Miss Clown subverts Marvel

The fat man who was almost touched by Harley wiped his blood-stained cheek in shock. Just now, Harley's ghost-like appearance scared him to the point where his legs went weak.

But just as he was about to sit on the ground, he immediately straightened his knees and glanced at the men around him. The fat man pretended to be fierce and cursed fiercely,

"Fuck, where did this monster come from?"

A younger brother replied hesitantly:

"I don't know, this woman has been weird since she first appeared."

At this time, another boy suddenly came over and reminded loudly in a panic:

"The guys from the Boss Demon Gang ran away."

The fat man's eyes widened when he heard this. He turned around and saw that the group of guys he had blocked in the alley from the beginning had indeed disappeared. He smashed the pistol with the empty magazine in his hand on the ground and said angrily:

"Hell, Boss Hammerhead will kill me, it's all this woman's fault"

He pushed away the man holding the smoking shotgun beside him, dodged the shotgun and the magazine from his hand, and fired furiously at Harley who was lying in the pile of groceries as if to vent his anger.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The damage caused by the shotgun at close range is extremely powerful. Harley, who was lying in the pile of groceries, was engulfed by the flames coming out of the gun, and the clothes, muscles, and bones on her body were all smashed to pieces.

Gunfire roared, and the crumbling pile of groceries was finally knocked down, submerging Harley who could not move. The fat man viciously kicked the groceries that buried Harley, and threw the gun in his hand back into the arms of his men.

What should be vented has been done, and we still have to continue to do the things given by the superiors. The Maggia Gang finally caught an opportunity to ambush the senior members of the Devil Gang. If the target is let go, according to the violent character of their boss, Fatty I feel like I won't survive tonight.

He glared angrily at his subordinates who were not doing well, and roared:

"Keep chasing me and don't let me go to those brats from the Devil Gang."

After saying that, he didn't care about the bodies of his companions on the ground, and chased towards the street at the other end of the alley with his men.

When Harley woke up from her madness, the alley was completely quiet. Whether it was gunshots or human voices, they were completely far away from here. Except for herself, she could no longer hear the voice of any living person. .

She tried to move, but found that she was buried in a pile of debris. She pushed the weight away with some difficulty. After getting up, she felt a little cold. When she lowered her head, she didn't know when the clothes on her body had already disappeared. It was completely in tatters, with only a few rags still hanging sparsely on the body.

There was no other living person in the alley, and Harley didn't have much sense of shame. She just pulled and threw the clothes on her body on the ground. Then she took off the clothes of a short gang member and put them on herself. Although she was wearing them, It's a little loose, but it has a protective effect at least, which is better than wearing nothing at all.

After tidying up her clothes, Harley turned her eyes to the corpse on the ground. She had not forgotten what she was here for. She had been busy for so long. Although the process was not smooth, the goal was still achieved, and she finally arrived at happiness. It's harvest time.

After Harley happily ran up and down the alley, it took a full 10 minutes to pile up all the guns and ammunition collected from all the corpses.

The two gangs fighting today seem to be one of the top forces in New York. Most of the firearms they use are well-made. In addition to most pistols and shotguns, there are two brand-new fully automatic rifles, which even exceed the general civilian standards and reach It was more than a contraband, and although they didn't have many bullets left, there were thousands of bullets of all kinds. If they didn't encounter a long firefight, it would be enough for her to use for a long time.

Harley lay down on the ground excitedly, happily hugging the guns piled up on the ground. She was as happy as a child, as if she was holding her beloved pet. She rubbed her face against the cold gun body affectionately. Laughing loudly:

"Hahahaha I love New York America"

"boom"

Before she could finish her words, a deafening gunshot broke Harley's laughter and even her smaller half of her head into pieces. A man was wearing a combat uniform with a white skull logo and a black jacket outside. A tall man with a stubble came over carrying a heavy sniper rifle with a smoking muzzle.

Frank glanced at the corpse of a woman wearing gangster clothes on the ground with disgust, as if he were looking at a vermin polluting the environment.This alley is full of gangster corpses. They wear different clothes, but they all carry the signs of different gangs. Both gangs are his hunting targets.

The Demon Gang, led by Mr. Negative, and the Maggia Gang, led by Hammerhead, smuggle guns and sell drugs, and are absolute mortal enemies because of their competitive relationship.In Frank's eyes, they were all absolute villains. When they appeared in front of Frank wearing these clothes, they had already been sentenced to death, and no one could leave alive.

He has been staying in Brooklyn recently, chasing a group of human trafficking criminals, but today suddenly a group of Devil Gang members from Queens appeared on the streets. He killed this group of people without hesitation, and then followed them to stay. The footprints and blood stains were traced all the way in reverse direction, hoping to see if they could directly find the lair of these guys.

As a result, they arrived at the alley where a fire had occurred. The messy footprints at the entrance of the alley pointed to another alley. Since he had to continue tracking, Frank only glanced briefly at the alley, and his eyes were attracted by the pile of guns on the ground. Ammunition attracted.

Frank considers himself a warrior and an Avenger. He calls himself the Punisher and has been fighting evil for a long time. In fact, he has gained little. Many times, his assets have always been negative, except for the elimination of a certain gang. , in order to plunder large sums of funds from evil people to arm themselves.

But in this world, guns and ammunition are not cheap goods, especially the ones he uses are specially made high-end goods. Naturally, the price is more expensive, and the funds are consumed faster. Generally, the property obtained from wiping out small evil forces cannot satisfy him at all. consumption, and he could only save one province after another.

Being frugal is not a problem. Superheroes also have the dignity of superheroes. Just like Hawkeye will not pick up the lost arrows one by one after a fight, he will also look down on the bullets and change on ordinary sinners. , but now that he had this kind of ammunition in front of him, there was no way he could pretend he didn't see it.

As the saying goes, if you don't pick it up, you won't pick it up. Heroes are not saints who can turn stone into gold. If there is a need, there is material. If you don't take it, you are a fool.

Frank crouched down, wiping out the bullets piled on the ground, and then continued to track in the direction where the gang members left at the entrance of the alley, leaving only corpses on the ground and a head wound that was still squirming. woman.

After Frank walked away, there was a cry in the deep alley that made the listener sad and the listener in tears.

"Which bastard stole my bullet?"