Son of Marvel’s God

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242 Persecution ing

When Mark saw these guys, he started to have some concerns, and these guys were not simple.

But as several little guys rushed out directly, Mark was too late to think again.

The biggest advantage of these young and vigorous little guys is that the calves are not afraid of tigers and dare to charge without knowing their opponents.

Although Mark does not advocate this kind of behavior, he has to say that being young is better.

Sometimes I look back on those stupid things I did in the past. Although some are stupid, it is ridiculous, but now think about it, put the current self back to the original, do you really dare to do this?

"Where did these little ghosts pop out from?" The guy who apparently launched the raid did not anticipate the existence of these little demons at all.

It seems that every time Mark appears, they will find their knowledge of Mark.

The three children in the corner put the big bag they carried on the ground. Immediately afterwards, one of the children opened the small laptop that he carried with him neatly. His hands drew lightning, and he quickly tapped on the keyboard. The three large bags were quickly opened.

It turns out that these three big bags are not ordinary backpacks at all, but small hangars dedicated to storing drones.

A small drone flew out of the small hangar at a very fast speed.

Don't underestimate these small drones. Although they are only the size of a slap, their power is not small at all. These small drones are equipped with small-caliber armor-piercing projectiles that can easily penetrate a normal wall.

Those who wear light armor will definitely not have a normal wall height.

The small drone quickly locked several enemies flying in the air. After a series of crisp gunshots sounded, several unlucky guys fell from the air.

These children are mainly kind-hearted. This is the first time they have faced a solid enemy, and this situation is understandable.

It's just that they seem to have forgotten one thing. After falling from that height, it is estimated that they will not die. And now there is no time to control their life and death, when the rescue workers arrive, it is estimated to be cool.

The small drones shine in the air, and the ground is also colorful, with all kinds of props coming out.

Frozen bombs, corrosive gases, high temperature rays ...

Various weapons make this group of attackers the best experimental targets.

One of the little lunatics even detonated the freezing bomb directly at close range. If it wasn't for the shield on his body that successfully protected him.

It is estimated that he has now become Captain America 2.0.

The cold enveloped the energy shield and formed a frozen shell, which looked like a big ice ball to people outside.

The unlucky ghost standing opposite him has now naturally frozen into a popsicle.

On the other side, a little guy accidentally bumped it into a pile of debris.

Compared to the bloodshot hula killing, the unintentional killing in this state is not so terrible.

And the attention of the little guys around is not at all on this unlucky ghost. Seeing the shields on their companions exert such a huge effect, they are also more unbridled in their actions.

Since there is still a layer of shielding on his body, what else should he hide?

Come on, just head on!

Mark watched these little ghosts not afraid of death playing head-on with those enemies, and felt a headache.

The number of enemies who launched raids at all was not very large, and Mark had been robbed by these little guys before he could start.

The last thing left for Mark is to have been flying fast in the air, avoiding the raid captain attacking again and again.

"No, I must regroup ..."

Mark used the street lamp as his foothold, and ran directly into the guy in two consecutive jumps.

"Stay here to persecute the man! You can be your own!"

Although the captain of the raid didn't understand what Mark said, but he directly slammed his fist in the face, he was still very clear. The next moment, he had lost consciousness.

"Sure enough, although you are not in the rivers and lakes, your legend still circulates in the rivers and lakes, Atanis."

Mark has been grudged about the persecution of his former best friend.

I must regroup my troops!

But this is also the relationship between Mark and Atanis is relatively good, often making such excessive jokes.

If it is someone else ’s, it ’s already opened! The Archbishop of Durham Guardian Zidazine.

The battle soon ended, and the passers-by onlookers all gave rounds of applause. This makes these fledgling children very happy.

After all, they do this in order to gain the recognition of others and enjoy the feeling of the stars holding the moon.

There is nothing wrong with being a hero and enjoying this feeling. There will be gains when you give, and the relationship between the two has already been established, which is justified.

Mark did not destroy their good mood at this time.

Instead, he dragged the already unconscious guy into the alley next door. After all, no one will pay attention to a middle-aged teacher who looks honest and can't be honest.

Mark took off the guy's helmet and went up with a slap. But his face was almost swollen, but he still didn't wake up. In desperation, Mark can only give a little stimulation.

After a burst of psionic lightning, the captain of the raid was finally awake

The pain that seemed to tear the soul just now made him full of energy and looked at the man in front of him with vigilant eyes.

"I won't say anything!" Mark hadn't asked, and the captain of the raid spoke first.

"I haven't asked yet, don't be so excited! Nadu, I'll give it to you next." Mark said, and a shining light ball appeared behind him.

"Yes, my master." Nadu placed it on the head of the raid captain if he had nothing to do, and soon completely controlled it.

The captain of the raid under control is like a puppet. It's just that knowing everything is endless.

"Who sent you to attack me?"

The captain of the raid shook his head.

Mark turned his head and looked at Nadu. Nadu naturally understood what Mark meant and explained: "I have managed to control it. He doesn't know it at all."

Mark rolled his eyes and continued to ask, "What kind of organization are you?"

"The Hydra Washington Division." The captain of the raid said without emotion.

"Washington branch?" Mark was also confused.

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