Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 25 Vulcan (recommended above, please follow up)
John naturally noticed his movement, nodded slightly to show respect, and then accelerated away from the bridge.

Lark was puzzled, and he saw happiness in John's eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, John had seen him when he first came out of the subway station.

Lak's mighty armor and exaggerated motorcycle made his heart palpitate.He didn't think the [-]mm bullet would penetrate.

Fortunately, Lak was just passing by, and he was not in the same group as the gang who were chasing him.

Quite polite, the helmet pulled a smile on his face.

According to Murphy's Law, if there is a chance that something will go wrong, no matter how small the possibility, it will always happen.

John disappeared on the bridge, and the bikers slowed down just as they were about to overtake Rucker, falling behind him and growing in number, forming a queue.

Through the glass mask, the line of sight is focused on Lark's armor.

Behind the queue, a black bus with a circle on the front is approaching.

The person is not good!
"Jarvis, hack their communications."

"Received, searching for the signal, the signal is locked, and the invasion begins... 5%... 30%... 80%... Didi, the invasion is successful. The target location is the Continental Hotel in New York."

Jarvis marked the target location, and at the same time, a sharp and eager female voice sounded from the helmet:
"Jello takes your men to set up a roadblock in front, and this man in armor must not be allowed to leave the bridge."

The motorcycle team was ordered to speed up and pass by Lak, and the motorcycles lined up at the end of the bridge to act as a roadblock.

The female voice changed the channel and gave the order:

"Zizi... The Judgment team is ready to attack, try to aim at the enemy's head and shoot to preserve the integrity of the armor."

"Roger that!"

The sound of a series of bullets being loaded.

The communication was hung up, and the helmet suddenly became quiet.Then there was a national curse.

"Fuck!"

Real people walk on the bridge, and the pot comes from the sky.

Lak squeezed the brakes, and the motorcycle flicked to a stop in the middle of the bridge.

The bus brakes synchronously.

The front and rear bright headlights hit him, and the battle armor shone with a faint luster.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the surrounding vehicles immediately sped up and left without intending to call the police at all.

"Crack."

The car door opened, and the judgment team belonging to the high table got out of the car. They were wearing soft armor, helmets, and assault rifles aimed at the front.

A group of fifteen people approached Lark in a tactical formation, and at the same time, the motorcycle gang behind them also drew their pistols.

No one spoke the whole time, no communication, no warning.

Lark glanced at the motorcycle, raised his hands and moved towards the bridge.

New car.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Snapped!
Lark opened his hands and looked around, and a man's thick voice came out from the helmet - a voice changer.

"One more question before the fight, have you really made up your mind?"

It was Huang Chengcheng's bullet that answered him.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

More than [-] guns fired simultaneously, the brilliant flames were connected together, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Roots seemed to take root under Lak's feet, and the bullets jingled on the armor, but it couldn't make him take half a step back.

The reason why the armor developed by Tony claims to surpass the world for 20 years lies in its two biggest advantages, or black technology.

Energy and shock absorption.

Nuclear reactors and Ark reactors make him faster, stronger, and longer, and a shock-absorbing system keeps him protected from damage when he takes impact.

At this moment, hitting the body with an assault rifle is almost like scratching an itch.

The sound of the guns gradually weakened, and the ruling team exchanged magazines. They cooperated tacitly throughout the process, and their combat quality was very high.

The armor test was about the same, and Lak didn't plan to play with them anymore. If he solved it early, he would have to catch up with the next game.

Rucker put his hands high and low on his chest: "Jarvis, some music."

"...All you women who want a man of the street..."

Passionate rock music resounded through the bridge.

Lark clasped his hands empty, and a six-barreled Vulcan appeared in his hands, with a long chain of bullets on his shoulders, extremely fierce.

Due to the angle of view, the motorcycle party behind him didn't see the Vulcan in his hand clearly, so he continued to advance steadily and kept shooting.

The judgment team could no longer remain silent, and the orderly team began to commotion, with the sound of communication, cursing, and footsteps intertwined.

"F*ck... where did he get it from?"

"Run, our soft armor can't stop it."

"Retreat, retreat..."

Hit me Lark and want to run?

"Buzz buzz!"

The motor runs, and the azure blue flame blooms.

The 7.62mm caliber bullets easily tore through the soft armor on their bodies, bringing up large pieces of flesh and blood.

The five standing in the front are instantly killed.

The rest of the people ran towards both sides of the bridge, jumping into the sea became the only hope of escape.

No one is foolishly hiding behind a bus.

Under the powerful power of the battle armor, the recoil of Vulcan is not worth mentioning, and the bullets are pressed into a line by Lark.

Where to hit.

People who had just run a few meters were chopped off at the waist, and their upper body was broken and their legs were still running in inertia.

The motorcycle gang behind them was so frightened that their ghosts froze. They had been killers for so many years, and they had never seen such a scene.

The disadvantage of not having received formal military training appeared, and a group of people screamed and ran back, intending to pick up their motorcycles and run away.

So many turn their backs and look down on anyone.

Rucker turned the gun, and even he didn't need to fine-tune it, and the motorcycle party followed the windy wheat and fell one by one.

The ammunition ran out, the gunfire stopped, and the bridge was stained with blood.

In the face of absolute firepower, all struggles are futile.

Putting away his gun, Rucker rode his motorcycle and went straight to the Continental Hotel in New York.

It didn't take long for the scavenger to arrive and clean up the scene.

……

Continental Hotel.

The short-haired girl was sitting in front of the computer, the light source from the screen shone on her face, she was pale and without a trace of blood, like snowflakes falling in winter.

With her head held high, the red wine overflowed her lips, wet her clothes along her throat, and her chest was bright red.

The cold liquid woke her up, she put down the wine glass in a panic, and tremblingly took out a tissue to wipe the wine stains.

"Shet! Shet! Shet! Shet!"

The organization has always offered rewards for armor technical information. The rewards are very attractive and can save her ten years of struggle.

Now that I see it, how can I let it go.

For this reason, she gave up chasing and killing John, and mobilized everyone to go there. Unexpectedly, the advanced level of the opponent's armor seriously exceeded her expectations.

So much so that she ignored the way Vulcan appeared.

That man in armor must have come to find me when he returned to Manhattan, no, I have to find a way to save myself.

There was constant gunfire upstairs, and the short-haired girl immediately found a solution. She threw away the tissue, dialed the old-fashioned rotary phone, and calmed down the moment the connection was made:

"Da, da, da, Winston, I suggest we negotiate."

"It was a good decision to negotiate."

Winston's tone was very calm, and his goal was achieved. It was time for today's drama to end.

After hanging up the phone, the short-haired girl picked up her small bag and left.

In situ, the laptop camera flashed red.

……

Brooklyn.

Dozens of police cars are parked around the port, and a long cordon surrounds the area and no entry is allowed.

Further inside is a blockade line formed by men in black. The container has been opened, and several pumping equipment are erected by the sea, and the staff stand in the corridor and directly pour water down.

Not long after, three cars arrived one after another.

Natasha, Rumlow and black marinated eggs.

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