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Looking at Dufresne and Xinqilubu who suddenly turned around, Ivanov and more than 20 gangsters were taken aback.

It was Ivanov who reacted quickly. Seeing the eyes of the two people with holy light, he immediately realized that they were not ordinary people, and immediately said, "Shoot!"

Before he finished speaking, he first raised his pistol, aimed at Xinqilubu and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

Other gangsters also fired one after another, and with the continuous gunshots, a rain of bullets shot at the two people on the opposite side.

However, Xinqilubu had been prepared for a long time. Before Ivanov raised his gun, he held his five fingers together, and a holy light shield instantly condensed in front of the two of them.

All the bullets fired by the gangsters were blocked by the holy light shield, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the place. 78 Chinese first release

"Give me the king's blessing!" Xinqilubu said, holding a shield in his left hand and taking out a short blade with his right hand. The short blade was faintly visible with golden light, and it was undoubtedly a weapon infused with holy light.

Dufresne raised his hand to give him the blessing of the king, then reached into the briefcase, as if he was about to take something out.

The holy light armor covered Xinqilubu's whole body. He roared and jumped up like a tiger. The sharp blade in his hand cut across, and a gangster's head fell to the ground immediately.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing his vigor, the other gangsters were all shocked, and quickly turned their guns to shoot at him.

However, these pistol bullets are unable to penetrate the Holy Light Shield. Even if they can hit Xinqilubu, the Holy Light Armor blessed by the king can offset most of the power and cannot cause fatal damage.

So in a blink of an eye, Xinqilubu killed three more gangsters.

At this time, Dufresne also took out his weapon from his briefcase: an M1 carbine with a folding stock.

The body of the carbine emitted a faint holy light, and it was obviously also a light-forged weapon.

He held an umbrella in his left hand, held a carbine in one hand with his right hand, aimed at a gangster mob, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A gunshot was deafening, and the bullet shot out from the muzzle with a little holy light, leaving a pale golden trail in the air, hitting the gangster's chest.

The evil inspired the punishment power of the Holy Light, and the body of the thug was almost cut in two with a single shot, and the flesh and blood splattered!

The mediocre M1 carbine was shot with the effect of anti-material heavy sniper.

Compared with Xinqilubu, who was preying on tigers, Dufresne's light-forged m1 was obviously more shocking. Its bursting sound and destructive power made the panic-stricken gangsters almost stupefied. 78 Chinese updates the fastest computer terminal:

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Dufresan fired one after another, and one after another the thugs were smashed to pieces on the spot and died very happily.

Soon the thugs were pissing the shit out of them, they had no will to fight, and all they wanted to do was escape.

However, escaping is not feasible at all. In this narrow street, Xinqilubu's tiger-like figure can quickly stop every thug who tries to escape.

Even if they ran farther, Dufresne's light-forged m1 would give them the final shot.

After a while, only three of the more than 20 gangsters knelt down and begged for mercy, and they did not dare to escape, including the leader Ivanov.

Ivanov felt that it was very spineless to do so, but when the gun of Light Forged M1 was aimed at him, he immediately realized the preciousness of life.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!" He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Dufresne put down his carbine and said flatly, "The rabble."

He originally thought that Anton Vanke was more likely to send some professional killers, but it turned out that they were just a group of gangsters, who had almost no threat to them.

In fact, Anton Vanke can't help it. Although he is a high-level stark industry, he defected from the Soviet Union not long ago and is a scientific researcher. He will not find any professional killers for a while.

And as Dufresne said, in the information that can be obtained, both he and Xinqilubu are helpless scumbags. To deal with such a small character, more than 20 armed thugs are enough. up.

Xinqilubu panted and walked in front of Dufresne, looking at the light-forged M1 carbine in his hand, his face was full of question marks.

As a warrior from an Indian tribe, he really doesn't understand Dufresne's routine, especially now.

In the battle just now, although he looked like a massacre and slaughtered about ten gangsters with his own hands, but in terms of platooning, he was far behind Du Fulan.

Under the protection of the King's Blessing and the Holy Light Shield, although the bullets could not cause fatal injuries to him, the damage was still there. At this time, he had been injured in several places, blood was overflowing, and he looked quite embarrassed.

In contrast, Dufresne did not move from the beginning to the end, holding the light-forged m1 carbine gracefully in one hand, and even holding an umbrella in a personable manner. Those who didn't know it thought they were acting in a drama...

"Times have changed, warriors of the Sioux." Dufresne said to Xinqilubu while filling the ammunition for the Lightcast M1.

Xinqilubu: "..."

Dufresne looked at Ivanov, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked, "What's your name, who sent you here?"

Ivanov hesitated.

Dufresan immediately put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, and without saying anything else, he started counting down, and spoke very quickly: "Nineteen eight seven six..."

Ivanov was covered in cold sweat instantly, and when the countdown was about to end in a blink of an eye, he hurriedly said, "I, my name is Artem Ivanov! Yes, Anton Vanke sent me here, don't kill me, don't kill me!" I!"

"It really is him." Dufresne put away his gun and said, "Come with us."

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the next day.

Dufresne and Hinchrub came to the Stark Industrial Building again, but this time they brought three gangsters, that is, the three Ivanovs they captured alive last night.

Of course, the three gangster thugs didn't make any special attire, and they looked like followers following Dufresne, but their faces were full of bitterness, which was more uncomfortable than having a fly laying eggs in their mouths.

They really didn't know how to face their employer, Anton Vanke, or what would happen to them in the end.

In Ivanov's view, it may be lucky to spend the rest of his life in prison.

After the experience last time, the employees of Stark Industries did not stop them this time, allowing Dufresne to go in smoothly and met Howard Stark and Anton Vanke.

"Meet you again, Mr. Stark." Dufresne smiled politely, then looked at Anton Vanke, "and Mr. Vanke."

Old Stark has not yet noticed the abnormality, and responded to the greeting.

However, when Anton Vanke saw Ivanov, his face suddenly became very ugly, with dark clouds, and his voice trembled: "You..."

Dufresne also glanced at Ivanov: "Mr. Vanke, obviously you didn't choose the right person. These gangsters and thugs can be described as mobs."

"Gangster?" Old Stark frowned, looking at Anton Vanke, "What's going on, Vanke?"