Marvel – Immortal Path

"Between life and death, there is a great horror."

The ethereal voice of Li Ang echoed in the warehouse, like a symphony played by all directions at the same time, It is impossible to know where it is.

"When the plasma flows out of the body, the soul leaves the fleshy body, what remains is a skin with residual temperature that's all."

In the darkness, Li Ang looked for something The gunner ran with a heavy gasp, and the sharp iron piece gently cut through the aorta, and the sound of blood spraying drowned in the miserable howl.

There are five enemies left.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Scarface in the heart roared furiously, he shrank beside an abandoned wooden table in the corner of the warehouse, constantly groping around oneself, thinking To find the location of the flashlight,

The remaining gunmen who heard the screams of their companions were even more flustered, holding their pistols and pouring out bullets indiscriminately at the location where the sound came. bright.

"Don't shoot!"

Scarface just called out, but it was too late.

Li Ang raised a smile at the corners of his mouth, feet quietly stepped on the concrete floor, his palms slashed the gunner’s neck with a knife, and at the moment the opponent groaned in pain, his hands were already twisted on the opponent like a snake. On the arm.

Li Ang’s body is nothing more than a 16-year-old thin boy. He has been wandering at sea for more than ten days, eating some unsatisfied noodles and muddy water.

In order to maintain high-intensity continuous fighting, he rushed Spiritual Qi along the muscles of his body. In a more modern way, he speeded up his own metabolism.

The heart almost jumped out of the chest, the lungs felt an unbearable burning pain, and every muscle was moaning overwhelmedly.

You must do it quickly.

He twisted his arms and dislocated the gunner’s arm. The screams obscured the sound of the pistol falling on the ground.

Li Ang stretched out his toe and kicked the pistol. Then, the right hand gently squeezed the pistol grip,

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the opponent’s eye socket, the brass bullet rotated out of the barrel, and the solid human skull described it as a dummy in front of it.

peng sound, red and white brains splashed on the wall.

There are four people left.

Li Ang didn't have time to catch his breath, and rolled around to avoid the bullet shot by Scarface.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, come out!"

A gunman on the verge of collapse shouted hoarsely, and he smashed the magazine madly. All the bullets, but nothing was found except breaking the steel ceiling of the warehouse or piercing the plastic curtain of a certain tent.

"Idiot!" Scarface shouted wildly in the heart, ignoring the scream of the gunner's gun, and groping for the flashlight on the table by the light of the fire.

The button was flipped, and the luminous array composed of six small light bulbs tore the dark curtain. Scarface waved the flashlight, and immediately turned off the power after seeing the situation of all around. Go back.

Boom!

A bullet hit the exact spot where Scarface was just now, not much worse.

Scarface trembled, where did this damn yellow-skinned monkey jump out? Does his mother still use smuggling? Why don't you-mother-kill through the Coast Guard alone and break into Gotham City alone?

Scarface forced oneself to calm down. He moved slowly against the wall until he reached the opening and closing of the rolling shutter.

The power supply of the rolling door is independent, and it only takes three seconds, three seconds to rise enough for one person to roll through the gap.

Scarface silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned the flashlight on again fiercely, and threw it out without looking.

Li Ang, who was hiding in the corner of the warehouse, stuck his head out, and shot the last two dumbfounded gunmen with the light of a flashlight. They wanted to aim at Scarface, but found that the opponent had already rolled over. He left the warehouse,

"put up a desperate struggle."

Li Ang sneered, stepping on swiftly, picked up the flashlight that fell on the ground, and the whole person seemed to be away It sprang out like an arrow of strings.

A low moan sounded in the corner, Li Ang turned his head, it was the South Asian girl.

Her left abdomen was scarlet, and the plasma was dripping out like money, obviously she was hit by a stray bullet.

"Seeing his life, I can't bear to see his death. I have cultivated as Supreme Indifference, but after all I can't help it, and treat others as ants..."

Li Ang sighed When I walked back, I approached the girl and asked in Nanyang dialect: "little girl, what is your name?"

"My name is Ming..."

Voice Before it fell, Li Ang had already urged the last trace of Spiritual Qi around his body to heat up his two fingers to flush, and inserted them into the wound between the girl's waist and abdomen accurately, and picked out the copper bullets in it like tweezers.

"You are lucky and didn't hurt your internal organs. Lie down here. I'll call the police over."

Li Ang dragged a gunman's body and took his The placket was torn off to wrap the girl's wound, and after thinking about it, he stripped off the gunner's clothes and draped it around oneself indiscriminately, hiding his figure.

Escape, the farther you can escape, the better!

Scarface ran in the wilderness with a pistol, but at this moment he, who was fierce and tyrannical in the past, couldn’t afford the courage to face Li Ang.

"That yellow-skinned monkey, He's a demon! Demon!" Scarface panted and ran to a truck parked outside the warehouse, trembling hands rumbling up and down in his pockets looking for keys.

"I swear to God, when I go out, I will take twenty, no, thirty gunmen, find this demon, and torture him in the most cruel and vicious way..."

Scarface hurriedly inserted the car keys, started the engine, and the rapidly spinning tires rubbed the fine gravel on the ground. In the next second, this truck will carry him escape alive.

At this time, Li Ang had just stepped out of the warehouse door. He held a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other. Hearing the sound of a car here, he leaned forward and ran over.

"Hurry up!"

Scarface patted the steering wheel angrily, and the bright lights illuminate the rising smoke and dust, but this truck didn’t want it at all. Move own meaning.

What's the matter? Scarface poked his head out of the car window, and through the headlights of the car, he saw four or five slender steel ropes wedge into the ground and tied the other to different parts of the vehicle, securing the car firmly in place.

"Tell me, what happened in the warehouse?"

A hoarse and low voice sounded from the roof of the car, as if from hell. This is an urban legend circulating in Gotham. This is a nightmare for all criminals.

Scarface shuddered and whispered: "Bat, Batman?"

His question was not answered, a strong fist hammered through the windshield of the vehicle. With no difficulty, I took Scarface out of the seat.

Fist after punch, hammered Scarface’s nose with a fist wrapped in Kevlar armor, so that this scumbag's face was completely covered. Covered with blood.

However, the bat monster hidden in his cloak did not expect that Scarface did not make a horrified cry after seeing oneself, but laughed instead.

Joy, a smile of escape.

"ha ha ha, I'm saved, I'm saved." The scarred face and white teeth were a bit funny under the smear of blood. He squeezed a smile at Batman and kept muttering: "You won't kill Dead criminals, save me."