Marvel's Monster Hunter World

The sharp ice spikes and the cold wind roared away, directly curbing the firepower output of Bucky and his party.

Seizing the opportunity, Steve, who was standing behind Natasha, saw this and rushed towards them.

"Natasha cover me, Damon, help me attract firepower."

"receive."

"no problem."

Upon hearing this, Natasha immediately increased her firepower output, but because there was a shopping mall behind Bucky and the others, and there were many people hiding inside, she did not dare to go too far. She also needed to control the design scope, otherwise the ice spikes would not grow long. Unfortunately, she also had no ability to control the direction of the ice spike, so it was very easy to cause no injuries.

Damon on the other side quickly got up from the ground after hearing this: "You go and evacuate the crowd, hurry up."

The fat police officer nodded and quickly led people carefully out of the cafe and moved to a safer place.

Damon picked up his shield and ran towards Bucky with Steve.

With the attack from both sides and the addition of firepower, the group of killers suddenly became confused.

"what should we do"

Bucky looked both sides calmly, picked up a body on the ground and held it in front of him, and quickly ran behind the marble pillar next to the vehicle. Several ice spikes immediately penetrated the body, but did not cause any harm to him. .

Before Natasha could recover, Bucky turned around and reached out, pulling the trigger in his hand.

"Wa~whoosh~"

"Beware of grenades"

"Boom" A violent blast of smoke instantly enveloped Natasha, and countless ice shards flew out from the smoke.

A broken thick ice wall blocked the cannonball, but Natasha's suppressive offensive was instantly wiped out.

After getting a breather, the killers immediately ran out and sprayed fire snakes on Steve and Damon who were charging.

The most outrageous thing was that one of them actually took out a box of bullets from the car, held an individual Gatling in his hand, and stood on the roof of the car.

"Leave that man to you." The two killers holding A1 turned their guns and pointed them at the unarmed Steve, while the man holding Gatling also turned around, pointed at Damon running on the street, and pulled the trigger. .

"Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing"

The gun sounded like a whistling noise, and countless tracer bullets were mixed in the hail of bullets, drawing a straight line.

Damon, who had long been prepared for the impact, immediately raised his shield, hunched over and placed most of his body behind the shield, while leaning forward and running forward in a sprinting posture.

In this way, since the killer is standing on the car, the terrain is higher, and we are shorter than the ground. Coupled with the tilted posture, the killer's shooting angle reaches a very high limit, making it difficult to shoot Damon's legs.

In his gaze, there was nothing but the shield, the elbows at the corners that were exposed a little more than the edge of the shield, and the feet moving back and forth under the shield.

What's more, Damon is still running on a slightly slanted line. It is already very difficult for a person to control Gatling by himself. It is even more difficult to aim at a person who is telling him to run. At this time, he also wants Gatling to be accurate. The purpose of shooting is really a bit overwhelming.

If the killer really presses the gun a lot and aims at the front of the running route, Damon will lose the pressure to withstand the fire. At this time, he only needs to turn around immediately, and the killer will never have a chance to aim.

In fact, Damon was also a little puzzled at this time. As a military fan, he knew very well how powerful Gatling was, so he didn't hold back at all. His muscles tightened and he used all his strength to hit the low-end bullet rain.

But when countless sparks flew off the shield, damn it, it didn’t feel that big and it was completely different from what I imagined.

It's a completely different experience than withstanding a howitzer. This shield turns out to be so useful

Just as Damon charged, Steve quickly approached across the street. When the two gunmen fired at him, a ball of water that had been following his butt immediately ran to him and turned into a layer of disposable Buckler, stopped several bullets.

Taking this opportunity, Steve finally ran to the opposite side of the street, where there was a row of marble pillars for cover. Their suppression of Steve was basically ineffective. Natasha also recovered and wanted to continue using ice. storm.

Bucky, who was loading again, had just leaned out to take aim when a hand suddenly stretched out and pushed the muzzle of the gun sideways.

"Wa~" A grenade suddenly flew into the sky, trailing smoke.

"This" Steve was dumbfounded when he saw the grenade disappear. This was different from what he thought.

But there was no time for him to think about the safety of others. Bucky directly made a fist and hit him on the forehead. He raised A1 in his hand and was about to shoot, but was kicked away by Steve who turned over.

"It's over"

Bucky ignored Steve's shouting, clenched his hands into fists and attacked.

Meanwhile, on another street at the corner of Commercial Street.

Four or five thick special police vehicles drove quickly with sirens on. In the back seat of the first car, a man said nothing, his eyes filled with gloom.

He looked sideways at his new arm and clenched his fist. He was still a little uncomfortable with it, but this did not affect his ability to kill.

It's just a pity that the idiot Winter Soldier didn't assassinate him at all. Washington was in an uproar. Now the real police and reporters have come, and Pierce still restrains himself.

"damn it"

"Whoosh" suddenly, a very familiar whistling sound made him raise his head.

The "boom" warhead hit the surface in front of the vehicle. The roaring explosion instantly lifted the vehicle off the ground and rolled onto the lawn next to the street. The second vehicle was unable to dodge and directly rushed into the flames and rolled over. Again.

one stone two bird.

"Enemy Attack"

"Get out of the car and build a defense line, quickly"

Several vehicles stopped immediately, and a dozen black-clad special operations team members ran out of them to look for enemies, and several others quickly ran over to check on the wounded.

Among them, in the last car, three of the five people had just gotten out of the car. The man in the corner suddenly pulled the fourth man back. A sharp dagger appeared in his hand and plunged directly into his neck.

"Brock, are you okay? Brock," the vice-captain rushed to the car that was belching black smoke. Before he could get closer, a metal arm slammed the twisted car door away, and Bullock, with his face covered in blood, crawled out. Like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

"Kill him, kill them"

"Ugh~" The people who were on guard suddenly heard the sound of an engine, and then a black special vehicle swooped out.

"Wait who is that?"

"Damn it, stop him quickly"

The soldier sitting in the driver's seat took off his helmet with his backhand while driving, revealing a beautiful face.

It was Fury's arm, Senior Agent Hill.

"Sir, I saw them."

"Bring them back."

"As you command, sir."