The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Klein was sure that the other party would not kill him, and while he was relaxed, he was not wearing armor.

With a sound that hit the big muscles, every cell in the body was filled with frightening power.

But as his body grew stronger, Klein also found that his body was a little clumsy.

My muscles used to look like a leopard's, but now I look like a fattened lion.

The blow was powerful, but it lacked the agility it had before.

Jin Bin's movements were not fast either. Under that white suit was not fat, but muscles that had been forged for a lifetime.

When Klein's fist struck, he could clearly feel a counter-shock force coming from him, causing Klein's arm to feel considerable resistance.

Jin Bin now fell into the smoke and dust.He stood up slowly, looked at Klein in front of him, and said with a smile: "Not bad power!"

Bullseye on the side directed dozens of people to shoot at Klein.

The bullet hit Klein and only slightly damaged his clothes.

He stood there, motionless.

Countless orange bullets were shot towards him, like stars scattered all over the sky.

In Klein's eyes, the speed of these bullets is not that amazing, but it can't be called slow motion either.

He could see the trajectory, but it was difficult for him to make a specific reaction.

Simply let all these bullets fall on yourself.

This is also a disadvantage of compound No. [-] that cannot be called a disadvantage, that is, the nerve reflex will not be enhanced.

In the movie, Soldier Boy cannot avoid the grenade that is about to explode. He is relatively slow and has high defense.

"Ding Ding!!!"

Countless bullets fell on Klein.

When it hit his skin, it immediately caused some ripples on the skin, but in the next second, they all exhausted their kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

"Da da da..."

Countless deformed warheads circled around Klein.

He smiled and said, "It seems like your weapons are useless to me?"

Unless Kingpin detonates a small-yield nuclear weapon or some unconventional missiles in this room now, Klein will not be injured.

The extremely powerful nerve gas may be able to temporarily paralyze Klein.

But Jin Bin has not lost his mind and will not behave like that.

Bullseye looked at Klein, his hand touched his waist, and suddenly he saw his wrist flip, and a silver blade shot out.

"Whoosh!!"

The blade was almost just a point of light in Klein's eyes, and he couldn't see the details clearly.

Bullseye's throwing knives are already faster than rifle bullets, probably close to the speed of some anti-material sniper rifles.

"boom!"

Klein dodged sideways, but the flying knife did not hit Klein.

Instead, it was knocked away by a bullet, which landed on one side and stuck diagonally into the ground for several centimeters.

"Who?" Bullseye looked towards the door.

A man wearing black clothes with two guns on his wrists walked out.

The person who came was none other than Death Shooter. As a top killer, his outfit had been updated, and his whole body exuded a cold aura like an eagle.

With a flick of his wrist, Bullseye threw out a long metal stick, whoosh!

The iron stick was thrown and hit the dead shooter directly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three gunshots were fired, the hidden weapon broke, and then a bullet hit the remaining items of the iron sign that had not hit the ground.

After the last gunshot, Bullseye had to turn his head to avoid it.

The two looked at each other. Even Kingpin forgot about Klein as a human shield and just looked at the deadly shooter with advanced equipment and superb marksmanship.

"Nice technique." Deadshot said to Bullseye.

He liked Bullseye's hands very much.

"When I was very young, I could use a peanut to hit my snoring neighbor's old lady's mouth from 15 meters away, causing her to suffocate. Since then, I have loved using my talents to do good things. Baseball I was supposed to have a place in the World League, but that thing was so boring. I just threw it away and shot someone in the head. His brains were everywhere... tsk tsk tsk..."

Deadshot shook his head, "It seems we are still different. You are a madman and I am just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people?" Bullseye smiled, laughing at Deadshot's presumption.

"Yes, no matter what the talent is, it is given by God. We must cherish it and not abuse it." Deadshot said.

"Come on, Deadshot came from Gotham just to talk shit to me?"

After Bullseye finished speaking, his hands turned into phantoms and threw many objects.

"Clap clap clap!!"

Many scrap metal objects flew out directly and hit Deadshot.

Deadshot was about to dodge, but his boss, Klein, stood in front of him.

"Da da da...."

All physical attacks were easily neutralized by Klein.

"Hey..." Klein sighed and looked at Bullseye, "You have to coat your body with a layer of Adamantium metal, so how can I refine you into ashes?! It's so annoying!"

Bullseye didn't understand what Klein was saying. He squinted and sneered: "What a pity. Facing you with a gun and a guy who can't be killed, it would have been difficult for me to deal with it in the past. But now. ..."

After parts of Bullseye's spine and skull were enchanted by Edman, his sense of balance went up a notch.

The throwing accuracy of the entire person has been greatly improved.

An ordinary playing card, in his hand, can easily penetrate a thick security door.

A toothpick can directly take away a person's life from a distance of several hundred meters.

Deadshot also noticed the other party's terror.

It looks like a light thrown object, but it contains huge kinetic energy.

If the wrist gun wasn't powerful enough and had extra-dimensional black technology, it could continuously take out bullets from the Osborne Group's special arsenal.

Now Deadshot will run out of bullets and be unable to effectively deal with these bullets, and will face the end of escaping or being wasted.

"I admit, I rely more on thermal weapons than you do. Your hands are weapons. You can turn anything into a sharp weapon...even a leaf can be thrown hundreds of meters away and cut a person's throat open. But... Your upper limit of firepower is too low!"

Deadshot doesn't care why his boss keeps fishing and gets beaten while standing.

But at least Klein is an excellent mt, always resisting damage in the front row.

Deadshot combined his hands, and the wrist gun actually merged into one. He raised his hand and fired a bullet.

A ball of fire surged out and shot towards Bullseye.

Bullseye evaded hastily, and the speed of throwing in his hand also slowed down.

But as soon as Bullseye hit the ground, he picked up the gravel on the ground and threw it suddenly.

Even during evasive movements, Bullseye can draw out his hand and throw out 7 hidden weapons.

Although there are stones here and the bullet casings that were just ejected.

Half of the dozens of security personnel were already dead, all affected by the exchange of fire between the two of them.

There were debris all over the floor, and the newly repaired interior was also full of potholes.

"Haha...it's really...ah!!"

Behind Bullseye, a gray-white shadow appeared on the lower side. Freddy clasped his hands together, took out his index and middle fingers, and thrust them up suddenly.