American Comics: Picking Up Natasha Romanoff At The Start

Holy Place, New York, it's definitely been a disaster these days.

Just yesterday, General Ross's subordinates launched two consecutive savage searches here, and then Fatty Wang was so angry that he invited out a dog-beating stick and told them they all beat him to the ground.

I thought that Wang Mang would be able to calm down after taking care of General Ross, but I didn't expect that something happened again tonight...

"boom--"

There was a sound of the door smashing, and a yellowish figure slammed into it, roaring loudly: "Turn around and make a ghost, get out and die!

Fatty Wang is furious, and the dignified Kamar-Taj is a great magician. Who is not polite when going out?

Immediately, he grabbed the dog-beating stick and rushed out.

After a few seconds...

"Fuck, Junior Brother, come and help!"

Fatty Wang watched helplessly as the magic shield was kicked to pieces by the abomination, and was so frightened that he hurriedly rolled a donkey to avoid the kick, was crushed by the abomination and jumped up and down, and the floor and walls were smashed to pieces.

The power of hatred is too great, and the magic whip can't restrain it at all. Moreover, this guy is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and Fatty Wang can't even break defenses with that little trick.

Maybe using the portal to cut? The problem is that hate is not a fool, can't see the black hole, it's time to drill...

"Hahaha? Come out, what is hiding?"

Abomination kept smashing and sneering loudly: "Continue to change your tricks!"

A faint blue two-handed sword suddenly appeared in front of him, and the broad blade slapped him fiercely...

"boom--"

The unpredictable hatred was slapped on the chin, and the huge body became a monkey, and its head smashed the ceiling of Holy Place in New York and flew out...

After several seconds, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard from hundreds of meters away.

"Senior brother, all losses will be accounted for and sent to General Ross together!

Wang Mang finished hurriedly, put away Frostmourne and hurried out.

"Sky Eye, search for Hulk or Banner location!"

Isn't there something wrong with this plot? Shouldn't Hulk be on stage to fight the Abomination, how did he come to Brick Street?

Soon Tianyan gave the answer. Through the surveillance in the helicopter, Wang Mang saw the location of Hulk, and also saw the conversation of General Ross...

Wang Mang sneered: "Old guy, died so soon?"

General Ross's wacky brain, he can think of it with his ass, isn't it just planning to drive the tiger and swallow the wolf?

With the destructive power of hatred, maybe you can make yourself suffer a big loss, and you can export bad anger. When the time comes, let Hulk come out to clean up the mess, and I will have the confidence to face myself in the future...

Conversely, if he solves his hatred, he has nothing to lose, and he uses himself as a gunman to help him clean up the mess.

If I don't know the plot, I'm afraid I really have to suffer from this boring...

"Not a good plan. 35

Wang Mang shook his head and looked up at the helicopter hovering not far in the air: "However, using me as a gunner has consequences.

Wang Mang said, black magic appeared in his hand, a mass of black and purple energy condensed into an arrow, shot towards the direction of the helicopter, or the Bruce Banner on the helicopter...

When many people mention the Lich King, the first image that comes to mind is that Arthas, the first dutiful son of Warcraft, naturally thinks of the death knight.

In fact, although a pure death knight can be considered black magic, it is not a magician template at all. Wang Mang had doubts before.

However, after further exploring the potential of this template, he discovered that the original Lich King was actually a combination of a death knight and a warlock.

And what he is using now is the Warlock's signature skill - Shadow Arrow, which is called by Jianghu...

Brainless Arrow!

"Roar Roar.

"Crack one

Disgusted and staggered, he jumped up from the ruins, and pulled the misplaced chin back to its original position with his hands, and there was a trace of fear in his face.

That sword just now.....

He didn't really let a simple physical attack, but the blow just now made him feel so terrifying that it almost made his soul tremble. Looking at the slender figure slowly walking towards him, the disgusted expression on his face was uncertain...

"Hoo-go to hell!

The instinct to destroy everything allowed him to overcome the dread, the hatred roared towards Wang Mang, the huge fist went straight to Wang Mang, the corner of his mouth showed a grin, it was thinking about how to tear this magician to shreds... ..

"Again? Let me see how much better you are than Hulk! Years

Wang Mang put away Frostmourne and glanced at the surveillance equipment around him.

Extinguishing military boxing, let's go!

"Pull in, see clearly. That magician fighting the abomination with his bare hands? Stupid!"

General Ross sneered: "Arrogant and arrogant stick, I don't know if you can continue to be arrogant after today! 35

Wang Mang has brought him the humiliation he has never had before, and he has not yet had the guts to take revenge, and the hatred at this moment is undoubtedly the best blade!

But the next moment, his face changed...

"Worge! What is this magician?"

Seeing Wang Mang, whose body was completely wrapped in the 490 of disgust, press and beat him violently, General Ross opened his mouth wide.

With a wonderful face, he didn't notice that Bruce Banner's expression of pain and struggle behind him...

A serpent-like dark purple energy was frantically attacking his mind.

"Oh no--"

"Roar--"

The helicopter sank suddenly, accompanied by bursts of terrified screams.

"Fuck, don't come here, shoot! Shoot, ahhh..."

In the corner of the street, Natasha Romanoff watched the invincible hatred in Wang Mang's hands helpless to fight back. This kind of bloody fight to the flesh made her beautiful eyes glow with brilliance.

"Drip drip...

The communicator in his hand rang, and Natasha Romanoff saw the familiar number and connected with a chuckle.

"This is the magician you like? Stop staring, drooling!"

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He glanced around like a thief, wiped his clean mouth subconsciously, and said with a dark face: "If you have something to say, say something and let it go!

"Then let me say... a helicopter crashed in front of your house, and a Hulk jumped out of it!"

"Oh, Shit!