Druid in Marvel

Al watched as Stark used a drone to conduct a thorough reconnaissance of the factory area. .

Mr. Druid couldn't help but sigh as he was proud and confident. Stark's technological methods were indeed efficient, and he found the target in this abandoned factory area in a few minutes. In contrast, although my crow is environmentally friendly, it is indeed not very efficient.

Stark's visor projects a three-dimensional structural diagram of the target factory building.

Russell frowned, pointed at the dense red dots on the map, and said with some disbelief: "These red dots are all people? Isn't it a bit too much?"

Stark pondered for a moment and said: "It should be so, it seems that the four of us are a little small.

If the red dots here are all lycanthropes, I'm afraid we won't be able to kill them all. "

Al didn't worry too much about this, and said with a smile: "Quantity has never been a problem, let's do it! I have a way to guard the exit of this factory."

Russell has always trusted Al's fighting ability, and since he said it, he will definitely do it.

Russell carefully looked at the three-dimensional image in front of him, pointed to a passage under the factory building, and said: "We first find a way to blow up this passage to prevent them from escaping underground.

Al, guard the front exit, the rest~~"

Russell glanced at Stark and Norman and said, "Yeah~~ Let's do it! I hope your ability is as great as your fame!"

The four people looked at each other. Al shrugged his shoulders, waved his fingers together at his temples, and said with a smile: "You are the commander and you have the final say! Let's go!"

Stark did not speak, but took the lead in the sky. He would wait for Al and the others to rush over, and would look for opportunities to blow up the underground passages of the factory.

Norman Osborn smiled at Al, stepped on his triangular flying machine, quickly completed the arming of the biological armor, and also flew in the direction of the factory.

This is an old guy who wants to save face. Since he saved his life, Norman Osborne seems to have been inspired by his youth. It can be seen from the fact that he gives his son all kinds of fucking things. How could a father be so spoiled by his son's mischief?

He stopped Russell's car and urged: "Hurry up, man! Those two guys are impatient, don't make any mistakes then!"

Russell pressed his ears and quickly explained something, then drove the car and rushed towards the factory building.

Al looked at Russell strangely and asked, "Who are you talking to? Do you have backup?"

Russell glanced at Al and said with a smile: "Of course! Otherwise, do you think I am the only one who comes out to fight monsters every time? They are my team members, and today they will be responsible for supporting the outside."

Al squinted at Russell and said, "Where are they hiding? Why don't you go in with us? This will save me a lot of energy!"

Russell looked forward, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Look at you guys, I don't think it's necessary to let them follow you. Their pensions are not cheap!"

Al rolled his eyes and punched Russell on the shoulder, laughing and scolding: "That's such a damn good reason, I can't even refute you."

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Al leaned against the door of the Chevrolet SUV parked in a hidden place, looking at the two kobold lycanthropes biting each other not far ahead. They have human bodies, canine heads, and a dog tail trailing behind their buttocks.

Al frowned and said to Russell, who was fiddling with his pistol next to him: "Is this the kind of lycanthrope you are talking about?"

Russell glanced at the two kobolds, nodded, and said: "There are many types of them, and I have killed more than fifteen types. This should be their guard, not that powerful!"

As he spoke, Russell raised his pistol and said with a smile: "It's our turn, why don't you call over your God of War 2?"

Al shrugged his shoulders, walked to the road with his hands spread out, and turned his back to the two kobolds who were biting and fighting with each other. Al's unscrupulous movements attracted their attention.

The two kobolds twitched their noses a few times and noticed Al on the road. They gritted their teeth and let out a low growl, then rushed towards Al.

After noticing the two kobolds swooping over, Al smiled and said to Russell: "You know, I'm actually very happy that everyone thinks I'm just a powerful steel mecha pilot. This will make people who don't know me Enemies look stupid.

But you are a friend! So~~”

As Al spoke, "Volume" instantly completed his arming, and his hands condensed into a ferocious double-edged battle axe.

Looking at Russell who was stunned, Al saw through the full perspective of "violence" that two dog-headed lycanthropes had rushed not far behind him, and flew towards Al's back neck.

Al held the tomahawk at the waist and swung it on the spot, like a skilled lumberjack. He turned around and slashed horizontally, cutting the two dog-headed beasts in half. Blood sprayed everywhere, and all kinds of messy bits and pieces were scattered. All over the place.

The unlucky kobold only had time to let out a miserable cry and died quickly.

Al glanced at the dead dog-headed lycanthrope. He was very satisfied with his performance.

Putting the battle ax on his shoulder, Al took off the armor on his face, smiled at the stunned Russell and said, "So, you see, with two wealthy people as friends, my power can be doubled!"

Russell tilted his head and nodded, and said with a smile: "It seems that I am going to change my attitude towards Stark. It is not easy to meet a rich man!"

Glancing at the seven or eight dog-headed lycanthropes that quickly gathered around the factory following the screams of the two, Al waved the tomahawk in his hand and shouted with a smile: "Can you follow? ?Don’t hold us back!”

After speaking, Al turned around, roared wildly, and rushed towards the dog-headed lycanthropes that were rushing towards him.

Russell grinned brightly and murmured to himself: "I can follow, don't worry about me!"

After speaking, Russell chased Al's back and started running wildly, waving the 1911 in his hand while running wildly, spitting out fatal bullets.

As Al ran, he roared and calmed his shoulders, letting "Volume" turn into shoulder armor covered with spikes.

Facing a dozen dog-headed lycanthropes that were rushing towards them and howling like crazy, Al, who was wearing "violent" clothes, was like a high-speed train without brakes, and rushed into the delicate sheep, killing all those in front of him. Life crushed to pieces.

When Al knocked away the fourth dog-headed beastman, he twisted his waist violently, ignoring the weak attacks of these ugly monsters, and swung his battle ax to sweep away thousands of troops.

Four or five lycanthropes were cut in half, and blood sprayed everywhere, dyeing Al's body red.

The remaining lycanthropes, without any fear, continued to howl and launch suicidal attacks like Al.

Al smiled ferociously and swung his battle ax, preparing to chop them all into pieces. This kind of enemy is his favorite and will not run away without fear, which will save Principal Al a lot of effort.

Swinging his battle ax, he chopped down an ugly, grinning lycanthrope. Several dull gunshots were heard. The bodies of the other lycanthropes were violently shaken, and then a big hole exploded in their heads, and they slowly collapsed. land.

Looking at Russell running quickly in the distance, Al smiled and shook his head. This guy can become the executioner who hunts down abnormal creatures on the earth. He really has two brushes.

After waving to Russell, who ran for a while and whose hair was not messed up, Al turned around and rushed towards the factory, which suddenly became lively with the death of several lycanthropes.

The moment Al started, he felt his body's "violent" appetite for the pile of lycanthrope corpses in his mind. As a wise man, Al arrogantly refused the unreasonable request of this little guy called "Cruelty".

You ate a fucking corpse and I dare to wear you and fight? If you are really hungry, wait for your corpse-eating brother to swallow them and digest them before giving you an injection. It is clean and environmentally friendly!

Seeing that the ground was already raging, Stark couldn't stand it anymore. He played deafening rock music on the radio and screamed: "I'm here, let these disgusting things taste the taste of missiles!" "

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