i'm in marvel fifty fifty

Because the power system of the Mark 1 had not yet been produced, Stark moved very slowly. After discovering that all the enemies along the way were dead, Stark took off the layer of iron skin on his body, leaving only Next piece of breastplate, hold on to the rock wall of the cave and move forward.

While Stark was still moving forward slowly, Duke had already arrived at the entrance of the cave. According to game terms, he was about to pass the level. Now Duke was facing the boss at the end of the level and many of his minions.

What was now in front of Duke was the black muzzle of hundreds of automatic rifles, several anti-tank rocket launchers, and even a rumbling sound not far away. If Duke guessed correctly, it should be a tank.

"It seems to have stung a hornet's nest..." Duke managed to sell some of these weapons, at least those rocket launchers with the Stark logo on them. Doesn't this count as shooting himself in the foot?

"Stark should be blamed for this. If he doesn't make this kind of weapon, I won't sell it." Duke passed the blame to Stark. After the blame was thrown, the group still had to open the weapons.

Duke pulled out the green bamboo from his back and rushed towards the terrorists.

"Push, chug, chug."

Hundreds of rifles sprayed flames from their muzzles, and Duke's body was hit by at least ten bullets at the same time. The huge impact stopped his charge. The cavity effect caused by the bullets passing through his body turned Duke into Almost a puddle of mud.

"boom"

Finally, a rocket launcher not far away fired a shot at Duke's beach.

I'll kill five of your horses with one shot

Hearing a loud rumble outside, Stark was startled, then carefully held the battery and turned around to find his armor. He suddenly felt a little unsafe.

So might Ethan, who was always on Stark's heels.

The leader who had been nervously organizing defenses since he ran out of the cave finally exhaled slowly, feeling that the fear that had filled his heart since just now had subsided a little.

Oh my God, this thing still looks like it can be killed.

No one can face the fire of hundreds of automatic rifles at a distance of less than a hundred meters. If he can, then he is not a human being.

"Go and have a look." The leader ordered to the bearded man next to him. Among these terrorists, only the leader paid more attention to hygiene. Not only did he shave his head, he didn't even grow a beard. The others looked like they were born from the same mother. It's a full beard.

The bearded man hesitated for a moment after hearing the order. The leader turned to look at him. After hesitating for a long time, the bearded man finally clenched his rifle with both hands and began to squirm forward step by step.

This distance of less than 5 meters took at least [-] minutes. All the terrorists relaxed their movements and watched this scene quietly.

Finally, the bearded man came to Duke's pile of rotten meat. All the terrorists held their breath. You monster, don't stand up again.

Big Beard carefully poked the pile of things that seemed to be Duke's body with the muzzle of his gun. There was no reaction. Big Beard exhaled happily and raised the rifle in his hand above his head with both hands. "He is dead."

"Allah"

"God bless"

The terrorists were as happy as if they had expelled the United States. Everyone wanted to sing and dance, and even the leader showed a smile.

At this moment of joy, a flash of shining sword light passed over the bearded body from top to bottom. Before the smile on the bearded face disappeared, the whole person was sprayed into two parts under the strong arterial blood pressure. .

Just like two flying monkeys running in opposite directions, the two corpses announced their separation and fell to each other.

Duke stood up from behind his body, and the cheers stopped abruptly. The scene was both hilarious and horrifying.

It was like a scene from some kind of third-rate special effects TV series. The bearded corpse looked like a joke, with its cut surfaces falling smoothly to the ground, its internal organs gushing in the body, and blood still gushing out.

Duke, who had turned into rotten flesh before, took a step forward and stood between the two parts of his body with a knife. His feet were stained with blood, making it look like Duke had burst out of the bearded body. Evil ghost.

When the leader saw this scene, his hands suddenly shook a little...

"Inshallah" There are some terrorists who can no longer hold the guns in their hands, and feel that all the education they have received since childhood has been invalidated at this time, although they have not received much education.

At least the truth that people will die if they are killed has been overturned, which makes them doubt themselves.

What am I doing? I'm trying to fight a monster.

"The devil is the devil from hell." A terrorist suddenly dropped his gun and ran away.

The leader shot him in the back of the head, but it was in vain. His escape, just like the time before, once again caused a chain reaction. The terrorists began to flee backwards, and those staunch believers were also hijacked by the crowd. , had to retreat.

It's just that they retreated from the cave just now into this relatively open valley, and this time if they retreat again, they will face the American army, which is not far away from them.

The leader had lost the authority to order his men. Fear made these terrorists lose their minds. He gritted his teeth and rushed to the tank that was not far away from them. After pulling the driver out from above, the leader got into the tank.

"I don't believe you won't die"

Duke was a hundred meters away from them. If he ran at a normal speed, Duke would be able to catch up with them in about ten seconds, but the terrorists a hundred meters away were also running.

As we all know, absolute speed and relative speed are different, so Duke has no way to catch up with these terrorists who hate their parents for having two legs.

It's good that they ran away. At least Stark who came out later didn't have to worry about where a black gun came from.

Duke didn't know if it was good or bad to rescue Stark like this. He didn't know if the playboy could become Iron Man without some experience and spiritual journey.

Mark 1 should already have a blueprint in Stark's mind, and it can be produced sooner or later. Duke doesn't have to worry about the battle armor.

"But does Iron Man have anything to do with me?" Thinking of this, Duke asked himself.

The answer is no.

"Does it matter to me whether Stark is a playboy or a superhero?"

nor.

Oh, that's fine.

However, Playboy Stark is a bit like Deadpool, referring to the disgusting aspect. Ethan was disgusted by Stark at the Swiss Technology Conference a few years ago.

She deceived people into waiting on the rooftop, and then sneaked home to sleep and let people freeze all night. It's really bad. What's the difference between this and a scumbag?

Just when Duke was thinking wildly, with a roar, a cannonball hit Duke.

Duke turned around and struck the shell with his knife. Unfortunately, both the shell and the tank were produced by Stark. The quality was very good. There were no duds or delayed detonations. The moment the knife hit the fuse, it exploded. Smoke swept over Duke.