Marvel's Antiheroes

Hanson's Auto Repair Shop is one of the few factories in the United States that is closed 24 hours a day. That's right, it's closed.

In the middle of the night, there were still dozens of workers tinkering around three cars in the factory.

Completely different from what Du Ke imagined, they did not use the method of hiding poison in tires with a low fault tolerance rate.

They opened the car's center console and taped a tightly wrapped package of drugs to the back of the center console.

By the time the center console is installed again, the entire process of hiding the poison has been completed.

If this car were given to an ordinary person, he would probably drive it until it was scrapped and would not find out that there were dozens of kilograms of drugs in it.

"fxxk what is that, fxxk, run quickly"

A security guard standing at the door saw two huge black figures coming towards him, and he rolled and crawled away from the guard room.

Amid his shrill screams, the two cars rolled and roared, hitting the garage doorman.

The doorman's house made of colored steel plates couldn't withstand the impact of these two iron guys weighing more than one ton, and it collapsed directly.

Except for the guy standing at the door who ran quickly, the remaining doormen were all trapped inside the house.

Two of them survived for a while and were still screaming for help.

But the surrounding gangsters couldn't care less about them.

Three murderers have rushed into the auto repair shop one after another and started a crazy killing spree.

Under the overwhelming pressure of speed and strength, ordinary humans, even with firearms, were far from being a match for Du Ke and the other three.

Rushing into the factory building with overwhelming force, Du Ke shouted: "Three minutes to solve the problem"

Before he finished speaking, a huge fireball hit him.

Master, this was Du Ke's first reaction.

Fireball, the first skill of the mage, let's rub the fireball together, rub, rub, rub.

No, it should be a mutant.

Some habitual memories from the past life were instantly denied by Du Ke. He quickly swung his left fist and shot out a small flame.

Two flames, one large and one small, met in the air, but the scene that appeared was not that the big one eats the small one, but that it absorbed and exploded.

After absorbing the flames of some large fireballs, the small fireball must have been full and exploded directly. A huge shock wave scattered in all directions, shattering a large piece of the glass window of the factory building.

Looking in the direction from which the fireball hit, there was an office located high up.

American workshops like to have high-altitude offices like this, which can intimidate workers and make them feel like there is always a pair of eyes staring at them.

Now there are two people standing at the door of this office.

The palm of one of them was still facing Du Ke, and he was obviously the mutant who released the fireball technique.

There was another person who was thin and had sharp eyes. He shouted to the three of them: "Who sent you here? This is Jin Bin's place. You can leave now. I can pretend that nothing happened."

These words were obviously a bit sinister. Du Ke and his two companions looked at each other, smiled, and softly shouted: "Kill"

Jessica casually grabbed a dismantled car door and flew into the air, throwing it out with a soft drink.

The car door rotated at a high speed and hit the two men, making a sharp roar.

The fireball man who was releasing his next attack had to stop and dodge.

The thin man screamed, and with a flick of his hands, the sportswear on his body turned into pieces of cloth and spread out, revealing a pair of arthropod-like arms, with metal reflections shining on both sides of the arms.

"It doesn't look like Mantis, it's interesting. Come on, I'll deal with the soldiers," Du Ke said, grabbing various accessories and tools on the ground and throwing them at the gangsters who were shooting with rifles.

With his current strength, even if it was just a screwdriver, the damage to his body would be no less than that of a bullet being fired.

In less than a minute, all the guns in the workshop and the dozens of guns that rushed in from outside were misfired.

As for the workers who rushed towards them with pliers and hammers, Du Ke did not show any mercy and smashed them all, making it difficult for them to survive.

Maybe these gang workers and even the gun-toting security guards have families