Marvel – Immortal Path

On the desolately cold rooftop, the howling wind blows, blowing sand into the muddy pupils of the dead body, the smelly blood energy covering the heavens, shielding the sun, and the prosperous lights downstairs And the contrast between the noisy parade is extremely ironic.

The penguin stood shamelessly on the edge, his bloated body was leaning against the railing, his umbrella was turning back and forth in his hands, and his eyes were deep and he didn't know what thoughts were buried.

On the other side, two figures face each other.

"You will regret your own words and deeds, sir," Baron Strucker sighed, each finger of the prosthetic leg is turning freely, like an octopus with contracted tentacles, "Of course, that It will be in hell..."

Before the voice was over, he stepped out, and in an instant the dust flew, plowed out a long hollow tunnel behind him, and then opened his eyes. , He has jumped to the sky in front of Li Ang, his right arm Iron Fist raised high...

Bah!

Along with the sharp buzzing sound in unison, resounding across the rooftops, several long columns of hot steam spewed out of the fine hollow at the end of the prosthesis, and the unimaginable huge thrust drummed Iron Fist hard. Next,

Baron Strucker’s face bursts with blue veins, especially the veins entrenched in the circle around the broken right eye, and the spider web pattern of blue and purple. It is doubtful whether it will be the next second. His eyes will burst open directly.

In contrast, the speed of Iron Fist is getting faster and faster. The air is squeezed and torn apart, and even the reflection of moonlight on its steel surface begins to be distorted and blurred.

crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood is too light, like a hot knife through butter is not enough to describe it in case,

In the dark eyes of the hockey hole, the silhouette of the Strucker leaping high has been covered.

Li Ang bends his knees slightly, grasps the axe handle tightly, swings an arc-shaped trajectory filled with cold light from bottom to top,

So, the ax blade hits head-on On the steel.

Zheng~

The sound of gold and iron crisscrossing is unpleasant. Suddenly the sharp edge of the axe shattered, iron filings splashed, and the wooden axe handle began to bend, and Li Ang’s feet fell flat on the ground. An inch, his arms were chapped like withered pine moss,

Finally, he blocked this fist,

Baron Strucker’s Satan’s claws were embedded in a shallow depression The vent slot at the rear end was hoarse and screamed overwhelmedly, and the entire mechanical arm seemed to hit a ten thousand lone wall, as well as his broken shoulder that had been rusted and numb for several decades, and there was severe pain.

He looked at Li Ang’s pale mask in disbelief, but immediately smiled and punched again.

Satan’s Claws are a masterpiece of Hydra's research department, and they cost a lot of money. , Trifling steam boost is only one of its functions.

The entire steel prosthesis swells violently, splitting dozens of cracks from the middle of the radius and ulna. The front part condensed and condensed, like a giant welding torch, banging straight towards Li Ang.

Before contact, the blazing high temperature has already distorted the surrounding air, Li Ang has retreated several steps and has been forced to the edge of the rooftop.

Baron Strucker’s flame razor can’t talk about how subtle the moves are. It’s nothing more than sweeping, chopping, plucking, cutting, plundering, nai, slashing, and bursting. The extreme high temperature of melting steel forced Li Ang to dodge constantly.

At this moment, Baron Strucker screamed in his heart, and Satan's claws suddenly split into two halves along the central axis. The two blade blades were mixed with fierce flames, and they wanted to cut Li Ang into two. .

Li Ang can't retreat, stepping on the edge of the roof, most of his body hanging in the air,

Seeing that he is about to fall down the tall building and fall into a pool of minced meat. The tip of the axe and axe had already hooked on the iron guardrail, and then it fell sharply, and swiftly and lightly swung oneself back to the roof.

Before landing, Li Ang turned over the palm, hiding the M9 bayonet in the palm of his hand, swift as electricity, following the exposed gap of Satan’s claws, and piercing into the jet groove that releases the azure flames .

The gas flame was blocked, and the fire was slightly weakened. Taking advantage of the short interval of self-checking of the robotic arm, Li Ang had already punched towards Strucker's head.

dong!

Satan's claws barely stood in front of him, and as the dull collision sounded, the alloy armguards of the prosthetic limbs were deeply recessed, and a fuzzy fist mark appeared.

Under the pale mask dotted with plum blossoms of blood, Li Ang's eyes didn't have a trace of temperature. He lifted his knee and kicked, leaping his knee and hitting Baron Strucker's chest,

The diaphragm ruptures in an instant, and the pleural effusion leaks out. Cracking Cracking does not know how many ribs have been broken!

Li Ang did not wait for Baron Strucker to retreat from the injury, flipped his hands and threw the fire axe into the sky, regardless of the tremor and cracked palms, fiercely strangled the opponent's neck, and proceeded forward and bowed. Go, smash Strucker's head fiercely on the ground and plow a long gully in the concrete.

Baron Strucker’s chest was sunken, turbid blood spewed from his mouth, and pupils dilated in confusion,

Li Ang stepped on the enemy’s chest, waved his arms up, and opened his palms. Up to this point, the fire axe traversed an arc in the air and fell back into his hand with precision and lightness.

Under the cold moonlight, he swung down the sharp axe and brought Strucker’s steel prosthetic limbs to shoulders. Hack down.

Crimson blood and viscous electrolyte spouted from the wound on the shoulder, mingling with the dust and flying sand, Baron Strucker bowed like a cooked red shrimp, howling in pain .

"Your head is bright and round. It's a shame not to change your job to be a bald donkey."

Li Ang pulled Baron Strucker with an axe blade, hideously terrifying He twisted his face and said indifferently: "Tell me now, your name."

"hehe," Strucker smiled tragically and spit out a mouthful of muddy blood, "No matter who you are, you are dead, I The organization will at all costs catch you, like pulling a carrot and pulling out the soil, and destroy it with the people you cherish around you."

"Well, this kind of incompetent rage, the threat of a defeated dog wailing, I listen to. There are too many calluses on the ears." Li Ang shook his head and sighed: "Come and I will kill one, and I will kill a pair of me, kill all of them and crush them until the head rolls, blood drifts, and nothing is killed. But you can’t kill it."

Baron Strucker fell silent. He could feel the indifferent attitude contained in the other's plain words, and no matter how many lives he saw, it seemed like an ordinary without texture. The numbers are the same, no different.

The sound of the rotating blades came from far and near. A sightseeing helicopter hovered over the sky, and a rope dropped from the cabin.

The Penguin who had been hiding in the corner just now looked happy, his huge body flew up with unimaginable agility, trying to grab the rope.

However, Li Ang moved faster than him. He threw the axe, and the blade of the axe went deep into the ground in front of the penguin.

"Don't kill me,"

The penguin man said in general: "This bald man is called Strucker, and belongs to a huge organization called Hydra. Its predecessor was in World War II. For the remnants of the Communist Party left behind, you need someone to handle the beginning and the end to cover up the mass murders that happened here. Even if you are, you certainly don’t want Gotham to be full of Hydra agents, making the city full of wind and rain, right?"