhero [Iron Man].

Iron Man is different from street heroes like Ghost Spider. He rarely gets involved in trivial matters, but instead focuses on fighting transnational crime and major events that he considers more important.

In his spare time, he would fly in the sky all day long wearing this iron suit, most of the time just to show off, and occasionally he would mind his own business at the reminder of the smart butler Jarvis.

At this moment, it fits within the 'range' of his meddling.

Iron Man in the sky used electronic programs to completely lock Rebecca below and could knock the pistol out of her hand at any time.

"Jarvis, check the identity and family of this young lady. I want to know what kind of parents would hand over a gun to a little girl like this. I will propose legislation to the Senate later, requiring parents to take a qualification test first."

[Sir, there is no relevant information about her in the database.]

"No information? Illegal immigrants? Expand database search to Mexico and Russia."

[Still no relevant information, sir.]

This is strange. Could this girl appear out of thin air? No one can survive without big data these days.

Just as Iron Man was secretly wondering whether he should throw this little trouble to the local police station to deal with, an alarm signal suddenly flashed rapidly inside the iron mask.

Bang!Bang!
Iron Man only heard two gunshots, and then he felt his body losing control and falling downwards.

[Sir, the left foot thruster and right hand stabilizer of Mark 5 have been destroyed! ] Jarvis's urgent voice rang out in the spinning iron suit.

Boom! Iron Man fell heavily to the ground in the alley, struggled to get up, and pointed his left hand cannon forward, only to find that the little girl had disappeared.

ran away?
"Jarvis, search for her whereabouts!"

Since Tony announced his identity as Iron Man, this was the first time he suffered at the hands of such a petty thief. You know, the Iron Man suit can defend against sniper bullets, and ordinary caliber pistols can't do anything to him. What kind of weapon did that girl use? A tank gun in the shape of a pistol?

[Sir, the target has completely lost track. According to calculations, her movement speed is at least over Mach 3.]

Well, now we have to add 'escape speed beyond human limits'.

In comics, superheroes always have an old enemy.

Now, Tony feels that his old enemy may appear.

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