Bring Dragon Ball to Marvel

"General?"

The main pilot of the military transport helicopter could clearly see through the cockpit glass that the Milky Way-like light strips were embracing hundreds of rivers, and at the same time, they converged on Saint from an invisible distance. Between his hands, a continuously enlarging ball of light was formed. This scene was completely beyond human cognition and made him feel deeply creepy. With an obviously trembling voice, he asked General Ross for instructions: "Your What’s the order?”

Although this is not an armed helicopter and does not have any airborne weapons such as missile launchers, it is a heavy military aircraft after all. The conventional equipment of the cabin includes a detachable multi-barreled cannon. At this time, Ross The general wished he could order the cannon to be set up and shoot down the Saint in front of him. However, the words that came out of his mouth were: "Pull up and keep a safe distance."

Hearing this, the two pilots, the main driver and the first passenger, both breathed a sigh of relief. Neither of them raised any questions about the somewhat ambiguous "safe distance". After exchanging glances, they made the same decision in a tacit understanding. Decide, before General Ross speaks, how high you can fly, how far you can hide...

On the other side, the atmosphere in the photography helicopter was not so harmonious. Compared with the orders and prohibitions of the military aircraft, in this smaller light helicopter, the photographer and the pilot were already very noisy.

"I'll let you fly closer! This is big news that won't happen in a century!"

"It's your business to seek death! Don't pull me!"

"At least stay where you are! If we miss this exclusive opportunity because of you, I guarantee you will be fired!"

"Whatever! I won't risk my life for this crappy job!"

"fuck you! youy!"

Higher up in the night sky, inside an invisible Quinjet, Phil Coulson opened his mouth wide and said thoughtfully: "No wonder he said... this move is forbidden even if you mention it. Move', just the momentum of this attack is already at the level of nuclear weapons..."

"Colson."

Melinda May, who was piloting a fighter plane, interrupted Colson's sigh: "The two helicopters below are both using different methods to distance themselves. It should be because Saint just warned them. Are we? Should we increase the altitude a little bit?”

"Well, let's stay away. The director has an order not to be exposed unless absolutely necessary."

At the same time, a Quinjet, which was more advanced from peripherals to core, was also invisible in the night sky. The unique electronic sound belonging to Jarvis was ringing in the cabin: "Sir, the energy below us The reaction, the yield has exceeded the level of conventional weapons, and is still rising. For safety reasons, I recommend evading it immediately."

"The yield of weapons of mass destruction? Damn Hairspray Boy... Is he trying to use the topic to create a 'nuclear deterrent'?"

Tony Stark, who had already put on the steel suit at this time, looked at Saint below and said to Bruce Banner beside him: "Bruce, it seems that we are here in vain. Not only does Hairspray Kid not need us, Help, but I am a little worried whether he has gone too far."

Bruce Banner, who also lowered his head and looked down, stared straight at the huge ball of light that was several meters in diameter above Saint's head. At this moment, he obviously felt the same way and was trying to convince himself. He asked in a tone of voice: "He should know what he is doing, right?"

"God knows... I hope he actually has some sense in his heart..."

And the fact... Saint's mental activity at this time is...

How come there is such a big "vitality bomb"? ! ! !I just borrowed one percent of the energy of all living creatures in this small area around me...

Because Saint raised his head in confusion, staring blankly at the huge ball of light he had made, he could use the "vital energy bomb" to borrow the range of life energy, which was equivalent to the range of his own breath sensing. Say, with him as the center, there is a circle with a radius of more than 80 kilometers.

Similar to the Dragon Ball world, Sun Wukong borrows energy from the entire planet at every turn. This range is really too small. However, one thing Saint forgot to forget is that the place where he is currently is the largest planet in the United States. New York, the port of New York, is not only the most populous city, but the entire East Coast with it as its center is also the most densely populated area...

Ever since he borrowed Danny Rand's "Iron Fist", Saint has learned that the stronger he is, the easier it is to borrow life energy with "Vitality Bullets". However, even if he has a hundred times the overwhelming power of the person he is borrowing from, Saint The strength, when borrowing Qi, cannot be too high. If it exceeds half, it is easy to fail. The specific situation depends on the personality of the person being borrowed.

If it is an intelligent creature, it is basically impossible to borrow half of its Qi without communication, but if it only borrows a mere [-]%, it will basically not fail, whether it is an intelligent creature or not, because , only losing one percent of Qi, no matter whether the borrowed object is strong or weak, it will not be affected in any way, and it will not even feel at all.

And New York alone has a population of tens of millions and millions of pets, including flowers, plants, trees, snakes, insects, rats, ants, etc., it is already an astronomical number, but the scope of Saint's borrowed energy is still far away. It encompasses much more than just one New York...

When all the borrowed life energy gathered on Saint's head, what he held in his hand was Qi with a combat power of hundreds of thousands...

a few millions!

Originally, according to Saint's idea, he aimed at the abomination floating in the middle of the Hudson River, unable to touch the sky or the ground, and surrounded by water bodies in all directions. It shouldn't have any serious consequences. The problem Yes... His idea is based on the premise that he can only borrow tens of thousands of fighting energy at most...

The population of the Dragon Ball world must be horribly small... There must not be many animals and plants...

Because Saint was holding a vitality bomb that was ten times stronger than expected, he was really unsure of the power of the explosion. He lowered his head and looked at the vast Hudson River with some hesitation.

There should be no problem. There are tens of millions of tons of water as a buffer. As long as I am more careful and control it more perfectly... I shouldn't cause anything big that won't end...

Saint swallowed nervously, and while he made up his mind on the plan, he also lowered his left arm and changed to a position where he was holding the vitality bomb with one hand.

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