Marvel's Great Old Ones

"Hey, come up and take a look." A guard who looked older pushed the person in front.

There is a pitch of darkness ahead. Who knows what is inside, whether there are ghosts or not. If there are landmines, the bombs will kill people.

A few people cowered in front of the dark cave that was a typical American horror film, pushing and arguing for a long time.

Just like this, no matter who they are, they will die.

Sure enough, after a few people moved forward for a while, a huge roar accompanied by dazzling lights came from the cave.

Ah!

Panic and piercing screams sounded, and a tall silver-white monster rushed out of the darkness on one side, frightening several guards.

The monster couldn't be seen clearly under the cover of the light, and disappeared into the cave in an instant.

Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire, and the bullets fired indiscriminately did nothing but smash the materials placed in the cave to pieces.

A guard was suddenly thrown into the air and hit the ground heavily. Judging from his mouth full of blood and his sternum being sunken, he was probably dead.

The silver-white monster also appeared in the darkness due to its movement.

It was a tall robot, covered in iron armor, and bullets hitting it would only produce tiny sparks.

In the eyes of these short-sighted gunmen, this "robot" can already be regarded as a high-tech alien battle armor. Even the rough industrial welding marks on it are suddenly full of wasteland punk aesthetics.

Before he had time to appreciate it, the robot rushed forward in a few steps despite the hail of bullets, and knocked a person away in a circle, and the faint sound of broken bones could be heard.

It didn't take long for these guys to be dealt with, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the tunnel.

Dangdang!

The crisp sound of bullets colliding with steel was mixed with the sound of heavy footsteps. Even those flesh and blood bodies holding guns were of no avail in front of this steel armor.

With a simple punch, those people were sent flying far away.

A guard was so frightened that he dropped his gun and ran backwards in a panic. In despair, he found that the tunnel door had been locked by his good teammates.

The deadly drum beat slowly approached, and a tall shadow completely enveloped him.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A dull crash came from behind the gate. A group of base guards holding guns in their hands squatted helplessly in the tunnel. A deep fear slowly surrounded them.

It was as if they had suddenly fallen into the dark and terrifying deep sea, and the desperate water enveloped them.

Boom!boom!

With a loud bang, the heavy iron door was suddenly blown out, as if it had been blown open by explosives.

The Mark armor walked out with mechanical steps, and the crowd suddenly fled in all directions.

Boom! Mark's armor punched a person, but the other person accidentally dodged because of his weak legs.

click!

The robotic arm suddenly got stuck in the rock crevice of the tunnel. The robot tried hard but could not pull it off.

A guard's eyes lit up in the distance. Isn't this a great achievement delivered to your door for free?

He took out his pistol, walked up to the mecha, pointed the pistol at the mecha's head, and tried to kill him with one shot.

boom!

died! That guard is dead! He died miserably, and the bullet that bounced off broke open the Tianling cover, and Xiu's robot was stunned.

After a few more tugs, the robotic arm was finally pulled out from the crack in the rock.

click!

Not far away, the bald man pressed the grenade into the gun, walked out of the control room, and just stepped in front of the exit, showing his full force.

"Ethan!" When he stepped out of the tunnel, the first thing he saw was not the exit and the enemy, but Ethan lying in the corner covered in blood. Stark's anxious shouts rang out from behind the armor.

"Stark!" Ethan shouted angrily.

call out!

A sharp sound broke through the air.

The mecha flashed sideways, and there was a violent explosion behind it.

Mark's armor raised his hand, and a missile flew out, instantly blowing the bald head into rotten flesh. The bald head made a gorgeous appearance, and the scene was completed instantly.

"Stark!"

Stark pulled away the piled sandbags and saw Ethan lying on a bag not for sale. .seven

"Ethan, come on, we should go." Stark opened his mask and stretched out his hand, trying to hold Ethan.

"Things are constantly changing, Stark."

"You still have to meet your family—"

"My family is all dead." Stark was stunned. When Ethan introduced him, he said that he had a family and that he was going to see his family this time.

"I'll go find them right now." Ethan lay weakly on the ground, looking at Stark with tears in his eyes, and said, "It's okay... I... I want this, I want this."

Stark tried to put a smile on his face, but he couldn't bring himself to smile. In the end, it turned into a sadness that was uglier than crying.

"Thank you for saving me."

"Don't let me down," Ethan said with a smile, "Don't make unnecessary sacrifices..."

The sound of rapid breathing came from Ethan's mouth, and it weakened instantly.

"Ethan! Ethan—"

beep beep beep——

"Come on, come on, give in, please accept all of you, little jiojio, hey, hey, I'm talking about you."

Bohemian sounds came from the entrance, and a man in a white coat ran in from the outside dragging a crooked stretcher, shouting discordant words, and kicked the bald corpse as he passed by.

"Hey, hey, this gentleman, yes, it's you, the big, stupid guy in iron skin, hide away and don't disturb me from saving people."

Stark was dumbfounded as he watched the guy in white push him away. The tears in the corners of his eyes were not flowing, nor were they not flowing. He was just hanging there without moving up or down.

"Who are you?"

"Me," the guy turned back and pointed at himself, suddenly laughing.

"Hahaha! Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you compassionately. For the love and peace of the universe, and the peace and happiness of the world, I am the devil who creates suffering!"

"Yeah, for the love of...the devil!" Stark almost ducked, the corners of his mouth twitching, where did this madman come from.

The gunshots and shouts outside had gradually calmed down at some point, and were replaced by an increasingly terrifying silence.

"What are you going to do!" Stark suddenly shouted, and the madman was roughly throwing Ethan's "body" onto the patchwork stretcher.

"Of course I saved him, don't get in the way here." The guy who suddenly appeared impatiently pushed Stark away, dragging his things and heading out.

"Hey, don't, it's dangerous outside!" Stark yelled before he had time to question how a thin-looking guy pushed away the Mark armor that weighed 750 kilograms plus himself.

But I saw that guy walking out naked like this, and there was no reaction at all.

"Hey, what's going on? Is there an army outside that came to rescue me and has the situation under control? How did that guy push me away?"

Stark's head froze for a moment, and after reacting, he quickly shouted: "Wait for me."

In Stark's imagination, the outside should be full of elite American troops, coming to rescue him, and the thugs were kneeling on the ground with guns pointed at them.

But who will tell me what the hell is going on outside...