Bring Dragon Ball to Marvel

"Fire! Fire!!!"

Brock Rumlow, who had been lying down for the first time, jumped up from the ground in a rolling motion. While shouting the order, he also raised the high-tech rifle in his hand. .

The next moment, a dark blue energy beam suddenly appeared in the barrage. If you didn't care about its "short and thin" characteristics, it was actually used by Saint without transforming. "Turtle Style Qigong" is somewhat similar. After the transformation, because his own Qi has turned golden, the Qigong waves he emits are also golden.

Energy weapons?Where did it come from?Isn’t the Cosmic Cube still at the North Pole?

Saint showed a slightly surprised expression. After thinking about it, he immediately realized that the soldiers in front of him were from SHIELD in name, but in fact they were Hydra agents hiding behind them. They had a few things in their hands. The legacy left by the "Red Skull" is quite natural. During World War II, the Nazi leader used the Cosmic Cube to create a large number of energy blocks. Now it seems that these energy blocks have not all been destroyed. .

Attack me with energy?Naive mortals...

Because Saint curled his lips in disdain, his expression looked very arrogant. With his body protected by flames, he not only ignored the metal bullets flying towards him, but also made no attempt to dodge the energy beam that came towards him. He quickly waved his arm and grabbed it with his hand.

The next moment, under Rumlow's horrified gaze, the energy beam that he had placed great hope for disappeared in Saint's hand instantly, without even a splash, giving people the feeling that he was being hit by something. Saint seemed to absorb it.

His feeling was correct, but to be precise, the energy beam was absorbed by the five-star bead in Saint's right hand. The dragon bead in the stone state would absorb all energy bodies without life characteristics and use it to recover It has its own wish-making function, so for Saint, who is a dragon ball, as long as it is a pure energy-based attack, it is purely a gift to him.

Immediately afterwards, before Rumlow could wake up from the shock, Saint had turned into an afterimage, flashing in the huge armory. Depending on the angle of his attack, corpses or corpses flew into the air. , or slid on the ground. For a moment, the scene looked very spectacular.

In Rumlow's view, Saint at this time could only be described as unstoppable. Those dense and deadly bullet barrages seemed like an insignificant background to him, hitting the Each of his metal bullets can only be turned into a puff of shining gold powder. Apart from adding a splendor to him, it has no other effect, and whether he is punching, elbowing, or kicking Every action requires one person to pay the price of his life. Even if it is just a simple collision, no one can bear it. In just one minute, the people who were originally standing were full of people. There were only three living people left in the armory.

Brock Rumlow, and his two lieutenants.

They were able to survive only because of their unique weapons. It's not that Saint was afraid of their energy rifles, but that since their equipment was a level better, they should all be officials, and they still had some residual value. press……

When the energy weapon in hand had no effect and only two of his men were dead, Brock Rumlow realized that there was absolutely no chance of winning. He wisely threw down the weapon and made a plan. With his hands raised in a gesture of surrender, one of his adjutants, who looked much worse than him, shot him suddenly when Saint stopped his rapid movement and slowly walked towards them step by step. .

Saint sneered, and raised his right arm very casually, blocking the front of the dark blue beam with his palm. After absorbing the energy contained in it, he volleyed towards the person who shot him, shooting down from the air. A slap.

With a sound of "Poof!", a bright red flower suddenly bloomed on the floor of the armory. The non-human-shaped mixture of flesh and blood that served as the stamen was the adjutant who overestimated his abilities...

"Bang Lang!"

Seeing this, Brock Rumlow's only remaining lieutenant was so frightened that he threw the energy rifle away from his hand and raised a pair of arms.

Saint came forward and asked, "Which one of you is the leader?"

Hearing this, Brock Rumlow's adjutant's eyes subconsciously drifted and turned to his commander. Because of this tiny and undetectable action, he lost his life in one fell swoop.

Saint kicked the adjutant away and watched him hit the metal wall with a "poof!". He used his own flesh and blood to create an abstract mural...

After appreciating his masterpiece for a while, Saint turned his head and looked at Brock Rumlow: "It seems you are the leader, do you have a name?"

"Rumlow, Brock Rumlow."

Rumlow, who has always considered himself a ruthless person for decades, showed no sign of toughness at this moment. After giving his name very cooperatively, he said with a wry smile: "Are you really a human being? We are I have tried my best to overestimate your strength, but unexpectedly... I still underestimated you far."

Brock Rumlow?This name seems a bit familiar...

Because Saint didn't answer Rumlow's words, he tilted his head and thought for a long time. He really couldn't remember which figure in Hydra this was. Feeling very irritated, he was about to think of the famous Crossbones as a person. The unknown minions were eliminated, and bursts of piercing sirens suddenly sounded in their ears.

"Tsk."

Saint twisted his lips, knowing that because he had opened a big hole in the outer wall of the building, someone must have called the police nearby. He first took out his cell phone from his pocket, then pointed at Rumlow and said: "You are not allowed to make any movements or make any sounds."

Rumlow nodded silently. Although Saint did not mention the consequences of disobedience, he could easily imagine it just by looking at the human remains around him...

"Hello? Colson, please locate the current location of my phone, and then..."

Saint dialed Phil Coulson's phone number and explained the premise in a normal tone. Then, a roar suddenly came from his mouth: "Get over here!!!"

On the other side of the phone, Colson, whose ears were almost deafened, took the phone away with a grin on his face, took a few steps forward, came to a public desk, and patted a handsome-looking man White guy: "Fitz, locate the number I'm talking to now."

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