Bring Dragon Ball to Marvel

What's going on outside?

When Colleen Wen stood up against the wall with a face full of doubts, the noise coming from outside the door gradually died down, and she fell into complete silence.Mobile terminal m..

"Dangdangdang."

When Colleen Wen started to feel a little worried, someone knocked on the door outside, and a voice that made her feel uneasy came in: "Colleen, it's me. It's safe outside. Open the door."

Before she finished speaking, she heard a sharp and sharp sound of "Zila". Colleen Wen suddenly pushed open the metal cabinet that blocked the door, opened the deformed metal door, and threw herself into Yin who was standing outside the door. Saint's arms.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Saint held Colleen Wen's waist with one hand and patted her back gently with the other: "It's okay, I'm here."

After showing weakness for a moment, Colleen Wen gently pushed Saint and withdrew from his arms: "How did you know to come to me?"

"I just returned to China. When I got home, I didn't..."

Saint's pupils shrank suddenly in the middle of his explanation. He looked at Colleen Winn's thigh that was soaked in blood. He immediately squatted down and checked the injury: "Did you get shot?"

"It doesn't matter."

Colleen Wen shook her head, pressed Saint's shoulders with both hands, and patted her gently in comfort: "It's not a vital part, and no bones were injured."

"It's not a penetrating injury..."

Saint frowned: "Is the bullet still in there?"

After that, without waiting for Colleen Wen's reply, he directly untied the simple bandage on her leg, revealing the hole-shaped wound. Then, without saying a word, Saint raised his arm and slapped the wound. the opposite side.

"what!"

Along with Colleen Wing's scream of pain, the metal bullet in her thigh sputtered out along with a splash of blood. It fell to the ground with a "ding", and she gasped with a "hiss". With a breath of cold air, he slapped the squatting Saint on the head with an angry slap: "Asshole! Don't give me any mental preparation! Won't you tell me in advance?!"

"Isn't that just making you nervous? Why bother?"

After Saint replied in a matter-of-fact manner, he re-bandaged Colleen Wen's wounds, then stretched out his arms one by one, picked her up horizontally, and placed her on a chair in the office with a cool tone. He said: "Sit here and wait for me for a while. After I kill everyone in this building, I will come back to find you."

"Wait! Don't leave!"

Colleen Wen grabbed Saint's arm and, in order to emphasize her seriousness, shouted his full name: "Saint Lee, I don't allow you to kill someone for me."

"Colleen."

Saint stretched out his other arm, held Colleen Wen's wrist, and slowly but firmly moved her hand away: "Believe me, this is not for you, but what I have to do."

"Whoever touches my family must bear my anger!"

After saying these words, Saint let go of Colleen Wen's arm. As she looked on in confusion, he turned around and walked out of the office without hesitation.

Outside the office door, there were more than a dozen bloody corpses lying strewn about. They were the armed soldiers who had just surrounded Colleen Wen. These people, who died in various strange ways, had one thing in common, that was. They all only received one punch from Saint. Oh, no, there is still a difference. Some people received a kick...

Through a large hole with a diameter of more than three meters, bright sunlight shines on the corridor where Saint is. This is because he was in a hurry and was not in the mood to find the entrance and exit, so he directly used the flame protection method to knock it out. …

Saint set off from New York at supersonic speed. After using up more than half of the gas in his body, he returned to a cruising speed greater than or equal to the consumption. When he arrived in Washington DC, hundreds of kilometers away from New York, the gas in his body was completely exhausted. It's still about half way. After breaking through the big hole and killing those soldiers, there is still about [-]% of the energy in the body.

"There are more than twenty people left..."

Saint used his breath sensor to scan and found that the remaining people were gathered together in another corner of the building. He sneered and said, "Just right! I'll take care of you all!"

Saint's body once again erupted in flames. When his feet suddenly hit the ground, he had already activated the starting position of Wu Kong Technique. On the premise of offsetting the gravity of gravity, the reaction force from the soles of his feet was 100 % provided him with acceleration, and his whole figure was like a cannonball being discharged. "Whoosh!" He rushed forward with a sound.

At the same time, in the armory of this secret base, more than 20 fully armed soldiers were nervously pointing their weapons at the only entrance and exit of the armory. It is worth mentioning that three of the soldiers were The rifle he was holding was completely different from those held by other people. It looked much thicker and had a high-tech style that belonged to the future. It was obvious that the person with the highest status among the three of them was present. One of them was a white man with a beard. It is Brock Rumlow, the "Hydra" agent who is loyal to the "Red Skull" and the infamous "Crossbones".

What has to be said is that the lack of strength has severely limited the imagination of Crossbones and others. Who said that to enter this large armory, you can only use the existing entrances and exits?In just a few seconds, Saint used the most brutal method to open a new entrance for himself!

With a loud "Boom!", a large amount of dense dust rose up from the armory. At the same time, more than a dozen broken steel bars, dozens of broken concrete, and several pieces of heavy metal plates were blown away. Due to the direction of the big hole that Saint hit with his head, all of them suddenly shot out!The overwhelming force covered most of the armory!

In this way, the number of more than 20 soldiers was reduced by one-third immediately. Seven or eight unlucky guys were either stabbed through by sharp broken steel bars or knocked over by large pieces of heavy concrete. The most miserable one on the ground was cut in half by a heavy metal plate. His whole body was almost cut in half, but he did not die on the spot. He stretched out his arms that were stained with blood and held them tightly with both hands. He broke the metal plate deeply embedded in his body, and a hopeless wail came out of his mouth. Mixed with the screams of several other people who were seriously injured but not dead, it became more and more helpless and desolate, making people feel creepy.

Saint, the fighting madman, is of course not included. The wails of the dead will only make the Saiyan genes in his body burn even more thoroughly...

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