Machina in Marvel

The night is deep.

But Morse had no intention of sleeping.

Although he doesn't like to fight and kill.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a passion for killing.

But he is a businessman.

So, killing is what the men do.

And he just had to watch.

Just like today.

A rainy night is the best funeral for Nolan Locke's little girlfriend.

Just while he was enjoying it.

There was a loud bang.

The door of the villa was suddenly opened.

Morse was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.

He immediately took out the pistol that he never left behind.

As soon as he got the pistol, he saw a figure appear at the door.

There seemed to be something behind that person.

But he couldn't see clearly.

"Morse, tell me...where is the headquarters of your Irish gang?"

"You're Nolan Locke!

Why are you here. "

He suddenly panicked.

He will never forget Nolan Locke's voice.

Nolan is wearing a Delta 6 rapid power suit.

The armor is wrapped in place from the head.

He didn't want to capsize in the gutter here in Morse.

"I'm asking once, tell me, where is your Irish headquarters."

"What a joke!"

Morse fired without hesitation.

But this shot only fired a series of sparks.

The next moment, Nolan rushed directly in front of him.

He grabbed him by the neck.

"Morse, I'm giving you one last chance.

You should know that in this world, there are many ways to get secrets out of a person's mouth.

I believe you have not been trained in Veritaserum. "

As Nolan spoke.

A Slayer walked up to him.

Morse still hesitated.

"No. 3, cut off one of his fingers!"

Nolan spoke coldly.

Killer No. 3 swung its blade.

He was not in the mood for something like Veritaserum.

Accompanied by screams.

Morse looked horrified.

Half of his palm was cut off!

Killer 3 doesn't have that kind of intelligence.

But Nolan didn't care.

“Where are the Irish headquarters?”

Seeing that Morse didn't answer, Nolan immediately spoke again.

"Break another one!"

"I say! I say!"

cried Morse.

Although he is an Irish gangster, he is just a businessman.

but……

It's too late.

The killer ejected the blade without hesitation.

In just an instant, Morse's entire palm fell down.

"I'll ask again!"

This time, Nolan just spoke.

Morse yelled out the location of the Irish gang.

After getting the answer, Nolan showed a cold smile.

He smiled weirdly and said:

"I don't want to kill people, you know, the world is very complicated.

Not only us ordinary people, but also some very troublesome guys.

I just want to live a good life, I don't want to cause any trouble.

Because there is a perverted woman who likes to touch the gems on her chest and can predict all futures.

But……"

Nolan grabbed Morse by the neck.

The battery pack of the Delta-6 suit provides him with tremendous strength.

In just an instant, Morse's neck was cut off.

It wasn't until Morse's eyes gradually lost consciousness that his last voice sounded.

"Why are you forcing me...

why! "

Nolan's expression gradually distorted.

This damn world is obviously just a business dispute, why do you want to kill people at every turn?

Damn Irish gangsters!

Noah threw Morse's body to the ground.

"If you offend me, then after today, all Irish gangsters and those Aryans will disappear with just one glance!"

There was a loud bang.

Thunder rolls!

The pouring rain poured down.

Nolan walked into the rainstorm.

Even through the Delta 6 Rapid Power Suit, he could feel the current rain.

Finn Cooley!

You better not let me catch you!

now.

Within the Irish gang.

Finn Cooley counted the hours.

"Why haven't you come back yet?"

He frowned.

Counting the time, the person who went to find Jessica Jones should be back.

After thinking for a while, he called Morse.

Listening to the beeping sound from the other side, but no one answered.

Finn Cooley looked gloomy.

At this time, it was impossible for Morse not to answer the phone.

It seemed that something had happened to Morse.

who did it!

They have conducted detailed investigations on Jessica Jones' information.

She's just a girl from Hell's Kitchen after all.

Most of the information is no secret to them.

There is no way that little girl has such ability.

The man behind Nolan Locke?

He felt like he had guessed the truth.

"Gather the people together. Something happened to Morse. I'm afraid, someone will come to us next."

Finn Cooley sneered.

"It's the boss!"

Someone will go out and notify immediately.

Soon, many sleepy-eyed Irishmen were summoned.

Everyone had firearms in their hands.

This is the heritage of the Irish gang.

It's not that simple to get a place in Hell's Kitchen.

Force is the first priority!

When Nolan walked to the Irish gang headquarters.

A five-story building is brightly lit.

You can even faintly poke around and see people moving around inside.

The building door is tightly closed.

Everyone was waiting.

"It looks like they're ready."

Nolan’s eyes were cold.

But today, he came to kill people.

"SAR-1 combat robot, fire!"

The next moment, more than 20 SAR-1 combat robots standing behind him spit out fierce tongues of fire.

These combat robots are developed for war.

An iron gate?

Like paper!

But a few seconds of work.

The iron gate became a sieve.

Nolan took a deep breath.

"charge!"

He roared angrily.

Then the body began to rush towards the iron gate.

In the moment of approaching.

Punch out with a bang!

Accompanied by an explosion.

The already broken iron gate fell to the ground.

Revealing a confused Irishman from behind.

next moment,

Two killers and dozens of SAR-1 combat robots came out!

At the same time, there were countless palm-sized robots swarming along everywhere towards the small building.

Tongues of fire swallowed.

Slayer charges.

Nolan stands in the midst of these mechanical seas.

Look at this killing feast.

The gunshots were accompanied by thunder.

Tongues of fire are like lightning.

Blood is like pouring rain.

roof.

Finn Cooley's heart tightened.

"Is there a fight downstairs?"

"Don't worry, boss, there are more than 30 brothers downstairs, no one can rush up."

The gunfire lasted only half a minute.

Just stop completely.

Finn Cooley and others looked strange.

I'm afraid those enemies are not here to die.

Dare to attack the Irish gangster.

It was actually annihilated in less than 1 minute.

It was possible that only a few people came.

Just when a few people couldn't help but laugh.

The door suddenly burst open.

A frightened-looking Irishman rushed in.

"Old, boss, monster, mechanical monster!

Those monsters have wiped out all the brothers on the first floor! "

Hear this.

Finn Cooley's face hardened.

Then he grabbed the firearm beside him.

"It seems that this time the people are not simple.

Get our big dick out! "

He roared.

A strong man immediately carried out a box.

Finn Cooley had a sinister smile on his face.

This is an urban area after all, and he doesn't want to use these heavy weapons.

But since someone is looking for death, don't blame him!

……