I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor.

Chapter 209 For Gwen Stacy (3)

The M3 cavalry fighting vehicle used by the National Guard to fight against the main battle tanks can shock the gang leaders and make them realize how much resources Raymond Xu can mobilize, but it is not the only killing machine Xu set for Kingpin. trick.

The military armament of the Marvel world is always weakened by screenwriters, as if bombs are smoke bombs and bullets are bows and arrows, to highlight the combat effectiveness of superheroes - Raymond Xu is also not sure where he is. The world would be messed up by those retarded screenwriters, so he decided to maximize the use of conventional firepower.

After all, the number of times the Pentagon can give itself the opportunity to carry out such a "joint fire strike exercise" is only once.

But after thinking about it, Raymond still felt that he was doing nothing, just watching Jin at home and being bombed by various bombs - it was still a bit dangerous, if this guy really ran out, Won’t it be troublesome then?

This Wilson Fisk still has Vanessa as his wife. He is not cold-blooded enough to kill his own family just to continue on the road of gangsters. This proves that this guy is not completely black yet - not completely black yet. The transformed Kingpin is so difficult to deal with. If it were a completely darkened Kingpin, he and Gwen might not be able to take him down.

Therefore, we must ensure that this guy dies today and here without any chance of reversal.

Thinking of this, Raymond Xu lifted the quilt, sighed and got out of bed, put on his clothes hastily, and came to his storage room - there was a box of bullets that he had just brought back today, and Helen Zhao had just put them in These little guys are 3D printed and ready for you to use.

After taking out a metal suitcase with matte black surface from the storage room, the professor, who was wearing slippers, placed the suitcase on the coffee table. After unlocking the password lock of the suitcase with his fingerprint, he placed each piece of black sponge inside. The bullet on the pad is revealed.

These bullets generally use the 90mm cartridge of the P28 individual self-defense weapon, but the bottle mouth is straightened to be compatible with 7.62mm warheads - these black-painted warheads are exactly where Raymond has put in the effort. .

He gently removed the first layer of black foam padding, and then revealed the P90 that was dismantled into parts at the bottom of the box. This gun had been modified so that it could fire 7.62mm straight-barreled bullets.

The professor skillfully assembled this sci-fi-looking individual self-defense weapon, then fired the bullets spread out on the black sponge pad and put them into his own depressor.

After loading 50 rounds of bullets, Raymond sighed, took out two more magazines, and stuffed them into his molle bag. The professor then put on a large windbreaker to cover up the somewhat bloated modular tactical vest, and then went downstairs.

I have to watch Wilson Fisk die tonight!

----split line----

Kingpin, who just heard the scream, didn't even have time to react to what kind of weapon was hitting him - after all, a gang leader rarely encounters the army, let alone weapons like anti-tank missiles and joint satellite-guided munitions. Over move.

But the fat man still keenly felt that death was approaching. He rolled to his feet and stood up, even if it meant exposing himself to the machine gun. Although he couldn't understand the scream of the gliding precision-guided bomb, he understood that it was larger than the palm of his hand. Machine cannon shells are much scarier things.

The warhead of an MK-84 satellite-guided bomb is equipped with nearly half a ton of high explosives, with a killing radius of 370 meters - King Jin will not know at all, even if Dr. Connors grafts the lizard gene to him, he will run away Not beyond this killing radius.

The F-16 pilot watched as the slowly moving light spot representing the bomb coincided with the target point. His tone on the radio became more relaxed: "Wizard 1-1, confirmed target hit."

At the National Guard base not far away, the superior commander sought confirmation from the F-16 pilot: "Assess the strike results!"

The pilot lowered the nose of the plane, and the dexterous F-16 flew out of the clouds in a short time. The turbulence began to shake the blade-thin wings, but the pilot didn't care - it was just normal wing buffeting.

The moment his plane broke out of the clouds, it happened to be the moment the bomb exploded - just like an atomic bomb exploded, a mushroom cloud rose out of thin air on the white snow, and the shock wave blew down all the trees around the highway. The pressure range drew a circle close to 400 meters on the ground with the burning car as the center.

The gangsters who were staying in the distance couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when they looked at the horrific explosion, and many of them even coughed together.

At this time, the two cavalry tanks had run out of ammunition. The commander sighed, turned the turret at will, and pointed the black muzzle of the machine gun at the gangsters who gathered here to watch - which inevitably caused a panic.

Those fierce gangsters didn't know that this cavalry tank had used up all the ammunition that could be fired in the vehicle. Only the pistols on the crew members and the people in the vehicle were left. I don't know who put them there, and I don't know. An M4 assault rifle with no bullets.

The low roar of the car engine, the scratching sound of tires in the snow, the screams of the crowd, the dull sound of people running around, bumping into each other and then falling to the ground - for a moment, this small viewing platform was even louder than before. The highway where a one-ton bomb was detonated became even more lively. Raymond Xu, who was driving a car, arrived at the scene of the chaos at exactly this moment.

The professor pushed the door open and got out of the car. He looked at the machine guns pointed at the gangsters, and at the commander who pushed open the turret roof to reveal half of his body. He shrugged helplessly - Kingpin relied on With these guys ruling New York City, Gwen was struggling for so long?

The professor sighed, picked up the assembled and debugged P90 submachine gun from the passenger seat, held the gun in one hand, and pointed the muzzle into the sky. He walked indifferently past the panicked crowd of people running for their lives, and walked straight towards the person who had been blown to pieces not far away. The burning car wreckage was separated into at least seven or eight places.

After arriving at the place, the professor knocked on his glasses. The thermal fusion technology integrated into his glasses was one generation more advanced than what the military was developing. It could separate significantly low-temperature targets from high temperatures, and the normal human body temperature was used as the limit. , automatically recognize and highlight the target outline.

Then he saw a sturdy figure crawling out of the snow nest panting, and the large swaths of blood behind him were even radiating heat.

Raymond hurried over and gave the villain, whose vitality had indeed been strengthened by the Marvel writers, a supervillain-style hospice care.

The professor strode over, then squatted down in front of Kingpin who was crawling forward, tilted his head, and even smiled: "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

"It was the SHIELD woman who told you which car I was in, right?" The unwilling Kingpin stopped. The cold of winter quickly froze the pool of blood behind him into a seductive red color, and even his wounds were covered with ice. He tried to make his tone firm and even threatening, but his voice sounded like a clown. Tremble.

"She?" Raymond smiled, "She is not just any SHIELD lady, she is a level 9 SHIELD agent. Nick Fury is really overqualified to deal with you... But that black braised egg Always have this virtue."

The professor said and sighed.

"You've never looked down on me?" Kingpin gasped violently and coughed up a mouthful of blood, but still asked tenaciously.

"Not really." Raymond shook his head, "You are one of Gwen's old enemies. How can any ordinary person become Spider-Woman's old enemy... Besides, if you are an ordinary person..."

The professor pointed to a burning car wreckage with unknown parts, and added: "It is impossible to conduct such a test on you... Oh, it hurts a bit, right?"

Kingpin raised his head and stared at Raymond Xu with resentful eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are just a bad wolf and a poisonous snake. It was my biggest mistake not to do it!"

At this point, Kingpin knew that he could not escape once. He cursed the professor in front of him with all his strength, no longer caring about his dignity and demeanor as an underground emperor. He hammered his fist hard on the snow, and the hammer was frozen by the cold wind. On the hardened earth - the power of that fist was even enough to smash the superhero Gwen Stacy into the wall, but now it can only be used to compete with the earth.

Raymond watched coldly as Kingpin roared and hit the ground. His newly healed or frozen wound was suddenly torn open after such a rough movement, but the man seemed not to notice. Maybe his body is indeed different from ordinary people - Raymond thought so, after being beaten by a cavalry tank and then bombed by a one-ton aerial bomb, even the highway was blown into a crater. , he is actually still alive.

It seems that the Marvel writers in this world are at least a little bit reasonable.

"But for me, it's not enough." Raymond stood up and pointed the gun at him - after the bullet was modified by him, each round could roll around the human body and shatter all the internal organs it encountered. organ.

"This is for Richard Brown and all the firefighters in New York!" Raymond raised his gun and shot the Kingpin. Even though the fat man had nerves forged from steel and iron bones, he screamed like a slaughtered pig.

"This is for the veterans who died under your hands and the poor people who were forced into bankruptcy by you!" After another burst of fire, Wilson Fisk was speechless. He began to vomit out blood and was disturbed by the bullets. Crushed entrails.

"This is for New York City, for the people who once lived in your shadow!" Raymond finally drove all the remaining bullets into the body of the underground emperor of New York City - or the leader of the law-abiding gang. Convulsing, he breathed his last.

The professor dropped his submachine gun. When he turned around, the hem of his trench coat flew up. After he strode away for about a few hundred meters, a "Tomahawk" cruise missile almost hit Jin Bin's body, followed by a loud noise that shook the world. Another black and yellow mushroom cloud rose in the night sky, blowing everything he left in this world to pieces.

"This is for Gwen Stacy." Raymond finally said softly.

(End of this chapter)