Marvel Nephalem

Under the dark night sky, in the dark forest, there were fires and gunshots.

It is a chase battle between the hunter and the hunted.

As the prey, Clark Kent moved around in the forest like a monkey, and quickly drew his gun to fight back with the help of his excellent neural reaction speed and strong physical fitness. However, he was not running away, but trying to carve out a bloody path from u The left wing of the pocket formation breaks through.

The mercenary leader at the rear was half squatting behind a tree, observing with night vision goggles and shouting through a communicator: "He wants to break out from the flanks. Assault Team A maintains fire suppression and drives the target to the designated location."

"call out"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mercenary leader's sight was obscured by flying splinters. An 11.18mm bullet hit his head directly, penetrating the thick insulating suit and opening a bloody hole in his head.

Clark, who was carrying an AS12 shotgun on his back, jumped over the mercenary's body and shot another backhand shot with a sliding shovel on the downhill road.

The 9-caliber revolver, which is said to be able to kill a bear with one shot at close range, took away another life in an instant.

From sneak attacks in the trees to forced breakouts, Clark tried his best to break out of the encirclement and avoid being driven away and becoming a piece of meat on the chopping board.

But the opponent has a large number of people, and all of them are veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time.

In the brief pursuit just now, Clark, who seemed to be able to kill two enemies with ease, had his shoulder blade pierced by a single-headed cone-shaped bullet.

If his body strength were not high enough and the bullet only made a bloody hole, I am afraid that this blow would have killed him on the spot.

The system, which had always taken pleasure in causing trouble for Clark, now gave up its past feud and said sadly: "Host, I can't heal this kind of wound."

The system's shout in Clark's mind caused him to immediately squat behind a tree, pull off his trousers and stuff them into the bloody hole on his left shoulder.

Even if it hurts like rain, it's still better than sitting still and waiting to die.

Clark, whose left arm was drooping and blood was flowing from his left shoulder, stared at the iron net stretched in front of him. He could clearly feel the deadly breath of death and couldn't help but ask the system: "What is this?"

The system was silent for a moment and sighed: "This... is an isolation grid. How did they do it? Isn't it true that even the New York government tacitly allows them to set up such high-risk isolation facilities in public entertainment venues?"

After hearing the system's words, Clark looked around and didn't find any thrown objects. He laughed and yelled: "It seems that this little bastard Dennis still has some ability. Come on, Dennis, this old dog of mine still has a few teeth. He wants mine." You have to pay ten times the price for your life.”

Clark blocked the bleeding hole with a piece of cloth, like a trapped animal fighting to the death. After hearing the footsteps approaching, he picked up the AS12 on his back with one hand and put it on his shoulder, and launched a reverse charge from behind the tree without hesitation. , disrupting the opponent's aim with a very rhythmic z-shaped attack pace, and shooting quickly with a strong body that can resist the recoil of the gun, instantly killing five enemies.

Before the nearest enemy fell to the ground, he burst out with a deafening roar. He charged forward and directly used his shoulders to lift the dead mercenary's body as a human head shield. He killed three more people in an instant and got into the nearest tree. Behind the redwood trees.

"He's almost out of bullets. Go, go, go."

Accompanied by the mercenary's shouting, Clark, who was hiding behind the redwood tree and carrying the mercenary's body, laughed heartily together with the system.

The system smiled and said: "I thought you would be so stubborn that you would just hit the barbed wire fence with an old man carrying a stone."

Clark also laughed and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought at first, until I remembered that wet trees can also conduct electricity, and I can't pull up such a big tree."

The system stopped laughing and said in a deep voice: "Then you have to jump far enough."

"Then you should burn more incense."

As soon as he finished speaking, Clark, who had resisted the mercenary's corpse, used all his strength to rush towards the five-meter-high electrified protective net. He supported the mercenary's corpse with one hand and threw it with all his strength. Under the thrust of 400 kilograms, the mercenary weighed nearly [-] kilograms. The corpse drew a parabola in the air and hit the barbed wire fence directly, causing a loud bang and sparks.

The body bounced back...

Clark: ...

System:`

The system sneered: "This... host, let's go hide in the sanctuary."

Clark was also a little shaken at this moment: "You can promise that you won't do anything wrong."

Just when Clark was about to agree to the system's request and agree to go to the dark world to avoid this fatal situation, two large, two small and four car lights shined on the opposite side of the barbed wire fence. A dark metal behemoth roared on the accelerator, directly smashing the barbed wire fence. Crush him, rush past Clark and directly run over a mercenary before immediately reversing in front of him.

The mercenaries who were chasing Clark suddenly looked like African hyenas encountering a pride of lions. They looked at each other and hesitated.

A tall and handsome white man pushed open the car door and shouted to Clark: "Mr. Kent, get in the car."

Clark recognized the person's identity. It was Billy Russell, the boss behind the Clinton Group's security team whom he had just met today.

Clark, who immediately climbed into the car, looked suspiciously, then turned to look at the mercenaries who had just opened fire on the bulletproof car, and fell into silence.

Suddenly, I felt a little nervous about the young security company owner in front of me, even though he was smiling brightly at me...

"It's me, Billy Russell, the boss of Anvil Security."

Billy Russell saw that Clark had not yet relaxed his guard when he recognized him, and immediately continued: "I am also a CIA agent. William Rollins sent me into the Clinton Group to investigate Dennis Luther's human enhancement research. I am not your enemy. , Mr. Kent, I’m here to save you.”

Clark held his bleeding shoulder, nodded slightly, took out the 9 with one bullet left in his waist, pressed it against Russell's temple, and whispered: "You won't know until you are out of danger if you come to save me."

Without stopping, Billy Russell immediately reversed the car and ran over the knocked down power grid. Even though the car was banged and banged, Clark was not worried about his own safety at all. Instead, he focused all his attention on Billy who was driving. On Russell.

Billy Russell, who drove the car out of the empty park, said to Clark without changing his expression: "Agent William has long suspected that Dennis Luther was colluding with foreign mercenary forces, but he has been struggling to figure out who he is. Since you have no way of knowing your intentions and plots, I will take you back to the company now."

"Haha, is that so?" Clark Kent, whose face became paler due to excessive blood loss, looked like he was watching you continue to make up the story. He slowly put his index finger on the trigger and said in a deep voice, "No, let's go to Mount Sinai Hospital. Either do it, or I’ll do it myself.”

Billy Russell's Adam's apple twitched, he nodded slightly and said, "As you wish, Mr. Kent."