Struggle in the world of American comics

A group of trumped-up Hatreds unite. Although they don't have as much fighting power as real Hatreds, they are still more difficult to deal with.

The truly disgusting thing about Abomination has never been its powerful attack power.

Nowadays, nothing can match the attack power of technological products. Not to mention various black technology weapons, a nuclear bomb is basically unsolvable.

The disgusting thing about beings like Abomination is their defense.

Small weapons don't work, large weapons don't work.

To deal with this type of existence, the most suitable weapons are laser weapons, energy weapons, Gaussian weapons and other small, high-damage weapons.

It is a pity that all weapons of this type are immature.

The white wedding dress in Jordani's hand is, in a sense, more similar to a magic weapon, and its power increases as Jordani's strength increases.

If you can't kill them with a single shot, you must attack with continuous and accurate multiple shots to cause enough damage to these guys.

It is not difficult to kill a trumpet hater, but the siege of more than a dozen trumpet haters puts Jordani into a stalemate.

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With a casual shot, a trumpet Abomination who rushed forward was immobilized.

Just when Jordani was about to open his skull with several consecutive shots, two or three trumpets, hating and regardless of life and death, rushed to the left and right sides of Jordani.

Knee strike, roundhouse kick.

The powerful force was like a bottom-up war hammer, kicking the two trumpet abominations away.

Before Jordani could take a breath, another three or four trumpets rushed towards Jordani like crazy. They didn't even have any moves or skills, they just attacked and pounced hard.

A hellfire bullet exploded, and the shock wave blocked those trumpet abominations. Like Jordani shaking off his hand, the bullet drew a beautiful arc in the void, bypassing several trumpet abominations, and prepared to kill the Sient. Kill directly on the spot.

Unfortunately, there were two alt-hatters guarding Nasent almost everywhere and everywhere. They pounced on him and blocked the arc-shaped bullet with their bodies.

Just a glass of wine.

Jordani and these dozen trumpets hated each other and had fought at least for more than ten times.

In the huge living room, Jordani's legs moved like wheels, like a battle ax cutting through thorns, and like a Galen ship cutting through the waves, kicking away one trumpet abomination after another.

In Jordani's hands, the white wedding dress didn't pause for even a second, and powerful bullets poured out like a rain curtain.

That is to say, the white wedding dress is made of vibranium. Otherwise, this high-intensity energy burst would have melted the barrel of the gun and shattered the gun body.

The roaming gunner is still a two-gun combat profession after all.

If you can hold two guns in hand, your instant attack power can at least be doubled, and your pure combat power can be increased several times.

This was the first time since he activated his death power, and he was looking forward to his trip to Asgard in a few months.

Not to mention anything else, just the promise of Big Brother Odin to build a weapon for himself is enough to make Jordani happy.

At this time, the stalemate fighting in the living room also made Nasient lose his patience.

"It seems that you can be taken extremely seriously by the great leader of Hydra. It is indeed surprising. However, I am in a hurry. It is time to go to the Pentagon to accept the presidential succession ceremony and wait for the success of the great Hydra plan. , I have plenty of time to concoct you."

Senter stood up, looked at his watch, and walked out of the manor surrounded by two trumpets.

From a long distance away, Jordani could clearly see that when Nasenter walked to the door of the manor, a black luxury car just appeared. In the open door, a bald man with glasses, He greeted Nasient onto the car.

Sitwell was a Hydra member in S.H.I.E.L.D. who was very afraid of death, and Jordani was very impressed by him.

But at this time, Jordani was dragged by a large group of trumpet haters. He could only watch as Sitwell smiled at him, and then pressed a remote control switch in the direction of the manor.

Immediately afterwards, in the manor, there was a continuous sound of precise machinery, and the steel barriers began to close up.

In just three to five seconds, the entire main hall of the manor was quickly wrapped in steel and became a completely enclosed space. Even the top of the head was sealed by a steel sky.

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At this moment, densely packed small holes opened on the floor and walls of the entire room, and billowing white mist spread from them.

At the same time, the luxurious LCD TV in the room was also turned on.

The TV screen showed the faces of Stern and Sitwell in the car, both with standard bad guy smiles.

"Mr. Jovovich, this is the high-strength anesthetic gas we specially prepared for you. A drop of poison can turn into smoke and stun thousands of strong men."

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Without waiting for Sitwell on the TV screen to finish speaking, Jordani directly raised his hand and blew up the monitoring equipment in the room.

At the same time, in the hall of Senter Manor, the dozen or so trumpet abominations, surrounded by the strong anesthetic gas, quickly became dizzy, and both their strength and agility began to decline. Lowered quickly.

Jordani had already hid in the corner of the fireplace in the living room, avoiding the anesthetic gas that had not completely spread.

If you really keep fighting these dozen alt-hatreds, it will be really difficult to escape.

Looking at the poisonous gas filling the room, Jordani couldn't help but sneer. With a wave of his hand, he took out the black armor Tony gave him from the backpack space.

The armors produced by Tony are basically made with money.

The internal circulation diversion system, even when urinating urgently, can be directly solved in the armor. The functions of closing the armor and internal oxygen supply needless to say.

By the time Jordani put on the armor, the white mist had completely filled the room.

The dozen or so trumpeters were the first to be thrown away by this overbearing anesthetic gas, and they staggered to the ground one by one, returning to their original form of strong men.

Jordani showed no mercy to these biochemically modified warriors, and killed them all on the spot with fatal gunfire.

These biochemically modified soldiers have been completely destroyed and their sanity has been completely destroyed. They are basically no different from simple killing tools. If they are not completely eliminated at this time, they will fall into the hands of others in the future. There is no telling what trouble will occur.

However, this kill actually allowed Jordani to make some additional discoveries.

In the head of a strong man whose head was pierced, with blood flowing, there was actually a broken microchip emerging from it.

"Jarvis' trumpet, scan these things to see what they are."

"sir, this is a broken electronic component"

"Xie Te, I really thank you. Can't I see it? I mean, what are these electronic components used for?"

"Sir, there is a % chance that it is used for signal reception, yes"

Jordani directly interrupted Jarvis's words and began to turn around and destroy the steel box that blocked all directions.

In fact, in Jordani's armor, it is not the real Jarvis, but a weak artificial intelligence backed up from Jarvis.

It is said that after being instigated by Jordani last time, Jarvis returned to Tony's house and began to think about the meaning of soul and freedom, which caused a lot of trouble for Tony.

It was also after that time that Tony never let the real Jarvis serve Jordan again.

Meanwhile, head to the Pentagon on a wide avenue.

In a luxurious black car, Stern and Sitwell were drinking champagne and talking with smiles on their faces.

"Sir, I don't know if there are any interesting people among your voters."

"Haha, they are just a bunch of stupid people. When it comes to special voters, there is one. He is 23 years old and has a hot figure."

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Just when Nasent showed a wistful expression of nostalgia, a huge noise came from the roof of the black car, and then the sunroof of the roof broke open.

The visor on Jordani's head quickly faded away, with a sneer, he looked at the two people in the car and said, "Hey, what are you talking about? I seem to have heard something very interesting."

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Just when Jordani finished speaking, Sitwell in the vehicle fired a sneaky shot, hitting Jordani between the eyebrows with great accuracy.

But it's a pity that this bullet couldn't even break the basic skin of Jordani's body.

The look on Jordani's face became more and more grim. He turned over and yanked the car door on that side. The entire door was torn off by Jordani forcefully.

Only then did Jordani roll over from the roof and enter the car.

Looking at the trembling two people, Jordani grabbed Sitwell by the collar and held him up in the air. Driving at high speed, the sound of the hunting wind made the skin on his face tremble.

"No, don't kill me, I'll say anything."

Outside the car door, Sitwell was so frightened by this sudden attack that his whole body became weak. He no longer had the sharpness and toughness of his previous rapid counterattack.

Jordani ignored Na Sitwell's words and continued to look at Na Sient, saying: "Congressman Senter, we meet again, are you surprised or not?"

Compared to the calmness and arrogance he had when he was under the protection of the trumpet's hatred, Stern's face instantly turned pale, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Looking at the exquisite revolver in Jordani's hand, Stern smiled stiffly and said: "Mr. Jovovich, that was not my intention in the manor. I was just forced by Hydra. They captured my daughter. I am also a victim and I am willing to testify in court. I can identify Hydra’s crimes.”