Marvel's Rampage

Chapter 103 I want you to be my big brother

After brewing his mood for a while, Xue Pan started his performance.

This guy first stepped on the back of the chair tremblingly, repeated it several times, and finally plucked up the courage to carry the banner of the reincarnation eye. His head emerged from the skylight, and he shouted at the opposite side with a stern look: "Who are you? Do you know?" Who is attacking?"

This sentence in Pashto, the official language of Afghanistan, contains at least ten trills, but the precise pronunciation allows the other party to hear it clearly.

The gunshots stopped sparsely, and the child's face really made people relax their vigilance. Moreover, the white child was so frightened that he almost wet his pants before shouting, which also made the group of extremely vicious bandits want to hear more... engaging in terror. I have been attacking this industry for many years. I haven’t killed anyone yet, but I have to pick someone who is more powerful than the white kid who revealed his identity. It completely scared the shit out of him.

With this boring thought, Bandit A asked loudly: "Who are you?"

"I am, I am from the Ten Rings Gang," the boy shouted back without confidence.

The other side suddenly became quiet, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The boy seemed to be confused by the laughter and asked at a loss: "Why are you laughing?"

"He said he was from the Ten Rings Gang...haha, from the Ten Rings Gang, hahahaha...it made me laugh so hard." Bandit A slapped the car door desperately, making a banging sound.

"I, I am from the Ten Rings Gang." The boy seemed unconvinced and defended, "Although I am not yet, I will be soon."

Then there was another burst of laughter, as if what the child said was the funniest joke in the world.

It wasn't until the group of bandits calmed down after a long time that one of them couldn't help but inquire: "What did you mean when you said it will be done soon?"

The boy hesitated for a while, as if he couldn't decide whether to tell the group of fierce-looking uncles opposite him.

Bandit C pointed his gun into the air and fired a bunch of bullets to add power to his teammates.

The huge gunshot made the boy tremble with fright, and he said in a crying voice: "I heard about the Ten Rings Gang from the Internet, and thought their cause was cool, so I flew here to join them..."

This reason is obviously beyond the expectations of this group of terrorists, but if you think about it carefully, aren't those rich kids who are full of food and have nothing to do, all idiots who will do anything in pursuit of coolness?

Some time ago, I heard that it is popular among American teenagers to drink laundry detergent... They have low education and know that it is not something to drink, right?

After the people in the two cars exchanged a few glances with each other, Bandit C asked loudly: "Then what does the rag on your shoulder mean?"

"I dare not print the flag of the Ten Rings Gang casually," the boy replied timidly and honestly: "So I drew one myself, but there seems to be some discrepancies in the pattern..."

The group of people chatted in low voices for a while, and finally Bandit C dug out from under the seat twice: "Boy, you are lucky, you met us first."

As he spoke, he showed a bright red flag, with ten rings with words in the center forming a large circle around the crossed swords.

"Look at it, this is the flag of the Ten Rings Gang. What you drew is a fucking gun target." Bandit A shouted, waving the gun in his hand dissatisfied.

The boy's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked at the red flag with gun marks and smoke on his face with enthusiasm. He turned over and jumped out of the sunroof. He put his feet on the ground and quickly ran towards the two cars that wanted his life. car.

All the guns were immediately aimed at him, but this was only a subconscious action. None of the bandits thought that this boy who had even thrown away the target could pose any threat to the two men in the car.

"You are really the Ten Rings Gang and you didn't lie to me." The boy looked at these stupid terrorists with admiration, as if he couldn't believe that his idol was so close.

"We have no need to lie to you." Bandit A's nose almost hit the sky, and he touched the flag with the butt of his gun arrogantly: "Look carefully, the genuine Ten Rings Gang"

The boy looked at Bandit A's ugly face with admiration, blinking so hard that stars were popping out of his eyes: "Then please let me join you, please... I flew here from New York just to join you, even for Join you faster and better, I even taught myself Pashto, Dari, Arabic, Farsi and Urdu to name a few…”

Seeing that the boy was really not hostile, the people in the car got out of the vehicle with guns in hand. The truck-like transport vehicle had already followed him. The two vehicles in front of him were both prohibited off-road vehicles, so these bandits together There were only eight people in total.

They looked at the boy in front of them with playful eyes, not as if they were looking at a newcomer who was about to join the gang, but with a bit of contempt and amusement.

This familiar look reminded the boy of the time when his college roommate cleared the Soul of Torment and then went back to play Mowing Warriors. A children's toy with eyes that does not require operation but can still be used to have some fun.

The boy ignored their attitudes and went directly to Bandit A, who had the most arrogant attitude. He said hopefully: "I want you to be my boss. How about I want you to be my big brother? You can teach me..."

"Eating human flesh," Bandit A replied subconsciously, following his little hobby.

Xue Pan's face immediately lost expression. Without saying a word, he took out the buzzing ax from the system backpack and slashed it on his forehead.

I have repeatedly stressed that there are no cannibals in Afghanistan, so why did a thing like you appear?

This extremely sudden move made the bandits' nerves immediately tense up. Not only did they pull away quickly, but they all pointed their guns at the boy in the center.

"What are you doing?" Bandit C asked sternly. As long as the boy didn't respond well, he would beat him into a sieve directly.

Pulling the ax out of Bandit A's head, Xue Pan shook it casually and said helplessly: "Who told him to teach me to eat people... I wonder if eating the same kind can easily lead to mental illness? He wants to harm me. ah."

This answer obviously did not satisfy the bandits, or other than the fact that bandit A was an undercover agent sent by African cannibals, none of the answers were among their correct options.

Gunshots rang out immediately, and Xue Pan, who had no cover at all, saw the blood bar in his field of vision drop sharply. He couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds before it fell below the threshold of exchanging lives for lives.

The red light of the skill countdown warning flashed, causing a faint red light to shine on the retina. The boy shook his hands and swung a harpoon. After hooking the person, he directly dragged him to his feet, and then he was chopped off half of his head without any hesitation. .

To deal with such a weak chicken, Xue Pan can bluntly say: I will fight ten of them.