The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

"He is not Mrs. Gao's subordinate!"

A little minion shouted.

Klein sneered: "Bingo! You guessed it right! But there's no reward!"

In an instant, Klein sheathed his sword and assumed an Iai stance.

Stepping out, spanning several meters, a silver light swept across.

The three gangsters were cut into several sections like melons and vegetables.

"monster!"

"Shoot!"

Lester was not eager to take action. He observed Klein with no fear in his eyes.

Instead, it was full of morbid playfulness.

He licked his bloody lips, his eyes full of fanaticism.

"Help, Lester!" Ledo shouted.

But Lester has gone into hiding and no one knows where he went.

"Fake! This unreliable guy! I can't find anyone at the critical moment!"

Fortunately, Ledo and others still have guns in their hands. Years of gun battles have kept their shooting accuracy from being too bad. It is not difficult to hit a person at such a distance.

"Meteorite technique!"

Klein held a shield in his right hand, and a staff appeared out of thin air in his left hand. After half a second of charging chant, the pyroxene mark flashed.

An abstract purple magnetic field rune is outlined.

Three and a half man-sized rocks came off the ground, flew up mixed with bricks, and then hit the people who were shooting.

"what!"

"my leg!"

"No, no! Help!"

Ledo evaded hastily.

The car behind him had been smashed into scrap metal by huge rocks, and the weird shock wave caused secondary damage, causing all the subordinates within a ten-meter diameter area to receive their lunch boxes.

The yellow and white substance mixed with flesh and blood coated the entire ground with a thick layer.

A strange smell overflowed across the entire dock.

"Shet! Where did the wizard come from! I asked for help, I can't die, I just started to enjoy the good life!"

Ledo was very scared.

In this era where superheroes are still a rarity, Captain America has not yet announced the news of his 'resurrection', and Iron Man is still working as a blacksmith in the Middle East.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has not yet decided on a suitable name and claims to be a special department within the FBI.

Strange would also drive a Lamborghini and race cars at night every Saturday. His extraordinary powers were not revealed and everything was dormant.

As an ordinary person with not much experience, Ledo was really confused when faced with a long-distance warrior who could wield sword energy casually and summon comets.

"Lester! You bastard! Help!"

Ledo ran to the backup car in the distance with messy steps. As soon as he started the car, a cold voice sounded behind him.

"Cowards deserve to die!"

"You have the nerve to call me a coward...uh...ah!"

The pendant around Ledo's neck was removed by him, and the next second Lester punched it into his throat.

"Uh uh!"

"Don't worry, I'll ask this kid to come down and accompany you later!"

.......

Klein cut off the iron chain outside the container with one knife.

"Dangdang!"

Pull open the iron gate.

Inside the dark, airtight container, there were several liquid nitrogen tanks stacked up.

"Ten million dollars worth of goods, just this little thing?"

Klein stepped forward, lifted the lantern, and carefully observed the label that came up.

"Super soldier plan, super serum...is this thing a super serum?"

"But Captain America was just rescued from Antarctica. Does this mean that this serum is a new medicinal solution developed by the military based on incomplete documents after he disappeared?"

Each large tank of liquid nitrogen contains one liter of liquid nitrogen.

"I remember there is a villain in the American comic book world called the 'Power Broker'. He specializes in selling superpower items, which involves super serum trading.

He himself also created many super-powered minions...could this liquid have anything to do with him? "

These official top-secret contraband items are able to leak out on the market, in the final analysis, it is because someone on the inside takes them out.

Where there is demand, there is buying and selling.

This is an era where money is paramount.

"Hey, I think only one of us can take these things, and the other one can only die..."

Suddenly there was another person at the door of the container, it was Lester who had been fishing before.

"Back up a little, there's a booby trap I've set up at the door." Klein turned around and said seriously.

Lester smiled and said: "Haha, no hidden weapon or mechanism can escape my eyes.

Not to mention booby traps, even mines I can smell the special lubricating oil inside them from ten meters away! "

"Really not going back?"

"You're going to die soon, and I'm interested in playing with you a little longer before you die."

Klein: "Really?"

"real."

"Then can I know who my opponent is?"

"Bullseye Lester! Remember to say hello to Satan after you see him!"

Klein raised his hand, and a flash of golden thunder flashed, converging into an electric gun in the blink of an eye.

With a slight press, the entire metal container conducts electricity and current flows freely.

Even if Bullseye wanted to hide, it was too late. He was shivering from the electric shock. After recovering, he hurriedly jumped out of the container.

Bullseye glared at Klein, and he took action!

His speed was so fast that even Klein only saw a phantom flying out of his hand.

"Shh!"

It was an iron button, made of metal, and the edge couldn't be said to be sharp, but it was still deadly.

The speed of this blow had exceeded the initial velocity of a rifle bullet, and Bullseye didn't think the guy in front of him could dodge.

Even though Klein was wearing thick Japanese armor, some parts were exposed after all.

For example...throat!

"Hey!" The sound of gold and iron sounded.

The small buckler in Klein's hand disappeared, and a human-high tower shield appeared in front of him, covering his entire body.

The button just created a spark and bounced to the other side.

"jingle!"

Klein shook the soul-calling bell in his hand.

Several pale skeleton silhouettes appeared behind Bullseye, waving the blade in his hand and slashing down.

"what?"

Bullseye dodged to avoid several machete attacks before he could catch his breath.

Klein waved his staff, and several small blue swords appeared from his back.

"Whoosh whoosh!!!"

After Bullseye hid in the container on one side, he heard only a few whooshing sounds, the container's outer skin was penetrated, and Bullseye's shoulder was also scratched.

"die!"

Bullseye picked up the gun on the ground, raised the gun with his other hand, and pulled the trigger at the top corner of the container with almost no aim.

A flurry of bullets was fired, several of which bounced directly into the mirror-like container group.

"Whoosh!"

Klein was about to be shot, so he raised his hand lightly, pulled a wandering 'noble' resentment in front of him, and let the bullet hit his head.

After successfully blocking the attack, Klein slightly shook the 'Soul Summoning Bell' in his hand.

"jingle!"

The ringtone is crisp.

The next second, a knight with a height of [-] meters and a big sword in each hand appeared in front of him.

"Hack him!"

"Ah."

The Homeless Knight bent his knees slightly and disappeared in the next second.

When it appeared, a storm rose from the ground, sending Bullseye flying directly as he prepared for a second attack.

"what!"

In the small storm, Bullseye still had some strength left. He shook his wrist and shot out a ring, which was as powerful as a pistol bullet.

But the Homeless Knight just tilted his head slightly, feeling deeply offended.

I saw the Homeless Knight crossing his swords with his hands, and an invisible wind blade gathered in his hands, plus the blessing of his own strange power.

"boom!"

When waving it, there seemed to be dragons roaring and tigers roaring, more like gods and ghosts crying.

The two swords were closed, and under the control of Klein's mind, the two swords were raised to the sky, facing the falling bull's eye.

"Ah, no!"

Bullseye yelled.

Seeing that he was about to be raped and cut into pieces, Bullseye took out the mini bomb hidden on his body and threw it down.

At the moment of the explosion, it retreated half a meter with the help of recoil.

It was this half meter that saved my life.

But his hands were almost destroyed by the heat and debris.