The Angel of Judgment Through the Marvel World

Wang Quan almost laughed out loud when he heard this. It's so interesting. Do you think you can survive three hours by hiding in your room?

It happened that he didn't have to look for people one by one, so Wang Quan walked directly down to the roof, found a bag from somewhere, and started collecting grenades.

"Big Badger, I can take care of this. Go kite reinforcements and slow down his support."

Wang Quan issued new instructions to the big badger through his field computer. The big badger agreed and went down the mountain to look for reinforcements.

"It's my turn to perform next."

After the big badger left, Wang Quan had almost collected all the grenades and began to look for the rebels hiding in the room.

"There's no movement. Let me see what's going on outside."

Many rebels couldn't bear the loneliness and began to look outside the house.

But what greeted them was often bullets. Three or four hundred people were shocked by one shot each.

If a peasant uprising does not go through systematic training, it will only fight against the wind. When it encounters setbacks, it will be like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Wang Quan also probably knew that there was someone in that room, so he started throwing grenades through the window.

A room is no more than twenty square meters. The power of two grenades exploding in such a narrow room can be imagined.

In addition, there are no heroes in the rebel army who dare to sacrifice. As long as someone throws a grenade, only one person will die.

But obviously they didn't have this awareness and allowed the grenade to explode, causing countless shrapnel to fly. Even if they didn't die, they would still be seriously injured.

Using this method, Wang Quan cleared 10% of the rooms in less than 80.00 minutes, and the entire camp now has no more than 50 people.

With just these remaining people, Wang Quan can easily defeat them even if he shows up and fights them with real swords and guns.

In order to attract all their rebels to show up, Wang Quan's method was also very direct, removing the demon phantom.

Just walking in the camp openly and openly, but no one dared to shoot. Maybe they didn't know where to hide, and they didn't even dare to show their heads.

Wang Quan had no choice but to pick up a gun on the ground and aim it at the sky.

da da da~

"I beat him to death, you all come out!"

After shouting twice, Wang Quan immediately fell to the ground, looking like he had been beaten to death.

Some people were brave enough to look out and see a corpse in the center of the camp dressed differently than they were.

da da da~

To be on the safe side, someone shot a bunch of bullets at Wang Quan, but Wang Quan remained motionless.

Fortunately, he has the Stark III bulletproof suit, otherwise Wang Quan would probably have been hit by bullets and screamed.

Seeing that Wang Quan had no reaction, some people began to come closer. Even though he was dead, Wang Quan still had a great deterrent effect.

The rebels were only ten meters away from Wang Quan and did not dare to get close.

Finally, the commander also showed up. Seeing how his men failed to live up to expectations, he shouted angrily.

"You guys are a bunch of trash. Just one person beat you like this. He's already dead and he's still timid."

Seeing the commander's indignant look, those who didn't know better thought he was a tough officer, not a coward who hid in the first place.

Everyone still didn't dare to step forward. The commander felt that it was time to prove his courage and took the initiative to step forward.

He had just seen clearly that Wang Quan had been hit by a bunch of bullets. He was definitely not going to die anymore, and there was no danger.

So he raised his foot and planned to kick Wang Quan on the head.

At this moment, the king's power moved, and a carp stood up straight. The Nash fang in his hand flew, and countless colored sword energy slashed around.

The rebels who had been watching Wang Quan's corpse just now turned into corpses in an instant, with no bones left.

Now that there are probably no rebels in the entire camp, Wang Quan begins to look for the target of his visit this time.

Finally, in a particularly inconspicuous house, Wang Quan discovered a rocket car.

There are only three missiles on it, but its power can destroy almost any building within a five-kilometer radius.

What he didn't expect was that there was a beautiful Chinese in this room.

"Don't kill me. I'm not a rebel. I'm just a technician for the arms dealer. I'm responsible for teaching them how to use this weapon."

When the man saw Wang Quan, he immediately raised his hands to show that he was not in any danger.

But Wang Quan was in a happier mood. He was so sleepy that he gave him a pillow. He was worried about how to use this missile. There was an expert who saved him from doing research on his own.

"Do you want to live?"

The beautiful Chinese didn't dare to say anything, but nodded his head twice.

"That's good, just obey."

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On the hillside fifteen kilometers south of the camp, rebels all over the mountains and plains are rushing here.

The division commander looked at the big hole in the road and couldn't speak for a long time.

He realized that this sudden attack had been premeditated and that his support speed was severely limited. He was very worried about the safety of the supply camp.

Originally, this matter was classified as top secret. On the surface, the supply camp was used to store ordinary weapons. It would have too much strategic value to attack wherever it was attacked every day.

But he knew that having his own army there was the key to successfully attacking Damascus.

The entire rebel army used the funds they had finally saved over the years to purchase three Jellik cluster missiles produced by Stark.

As for where to buy it from, of course it was from Obadiah. That guy was a bastard who didn't care about anything just for money.

As for how many civilian casualties it would cause, he didn't care at all. This was capital, just for his own benefit.

At this moment, the three high-ranking rebels were happily tasting the whiskey that was given to them when they bought the missiles.

And it was Johnnie Walker's 1867 Rare Blue. This kind of wine is usually kept for collection, but they actually opened the lid and tasted it.

It’s okay for rich people like Tony to drink, but aren’t you a revolutionary army?

After failing to unify, they began to enjoy themselves, which also doomed their rebel army to destruction.

One of the senior executives seemed to be a particularly good drinker and even began to share his tasting experience with everyone.

"Take a gentle sip, and the smooth wine immediately bursts out with flavors of hazelnut, sweet honey, rose petals, sherry, and orange. It is rich and harmonious."

“When the wonderful aftertaste of the first sip of whiskey wears off, take another sip of ice water.”

The senior executive closed his eyes, began to reminisce about the taste of the wine, and then continued:

"Tsk tsk, in the next sip of whiskey, kumquat flavor, aromatic smoke flavor, sandalwood flavor, tobacco flavor, dark chocolate flavor... shocking rich flavors are presented one after another. It is an unparalleled taste experience. Wonderful, rich and pushing the limits of the senses with every bite.”

After hearing what he said, although the other two senior executives didn't quite understand it, they felt it was clear.

The wine tasting executive looked at the two people's blank expressions and was very satisfied. He felt that his temperament was in place this time.

But before he could continue to be intoxicated, one of his men hurried in and reported the information he had just received in a panic.

"General, the supply camp where the Jericho missiles are stored has sent out a distress signal, and it will take about three hours for a division to come to support to arrive."

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