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Looking at the tragic situation in the distance, Barton retracted his head depressedly and looked around.

There were about ten Chitauri soldiers around him, which was a lot from the perspective of street fighting, but in fact, he set out with a hundred Chitauri commandos, and because of surprise, there were no losses along the way. one.

However, when they passed through this street, which was about to leave the city center, they encountered an attack beyond imagination.

First, there was a rocket attack that covered almost half of the sky, which instantly disrupted their formation. Then there was a hail of bullets, which directly shot down less than half of their troops. And the scary thing is, the rain of bullets didn't damage them. The aircraft directly killed the pilot above.

This move frightened Barton. How many snipers were ambushing him down here? Their accuracy was no less accurate than his own. Was he just unlucky? Or was SHIELD well prepared? There were so many snipers in the streets below. hand

Fortunately, as a commander, he was still competent. After Patton was attacked, he immediately let all the team members land on the ground and called for support. They were all attacked like this, so the secret raid was of little significance.

However, he became even more depressed when he landed on the ground. Through the tentative attacks of his men, they finally discovered that there was only one sniper just now, a black man wearing a worn leather jacket, and the weapon he used was not a sniper rifle, but a sniper rifle. They were two rather ancient looking revolvers.

If he hadn't witnessed a team member die in the hands of that big black man in just a few seconds, he would not have believed that such a thing would happen, but the facts told him that this enemy was probably related to him The same shooting superpower.

When it comes to shooting abilities, Barton is not sleepy. You know, he has always been proud of his archery skills. Although he does not have the physique of the captain, his understanding of air flow, temperature and humidity plus his knowledge of archery The understanding of this is not something that ordinary people can master. Coupled with the high-tech arrows developed by SHIELD, his combat ability alone is no less than that of a fully staffed tactical team, or even stronger. Now he sees a person who also has the same ability. He couldn't help but want to compete with his fellow shooters.

After a few minutes of serious competition, he became depressed. The opponent's shooting skills were definitely not inferior to his, and because he was using a firearm, the shooting frequency was faster than his, so he was completely suppressed. As for the special arrows, like Just like that, if you shoot it, it will be destroyed by the opponent, and it will have no effect at all.

Fortunately, with his men around, he was able to escape unscathed. Although the Chitauri were like moving targets in front of this big black man, they were still numerous enough to block the bullet holes.

Unfortunately, what Barton didn't know was that he didn't die not because of these factors, but because the big black gunslinger Roland opposite him didn't want to kill him, because Wesker, who summoned him, told him in the headset that Barton was just hit. That's it, yes, Roland was not called by Richard, but by Wesker with silver coins, the same one that Richard just paid him.

"Wesker, is it necessary to keep this archer named Barton? I'll just kill him." Looking at the stone pillar where Barton was hiding in the distance, Roland asked depressedly. He has now found ten types of reflective ballistics that are enough to kill him. It's a pity that I can't take action.

"Don't." Wesker, who was hiding upstairs, hurriedly stopped him when he heard this, "This kid is just that in your opinion, but in this world he is also considered one of the official strong players. It doesn't matter if you beat him to death. What if we turn the officials into a panic and turn their anger on Richard? The two of us just walked away, and he must not be wanted by the whole world."

"Okay, but that's what you said about the aliens. Apart from being able to fly, there's nothing special about them. I think they are weak compared to the monsters outside the Dark Tower. Enemies like this don't need to kill me. Call"

"You also said that they can fly. You can shoot them down with guns. I can only bombard them with missiles or rockets. The efficiency is too low, so I have to call you." Wesker replied helplessly, he was very Strong, but against enemies that can fly, his strength isn't much of a threat.

"What about Richard? Why haven't I seen him? His marksmanship is also pretty good."

"He went to deal with the enemy's head, who is called a god."

"God" Roland frowned. He was very sensitive to this title. You must know that men in black are also called gods in their world.

"Yes, according to Richard, although the gods here do not have as many endless magics as the men in black, their bodies are extremely strong. Your marksmanship is very strong, but it is very likely that it will not be able to penetrate their skin."

"That's a bit troublesome, then why don't we go help him?"

"It shouldn't be necessary. Richard said that we can be responsible for cleaning up these aliens in the periphery. He can deal with the leader. If not, he will contact us."

"Well, I understand. Let's finish it quickly. Since we can't kill the archery boy, we can just knock him out. I'll attract his attention in a while. You go over and knock him out, then control him and let's go somewhere else."

"Don't rush to do it yet, give me some time."

"Well what are you waiting for"

"Waiting for that flying giant beast." Wesker smiled sheepishly, "Hey, such a huge body can still fly in the air. I am very interested in their genes. If this unit acts alone, it will definitely They are performing some secret mission. If they are blocked, they should call for support. The most powerful among these alien troops is probably that kind of giant beast. There is a high probability that the reinforcements will have it. We will find a way to get one down soon. "

"We are here to help Richard, but you still have the heart to do this?" Roland looked back at Wesker with contempt, feeling that this guy was hopeless.

"It's okay to do both work and research. Besides, I paid for it to bring you here, so I have to get some interest back, isn't it? That's great. If the flying gene is really developed, I'll count it in your favor. "

"No, you can keep it for yourself. I have no interest in your evil research." Roland hurriedly refused after hearing this. The man in black just wanted to do some fusion between various creatures, which left him with a lot of psychological confusion. Shadow, if Wesker hadn't helped him and he had no bad deeds, he would have had the intention to eradicate the Umbrella Company altogether.

"Oh, you don't know the benefits of genetic modification. When you know the beauty of it, you will be like me."

"Shut up. The giant beast you mentioned flew over. I'll help you deal with it. You stay away from me in the future."

Wesker looked up after hearing this, and sure enough, a Leviathan beast flew towards their direction with a group of young men.