Marvel’s humanoid magic weapon

Based on the approximate address given by"inquiry", Fang Tian found it.

This time, he didn't want people to see his appearance, so he made a demon mask made of steel.

Of course, because it is just smelted from ordinary steel, it has no special functions.

At most, it's just a little stronger than ordinary steel.

Because he was looking for someone, he didn't use space to move and rush, but flew all the way there.

While flying, the space sensor opens continuously to avoid missing it. After all, the boss only knew the general direction, he didn't know the specific hiding location.

It didn't take long for Fang Tian to find a stronghold.

The people in this stronghold, said to be local armed forces, really looked down upon them. In Fang Tian's opinion, they could at most be said to be a group of bandits.

But this has nothing to do with Fang Tian.

He just wanted to gather some militants. Regardless of whether these militants are bandits or terrorists, it will not affect his actions.

Fang Tian flew down from the sky in a swaggering manner.

He didn't make any cover-up, so he was quickly discovered by the patrolling officers.

Suddenly, the entire village was reminded of the sirens.

More than a dozen people held guns and opened fire on Fang Tian without asking.

It has to be said that the accuracy of these people was really poor. Fang Tian did not dodge at all. Amidst the gunfire like fried beans, until he landed, he barely received a few shots.

This time Fang Tian wanted to keep alive, so naturally he couldn't go on a killing spree.

The men continued to shoot.

The bullets fired at him had no effect other than splattering a little bit of fire.

There were more and more militants at the entrance of the village, and finally fifty or sixty were gathered.

At this time, these people had discovered that the bullets were useless against Fang Tian, ​​and they were all horrified.

Fang Tian stepped forward, and as he moved forward, the bullets became more dense. Bathed in the hail of bullets, to Fang Tian, ​​these bullets were really just like rain, causing no harm.

At this moment, a pickup truck suddenly drove over, with a heavy machine gun riding on the pickup truck.

Seeing the pickup truck loaded with heavy machine guns galloping over, the militants on the opposite side cheered.

You know, there is a world of difference in power between heavy machine guns and the miniature submachine guns in the hands of these people.

In addition to being able to kill enemy cluster targets, the main purpose of heavy machine guns is to destroy light armor, even helicopters.

As long as a bullet hits a person, there will immediately be a hole the size of the head, and there is no way to save it.

Not to mention, fed by a belt, it can fire five to six hundred rounds per minute.

Before the vehicle arrived, the heavy machine gun started firing.

The big tree nearby fell down like wheat, and the dust on the ground splashed up.

Fang Tian wanted to establish his power, but he still did not dodge. He was just worried that the devil mask on his face would be broken, so he raised his hands to block his face.

Bullets thicker than thumbs were fired at Fang Tian. What made these militants' eyes almost bulge out was that the steel bullets hit him head-on. The whole bullet turned into a pancake shape and fell to the ground weakly.. Those that collided with the side would bounce out directly, causing damage to the surrounding flowers, plants and trees. A small tree as thick as a bowl would fall to the ground with just one shot.

As for Fang Tian, ​​there were still no scars on his body, and even his skin was as fair and fair.

Even the steps he took were as steady as before, without any sway.

The cheers from the front stopped abruptly.

The devil mask on Fang Tian's face seemed to be grinning, mocking them.

Someone finally collapsed and tried to escape, but just as the red light flashed away, the person's head exploded out of thin air.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a crash, splashing dust all over the ground. Before the heart of the fallen corpse had time to stop beating, under the pressure of the heart, the blood in the arteries spurted out and spread all over the ground.

At the same time, Fang Tian was already standing in front of this group of people.

Everyone had thrown their firearms at their feet and knelt on the ground, trembling.

Fang Tian was about to speak when suddenly, a figure appeared on the sunroof of the pickup truck. This figure had an anti-tank missile on its shoulder and had already been launched.

In a flash of lightning, a missile as thick as a calf and more than one meter long had arrived in front of Fang Tian.

Fang Tian pulled away and was more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

Missile followed closely and turned to catch up.

There was a boom, shrapnel shot out, and Fang Tian was blown up.

The militants on the ground all breathed a sigh of relief and exhaled neatly. Even if you are not afraid of bullets, you are not afraid of anti-tank missiles.

No matter how strong your body's defense is, can it be stronger than a steel plate dozens of centimeters thick on a tank?

In the firelight and smoke, footsteps sounded, and the fifty or sixty people on the opposite side were silent.

Could it be that this person was still alive after being hit head-on by a missile?

The smoke dissipated, revealing the figure inside.

It was Fang Tian. His clothes were in tatters and he had a red steel mask on his face. Around the steel mask, heat waves were rolling and the air was distorted.

There was not a trace of scar on his fair skin.

To Fang Tian, ​​the power of this missile is nothing, far behind the most powerful laser beam of Cyclops.

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