Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

Obadai's order worked, and a group of terrorists who launched the Long Live Charge pushed Richard back. Although he had newly acquired the skill of rapid healing, Richard did not want to try to see if his brain could heal, and what his skills said It is clear that the healing effect is related to the lifespan attribute. At 20 points of lifespan, Richard is a little timid.

Seeing that the snipers did not dare to shoot, the terrorists became even more excited. They rushed forward while shouting. Although a few more people might die, they all felt that they would not be the ones who died. Besides, snipers With your hands, you have an assault rifle, and you can kill a few more people. There are 30 people here, so they will definitely win.

There were many containers in the warehouse, blocking their view, but it didn't matter. There was only one way to get down from the sniper position. The terrorists formed a long queue, excitedly shooting in the air, and rushing towards it. There.

When the last lame terrorist rushed into the dead end surrounded by containers, the entire warehouse fell into silence, and the howling terrorists suddenly fell silent.

No way, whoever chases a cute little white rabbit into a cave and sees a Tyrannosaurus rex won't make too many noises.

They never understood until their death why a sniper, who was regarded as the god of death in the shadows, still carried a Vulcan cannon with him, or the kind with a shield.

They could only ask their master about this question, and Richard was happy to give them a ride to see his old man.

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Since using the Vulcan Cannon, Richard no longer likes to use other machine guns. The sound of the motor rotating is really cool. Man, since both machine guns can kill enemies, of course he chooses the more handsome one.

What does it feel like to hit a Vulcan cannon in a narrow passage? Well, no one has written a similar experience report yet, probably because no one has survived in this situation. Anyway, these Ten Rings Gang members The terrorists were stewed with a spoon, and even the last guy with bad legs didn't run away. Just one step away from the entrance of the passage, he was targeted by the Vulcan cannon, and then nothing happened.

With the problem solved, Richard felt refreshed and turned the Vulcan Cannon into a pistol, then whistled and came to the open space. As a result, he could not find the shadow of Obadai.

"Where's the person?" Richard looked at the convex figure standing in the middle of the open space and asked with his eyes wide.

"Ah, who?" Matt knocked out all the remaining gunmen in suits alone, and was waiting for Richard to praise him. Who knew that was what he said when he came up.

"There are two bald heads in total. I killed one, but where is the other?"

"Uh... there are only so many people left after I come down. You know I can't see." Matt said aggrievedly. There were several bald heads in the crowd, and they were all wearing suits. How could he know who was who? ah.

"..." Richard was silent, what else could he say.

"But don't worry, they didn't take the car away." Matt patted the container truck behind him and said proudly.

"..." I want a car for no good reason. The blueprint is much more useful than the tin can inside, okay?

Hey, forget it, Matt probably thought the box inside contained missiles, so you can't blame him.

Richard looked around and felt a little unwilling to go out and work hard all night, but found nothing. This was not his style.

"Grandma, the drawings are gone. Drive the car away."

"where to go"

"Chinatown."

"Why shouldn't we take him to the police station? With so many people dead, why don't we just call the police?"

"There's no point calling the police. Do you know what's inside? It's not a missile at all, it's just a suit of armor. The police saw how they opened a case. Two groups of thugs shot each other over a cosplay costume, causing heavy casualties."

"Ah, it's not a missile here. We killed the wrong person." Upon hearing what Richard said, Matt was shocked. Although the corpses here were all done by Richard, he was the one who started this matter, and these lives must be counted. He has a share. If he just trades normally, then his sin will be great.

"You can't be wrong. These people are all terrorists. No one is innocent. Who can be a good person making deals with them?"

"Then how do you know there's not a missile in the box?" Matt looked at the car behind him, wanting to take it apart now and take a look.

"Do you still remember the news about Tony Stark's narrow escape reported in the newspapers these past two days? I have inside information. He was held hostage by these terrorists, but he was smart and escaped by developing an exoskeleton armor. But the armor and blueprints were left with the terrorists. Also, you can’t see, the weapons used by these terrorists were all developed by Stark Industries. So guess what, they traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to come here. Is this place just for selling a few missiles developed by Stark? The person receiving the goods is Stark Industries CEO Obadiah Stane. If you don’t believe it, you can take a look at what’s in the container at the back. What."

Matt was not stupid. After hearing what Richard said, he immediately understood. However, the truth made him even more frightened. He knew a lot about what the Ten Rings Gang was doing in Central Asia from the reports. If they were related to Obadiah's With such a close connection, doesn't it mean that the Americans are behind the events in Central Asia?

"Then what should we do, catch Obadiah?" Matt knew that if they let Obadiah go, no one would believe them even if they called the FBI, so they probably have to rely on themselves to do this.

"Where can I catch him? After what happened today, that old guy must have found a safe place to huddle up."

"Then what should we do?"

"Tell us the news. With such a big toy here, there must be another guy who wants Obadie's life more than us." Richard patted the carriage and smiled. There was one more thing he didn't say. That guy took action. Quite generous, and should be able to make up for his failure to short Stark Industries stock.

Soon, the truck drove out of the warehouse littered with corpses and headed straight for Chinatown.

......

A few days later, Matt met Tony Stark's personal assistant Pepper Potts at the fountain in front of Stark Tower.

"Hello Mr. Murdoch, I don't know if you have any important matters that you have to talk to me in person." Potts looked at the blind man in front of her in confusion. If she hadn't found out that this man was indeed a registered lawyer, she would not have met him. What a mysterious guy.

"Actually, what we want to see is Mr. Tony Stark. We have something very important here that we want to show him. Can you hand it over to us?"

"You guys are an organization." Potts looked at Matt warily while opening the document bag he handed over. There were not many things in it, just a few photos. However, the crudely made armor in the photos made her feel... It felt familiar, as if she had seen something similar in Tony's underground laboratory.

"No, actually there are only two of us." Matt couldn't help but twitch as he thought of the bar owner who acted like a hands-off shopkeeper.

"Okay, I'll hand it over to Tony."

"It's best to hurry up and hand it over to Mr. Stark personally. The time is tight, and this is related to his life and the lives of many people."

"...I understand."