Marvel – Immortal Path

Li Ang stood on the road, holding guns in both hands, squatting halfway, using the steel guardrail in front of him as a tripod, and pulled the trigger.

The 9×19mm Parabellum oval lead heart was crossed by the Glock 19 pistol with the hexagonal right-handed rifling by the armored warhead, and smoothly entered the 6061T6 of the Osprey silencer. The aluminum alloy silencer bowl makes a dull sound in the night wind like a rattan beating a quilt.

The effective range of 120 meters on the paper did not prevent the bullet from spanning a distance of more than 200 meters, carrying about 500J of muzzle kinetic energy through the head of the gangster who bound Christina's arm.

If you slow down this second countless times, you can clearly see that the brass surface of the bullet first scrapes the flesh, penetrates the frontal tuberosity in front of the frontal bone, and cuts open the frontal bone and The coronal suture connecting the parietal bones finally rubbed the foramen magnum and drilled out of the scales.

The reason for this detailed description is to further illustrate the horror scene in Christina's sight-the gangsters beside her did not have time to scream, and the burly body swayed and shook. When she fell to the ground, she was directly headshot, and her face was splashed with gurgling red and white brains.

Christina screamed and fainted very happily, while Patrick, holding a syringe, was not so lucky. He used to work at Academ (formerly Blackwater-Worldwide). After receiving professional training, he immediately recognized the location and distance of the gunfire, and yelled to his subordinates: "Stay close to the slope and don't show your head."

The voice has not fallen. Patrick has turned on his side and hid on the overgrown highway. On the slope below, a series of pistol bullets hit his position just now, leaving dents in the sand.

"The person who fired the gun is still on the slope." Patrick's mind turned sharply, filtering possible options in his mind.

Who would attack oneself, the other gangs of Gotham so indifferently? Impossible, this is the time when everyone is working together to overcome the difficulties, and they have also greeted them beforehand.

Batman? That's even more impossible. It's not Dark Knight's style to kill with a headshot.

He bit his lips tightly, and his fingers are white because of tension. The gunman hiding in the dark on the slope may fire another shot at any time...

Patrick wants to go wrong. , Li Ang stepped onto the steel railing and jumped down.

The black Nuo face is worn on the face, the transparent raincoat isolates the moisture from the sea breeze, two Glocks quickly inserted back to the waist, Li Ang holds the armor piercing knife with his left hand, and his right hand holds a one-handed axe. , Knelt heavily on the sand with one knee.

The dust was flying, before the gangster had time to react, Li Ang had already got up and pounced, using a thin and light armor piercing knife to cut through the enemy’s throat, and then a backhand axe, bird-like beak The barb-shaped sharp axe blade digs deeply into the top of the head of another person, making his body hang on the axe like a puppet.

In an instant, blood and moonlight danced together, Death and brutality coexisted.

Li Ang Qi Sea gushes and circulates, kicks out, let the corpse hung on the axe fly out and hit the sand heavily, obscuring the sight of the mafia thugs

"Shoot him to death!" Patrick yelled: hello to the search and start shooting. These mafia thugs all use the VECTOR submachine gun developed and produced by United States KRISS, using a 0.45-inch Colt automatic The pistol ammunition, coupled with the articulated mechanical structure of the delayed rear seat gun, makes the VECTOR submachine gun have a very high rate of fire and very low recoil.

If necessary, this submachine gun can reach a rate of fire of 1200 rounds, equivalent to shooting 20 rounds in 1 second, and its metal storm can completely crush any body that is blocked in front into powder .

The gunshots rang like beans popping, and a long river of bullets struck Li Ang.

"Needless resistance." He was sneaked, his toes lightly tapped on the sand, and Xie Xun flew into a mallard, so erratic, he climbed the steep hillside and escaped the bullet chain.

Li Ang pedaled heavily on the rock and turned around. The armor piercing knife was as fast as electricity. It cut countless openings in the arteries of the joints around the body. The scarlet splashed soaked gravel, and the one-handed axe was more rough. Cut off the slender wrists of the mafia thugs without protective gear.

The stumps and broken arms are flying all over the sky. In a breath, only Patrick and Li Ang can stand in the grass. The best luck for the others is that their arms are broken, twisting and wriggling on the ground like a worm. Make a miserable howl that doesn't sound like a human voice.

In this hell-like feast, Patrick rolled backwards and pulled far away from Li Ang. The submachine gun in his hand fired with a single shot. The loud gunshots alarmed the red-billed gulls, making them panic. The earth flies away from here.

However, Li Ang is a bit faster than him, holding the handle of the axe in his hand, like a long whip, hooking two thugs in front of him, avoiding the first few bullets, and then Spiritual Qi is poured into the legs, the legs plunge into the mud like cast iron, while the body lies flat in midair, letting the bullet pass slightly.

At the moment when Patrick forcibly corrected the muzzle, Li Ang had already slapped his hand heavily on the ground and threw the one-handed axe violently, hitting the firearm in Patrick's hand with the sound of a violent wind.

The metal parts of the submachine gun were scattered and broken, and the axe blade with plasma remaining embedded in the sand, shocking the worms to flee,

Patrick’s palm was trembling and numb due to the sudden shock. Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired randomly at Li Ang, while oneself ran forward and ran towards the kilometer along the slope.

Li Ang stared at his back indifferently, remaining calm and composed while handling pressing affairs. He picked up an unclaimed submachine gun from the ground, squatted on the ground, and held the gun with his shoulders and cheeks. Shank, staring at the sight in the sight, slowly aimed at Patrick who was running wild.

Patrick, who abides by the tactical guidelines, bows and moves around, constantly using fake moves in an attempt to trick Li Ang into shooting.

He is panting like an ox, his face is like golden paper, and his delicate and pretty pupils are bloodshot, engraved with the desire to survive.

I can't die! I'm still young, I haven't enjoyed enough!

Patrick ran wildly on the slope, and Li Ang had already pulled the trigger.

The gunfire sounded, and a 0.45-inch bullet blew past Patrick’s ears, leaving a deep blood mark on his earlobe.

Missed! Patrick climbed up the slope. He pulled the car door ecstatically, sat in the driver's seat, bent over and inserted the car key so that the owner's body was not exposed in the car window.

Engine ignition

With trembling toes, Fiercely, a smooth calf leather half-boot from Bologna, Italy, stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the huge torque forced the rubber The tires scratched the concrete floor, and turned up the black smoke that choked up the nose.

The vehicle press forward, galloping away, Patrick laughed fiercely and slapped the steering wheel. He survived and escaped.

As Li Ang planned.