American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

The big iron rod does not belong to a certain director of a certain hospital.

Because it is violent, it is easy to cause problems if it is poked.

So this is an Asgardian weapon.

The full name of the Big Iron Rod is the Furious Big Iron Rod, which is the exclusive weapon of the Asgardian army "Berserker Legion".

Unlike ordinary weapons enchanted with light energy, the big iron rod can inspire the deepest fear in the holder's heart, thus inspiring the ultimate rage.

It fits his style of painting, but strangely, it's not the mainstream weapon of those barbarians.

Belongs to a very funny Asgardian.

Eliot Rudolph.

An Asgardian civilian, a stonemason, was fed up with the boring physical work and the humiliation that came and went as soon as he called. Finally, one time, Asgard summoned the army to carry out armed peacekeeping patrols in the nine realms. At that time, I made up my mind and ran away.

Then it was on the earth, and it has been wandering until now.

From a coolie, he turned into a humorous university professor who used his thousands of years of experience on earth to tease female college students all day long.

The big iron rod upgrades the old silver rod.

It is simply a model of grassroots counterattack.

I am happy here and don’t think about Asgard.

After Elliot knew that one part of the violent stick that he had divided into three and hid separately had been taken away, he tried to deceive the SHIELD team. He went to find the other two parts, but instead the first part was taken away. The guy snatched another copy.

Then he used two violent big sticks to stab the nerves dozens of times and blocked Colson's team who was taking Elliot to find the third big stick.

It was the villain who got there first, sneaked up on him secretly, and stabbed Elliot with a stick.

"Hey, Stonemason!" Aaron gently pulled and pulled Elliot's short, squat body away.

For someone who flirts with his own students and plays "extracurricular tutoring. MP4", it is so enviable... cough, that well-dressed beast who strongly condemns, Aaron actually wants to slap him, it is so jealous... cough, That was spurned.

But there is no way, who is the friendly army?

"Aaron, are you okay?" Colson swallowed and asked cautiously.

What's wrong with this guy? Why is he afraid of being bitten? Oh, I grabbed the big iron rod by the way.

"I didn't...ah!!!"

I'm crazy~~~

A certain drama queen got addicted to drama, and suddenly she let out an angry roar, yelled, and tugged with both hands.

It’s shirtless! ! !

You are already dead! ! !

Oh la oh la oh!! !

You bunch of scum! ! !

ASSSSS WE CAN! ! !

Someone screamed and rushed towards the dozens of people on the other side who also screamed and rushed towards him.

"Let's go help...Colson, can we help?" Melinda May looked at the violent minions who were blown away by Aaron's home run, and then two more were blown away. She wanted to rush to help, The result was hesitation.

Looking at Aaron, he was like a tiger entering a herd of sheep. The big iron sticks were flying up and down, and one of them lay down with each swing of the stick. The shadows of the sticks were heavy. In the blink of an eye, there were three or five of them. Dozens of people looked at a lot, but to the naked eye, Visible speed lay down, and everyone in Coulson's team calmed down.

"You didn't say there was an Asgardian in your team, or one from Vanaheim?" Elliot, the old silver stick, was stunned.

"We are natives of the Earth!" Colson looked proud. Don't look down on people all the time. We Earthlings are all like natives. We are worthy of our talents!

These two guys are hiding Brother Tai behind their backs... Someone said that they don't have Asgardian blood, but there is an honorary Asgardian noble. Brother Be careful and ask Brother Hammer to give you some shoes to wear.

"Sir, if Agent Walker can't regain his consciousness..." Little sister Gemma suddenly asked timidly.

It's like a bucket of ice water poured on the head.

At this moment, Aaron had basically been lying down on the other side. He was fighting one against two, and he was beating the male and the female on the other side crazily, who were also holding a big iron rod.

First discovered this legend and found the culprit of the first iron rod.

These two people have been in contact with the violent iron rod for the longest time. They are already intoxicated by adrenaline. Their expressions are ferocious and twisted, with blood in their pupils. The corners of their eyes are almost bursting. They are grinning and spitting, and they have no idea why. Roaring like a madman.

Then a certain drama star followed suit, imitating everything, but Coulson's team was fooled.

"Good night - Good night. Did you bring your gun?" Coulson couldn't help but ask.

"No, sir," Fitz replied.

"Go and get it! You both go!" Colson sent the two nerds away.

I practice Qigong from the bottom of my heart! ! !

Six studies and two blossoms!!!

This is Sparta! ! !

Someone was still spraying wildly in a mess, but finally the other person lost strength, maybe due to excessive secretion of adrenaline, rolled his eyes, fell to the ground, foamed at the ground and convulsed.

"Aaron, are you okay...?"

Seeing that Aaron was covered in sweat (intentionally) and his body was shiny and toned, but he was panting and had no intention of exploding. Colson was relieved, but how could he know that the two violent big sticks were like Attracted by the one in Aaron's hand, it flew over automatically like Brother Hammer's Meowth Hammer, and then a red light flashed, making it three-in-one.

It's so crazy at first glance, if this is the complete body...

Aaron brushed the stick flower, and everyone took a step back involuntarily, including the short and fat mason. This guy is too tough. In Asgard, everyone must be an elite warrior.

Aaron looked at everyone, and everyone was panicking. This guy is really crazy. This guy is really crazy. This guy is really crazy...

Fortunately, things did not develop into the worst case scenario as everyone expected. Aaron's eyes gradually returned to clarity. With a fierce poke, the violent big stick penetrated deeply into the ground paved with stone slabs.

He slowly exhaled and said, "Finish and call it a day."

Oh my shelduck!

Everyone also let out a big sigh of relief, this willpower, just now, man, pure!

"Why are you looking at me like that?" someone asked knowingly.

"It's okay, it's okay. Are you thirsty or hungry? Can I feed you something?"

Although translated, Coulson probably asked with such concern.

But thanks to his profound English, Aaron did not give Coulson a big iron stick to eat first.

"Sir, good night, baby, the gun is here! ...Oh, it seems it won't be used anymore." Fitz-Simmons ran back with a chirping voice.

"...Hey, isn't this just in case?" A certain hairline said with an awkward smile after receiving a roll of the eyes from Aaron.

"It's really amazing. Various endocrine indexes, adrenaline, hormones, hormones...none of them have big fluctuations."

In the laboratory of the "Sky Bus", Miss Zhenma looked at Aaron's upper body, which was still wearing nothing, with bright eyes, which made Aaron get goosebumps.

Because this look is not asking for wrestling, but asking for solution. I really want to slice it into pieces, something like this.

Really, why don’t you imitate the girl Skye next to you and eat ice cream with your eyes secretly?

"Ah hahaha...that means there is no problem, so I'll take my leave."

Aaron dodged left and right to avoid the obstruction of Zhenma, put on his clothes and ran away.