People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 229 Essex Company

To be honest, Donald never thought that a sniper from a hundred meters away would miss, and the reason for the miss was so ridiculous: the bullet was caught by someone’s fingers.

It was so ridiculous that he was shocked for a long time and forgot to shoot the second Adamantium bullet.

Yes, he prepared three bullets.

Two are reserved for File size Logan, and one is just in case.

In fact, Donald only applied for two. His confidence stems from his own business Ability and the manipulator that will never shake the trigger.

“Keep it alive.” Mike said to old Logan, “I have something to ask him.”

After speaking, disappeared in place.

The next second, he appeared next to Donald.

“Do you still shoot?” Mike asked Donald.

“No.” Donald replied stiffly.

“I can’t do it anymore.”

With that said, Mike pinched the barrel of the gun and easily folded it into a teapot.

Donald is stiffer.

Mike picked up a box from Donald. It was a delicate box with two Adamantium bullets in it.

“Your research institute is really rich. Look at Laura, X-24, and Adamantium bullets. No, Adamantium can’t be bought with money. Your research institute is really awesome. I don’t think Les is dedicated Scholars of academic research have so much Ability, what do you think?” Mike asked Donald.

Donald: “…”

Should I say an answer?

It feels like pits at both ends.

If you say “No, you’re wrong, Les is the bullshit.” Then… Pawn, the cause of death: How dare you squeeze Xiaoming in someone else’s hand? !

If you say “don’t know”, then… pawn, cause of death: if you don’t know anything, the waste should be destroyed.

If you say “yes”, it seems that you can only say yes, and the person in front of you hasn’t given other options at all. This reminded Donald of the previous interrogation of others, but this time, he became the person being interrogated.

“Yes.” Donald nodded bitterly.

“Very good, then the next question.” Mike smiled and asked, “Who is the one who helped Les so awesome, can you tell me?”

Donald shook his head repeatedly: “I’m just a pawn, how can I know the high-level affairs.”

“Oh.” Mike looked at Donald’s robotic arm and said, “Little pawns can also install such a high-tech robotic arm. Is your organization too resourceful to use up? If so, I’m a good person and can help consume it.”

Donald was silent.

Suddenly grabbed Mike with the robotic arm-this was the last struggle.

But Mike’s hand seemed to have been waiting a long time ago, grabbing the wrist of the robotic arm, pulling and twisting it, and directly raised the robotic arm amidst Donald’s screams.

The mechanical arm was connected to flesh and blood and nerves, and Donald rolled on the ground in pain.

Mike stepped on the rolling Donald and said, “You have another chance.”

Donald was pale and sweaty on his forehead. He looked at Mike’s eyes, which were murderous eyes.

In an instant, he temporarily forgot even the pain.

To say how loyal Donald is to the organization is a joke. He is a Vulture, go wherever there is carrion. It’s just that he knows how terrifying an organization is, and how miserable the betrayal will be.

But compared to dying now, betrayal can at least survive, right?

Maybe a miracle will happen…

Donald swallowed hard and said, “I don’t know much, I can say, but you can’t kill me.”

“Yes.” Mike nodded. “You won’t make me swear, will you?”

Donald shook his head: “No need, for someone like me, the value in your eyes is not worth breaking a promise.”

Mike laughed and said, “This is a good explanation.”

Donald said: “Essex, I know its name, that’s all.”

“Essex Company…” Mike thought for a while and said, “I have heard it, but I’m not familiar with it.”

At this time, a helicopter took off.

A missile fired at Mike with a tail flame, but the latter disappeared instantly. Donald was left on the spot, staring at the missile that was launched, only to curse: “Fak squid is tired of logging!”

Mike did not kill him, but he was not obliged to kill him?

It was their own people who killed Donald.

To be honest, Mike was a little disappointed with Donald. In the comics, Donald is a mechanical genius. For him, mechanical arms are just pediatrics. And Donald in the comics is a completely transformed biochemical man, as long as the head is on, he will not die.

The helicopter in the air was about to launch the second missile, and Mike stretched out his hand.

The helicopter suddenly turned into a gorgeous Firework in the night sky.

At this time, Little Logan and X-24 have already decided the winner. The fighting style they chose was almost the same: they only attacked but not defended, fighting for Self-healing Ability.

Obviously, the genuine version defeated the piracy.

X-24 was lying on the ground, covered with holes and cuts from his claws. He looked at the sky with no fear of dying in his eyes.

Old Logan broke through the mercenary’s defenses, with his claws on Dr. Rice’s neck, and said, “Let your men stop.”

“Stop it, everyone lay down their weapons!” Under the threat of death, Dr. Rice was not a hard-working man.

The commander of the mercenaries and soldiers is Donald, and Dr. Rice can only command them by ordering Donald. The problem is, Donald is dead and exploded into a pile of minced meat.

After a few seconds, the first soldier put down his weapon. With the first one, there will soon be a second, a third…

Mike came to Old Logan, motioned him to remove his paw, and said, “Respect the intellectuals.”

Mike said: “I heard that you exterminated Mutant by your own effort?”

Dr. Rice stood up and said, “Exaggerated.”

Mike: “I think so too.”

Dr. Rice: “…”

Mike beckoned, motioned to Dr. Rice to go with him, and asked: “Drink tea? I have three major black teas in the world: Darjeeling, Ceylon, and Qimen black tea…”

Dr. Rice straightened his collar: “Do you think this will make me betray the organization?”

“Oh, can’t it?” Mike turned back, slapped Dr. Rice to the ground with a slap, and said, “What about this?”

Old Logan: “…”

This is what you mean by respecting intellectuals?

Dr. Rice spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was panic in his eyes.

Condescendingly, Mike looked down on Dr. Rice and said, “Donald said’Essex Company’, so I let him go. Uh… he is dead, but it has nothing to do with me. You killed him by mistake. You have to Say something useful before you can leave.”

“Donald…traitor!” Dr. Rice said with a trace of disdain in his eyes, stalking his neck, “Come on, kill, I’m not afraid of death!”

“I didn’t say to kill you, what anxious.” Mike blinked and said: “What I want to ask is, I don’t know if you are afraid of pain.”

“I, I hate getting children involved in disputes. So, you better not be afraid of pain.” Mike’s eyes turned cold and bitter, “Because I will test all the experiments you have done with children on you. Again.”

Dr. Rice shivered.

There was silence.

It seems that this man’s spirit is similar to that of the “water too cold”.