Marvel's Agents of the Spear

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” covered in blood, Faze laughed loudly. He guessed correctly, he saw through the magician’s conspiracy.

Smiling and laughing, the tears couldn't stop flowing.

Being right today means he was wrong in the past.

The male and female bullets fell from the chest, and Fa Ze embedded them into his chest, using the power of the rotation of the male and female bullets to tighten the skin and flesh of the body like twisting clothes to enhance the body's defense.

Only his body, which is far superior to ordinary people, can withstand such torture. The shrapnel pierced the skin and was blocked by the tangled muscles, preventing it from going deeper.

But high temperatures cannot be defended in this way, and can only be resisted with the body.

"Brother, don't move," the father of the child rescued by Fa Ze reminded, "If there is another bomb, it will be over. Even if we lose everything, I will let the game continue. Just wait for the ambulance." Looking at Fa Ze's body, Hurt, he couldn't stop crying, "Thank you very much, I really want to be without you"

"I'm just verifying my guess. I saved you just to cause trouble for that person." Faze stood up unsteadily and refused Ruolin's support. "There will be no more bombs exploding. To be precise, this is the last one." A bomb. Take your family home."

Faze's heart suddenly shrank, and the unspeakable cramping pain caused his body to convulse.

He has no family anymore and no home.

If only he could have discovered the magician's trick earlier, instead of agreeing to the deal proposed by that bitch at the moment of his brother's death.

"The last one." Ruolin was stunned and reacted suddenly.

This is the largest amusement park in New York. It is impossible to bring a large number of bombs without anyone noticing. What's more, there are people with millions of dollars at their disposal. How could the security be so weak that they cannot detect the presence of a large number of bombs?

Unless these bombs never existed.

It's much easier to convince people that there are a lot of bombs than to bring a lot of bombs.

Just plant bombs in a few places and send out a box with the bomb.

Activate the buried bomb at the beginning of the game to scare the crowd so that people do not dare to run around, and then activate the bomb when the responsibility diffusion effect takes effect, further convincing people of the existence of the bomb, and at the same time eliminating the consequences caused by the responsibility diffusion effect. The problem of insufficient transfer.

There are three problems here:

First, why do people believe there is a bomb?

If you think about it, you can understand. Yesterday, your neighbor was killed by a bomb. Today, someone calls you and tells you that there is a bomb in your home. Will you leave immediately, or will you look for it at home? bomb

Second, why did Fa Ze discover this problem?

Because Fa Ze didn't believe a single punctuation mark of what the magician said. Magicians are the kind of jerks who say to a turtle, "I won't eat you if you can turn over," and then turn the turtle over again and say, "That didn't count, let's do it again."

Third, why did the last gift box contain a real bomb?

The magician will show some small magic tricks before handing out the gift boxes. In order to deepen people's impression of him and the gift boxes, let many people know the existence of the gift boxes and further believe in the existence of the bomb. In order to prevent the gift box containing the bomb from being taken away from the amusement park and not having the desired effect, the bomb gift box must be sent out before the game is about to start.

The display of the little magic takes time. In order to determine the location of the bomb to prevent himself from being injured, the gift box with the bomb must be sent out at the end.

What really confirmed Fa Ze's guess was the magician's words, "Let's think about it."

The techniques used back then are the same as those used today.

The magician did not place so many bombs at the family meeting. Even if the magician detonated the bomb, only a few people would die.

So many people died in the end, all because of the arrival of that piece of shit.

It was he who killed all his family members. Fa Ze, who realized this, also realized the sins he had committed the moment he saw through the magician's trick.

Sure enough, he should still die.

After killing the magician

"Faze" Ruolin also understood the whole story, "He just wants to make you angry, and you can't let him succeed."

"Angry." Faze smiled, his mouth cracked to his ears, showing his white teeth, "I'm very calm, you can see my face is full of happiness."

Don't cry when you say this.

Ruolin sighed and stood aside with her hands behind her back. She would not stop Faze from doing anything he wanted to do.

"Then, game continues." The spinning iron ball broke the chattering broadcast, and Faze stepped towards the broadcast room.

The game continues

No, the magician's game is over.

"Don't move! If you want to die, don't hurt us," someone shouted.

"Yes, someone will transfer the money."

Fa Ze frowned, and the crowd waved their arms. He was seriously injured and could not break free from their blockade.

"There are no bombs here, you can go home." A voice sounded in the air.

"Why should we believe you?" someone questioned.

"I am Iron Man." The flamboyant gold and red steel suit flew in the air, and Tony's voice came from it, "No bomb can block my scan. Zero, go ahead, I hacked into the amusement park." System, the guys in the broadcast room won’t find out what’s going on here.”

"" Fa Ze opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was too weak. He stepped forward, but his body fell backward.

A hand was on his back. It was the child whose life he saved. "Brother, come on." The child didn't understand whether the bomb was real or fake, but he knew that the big brother in front of him needed help.

"Come on!" The child's father stretched out his hand, then the child's mother, the young man with his girlfriend, and the middle-aged man with a big belly.

People carefully avoided his wounds, passed each other, and carried him through the crowd toward the broadcast room.

Arriving at the rear of the second floor where the broadcast room was located, Fazer pushed away the hand that helped him and climbed the fire stairs alone.

Tony stopped the crowd who wanted to follow, "The other party may have weapons, everyone should stay away."

"Huhu" grabbed the handrail and climbed up the stairs. Fa Ze held on to the wall and approached the door of the broadcast room step by step. The magician's voice could still be faintly heard inside.

The names of animal trainer, trapeze artist, tightrope, and clown flashed through my mind.

They were all dead, melting into an ugly liquid.

Now it's your turn, magician.

Faze held the door handle and pushed the door open.

The dazzling light penetrated his body at this moment