Marvel's Pesticide System

The shooting with the aiming skill is really cool

Natasha on the opposite side looked at the weird-shaped pistol in Su Han's hand in shock, and a cold sweat broke out on her head unconsciously:

This man just fired several shots in a row and hit his head with his guns. His speed and accuracy were far inferior to even those of Eagle Eye.

When did this person appear in the bureau?

who is he

After Su Han finished blowing the gun, he quietly inserted the Mark gun back into his waist. After taking a deep look at Natasha, he turned and walked deeper into the passage.

He was confident that after showing such a trick, Natasha would never shoot him again.

Su Han's guess was correct. As an agent, Natasha's vigilance cultivated over a long period of time often makes them less decisive in doing things.

Especially when meeting someone like Su Han whose identity cannot be confirmed but who is powerful,

Agents will never do anything outside of the mission without permission to avoid causing trouble.

Watching Su Han slowly disappear into the depths of the passage, Natasha put away the gun silently, took out a button-like thing from her pocket and stuffed it into her ear, then whispered:

"Director, I met an agent codenamed McDad, who said he was from SHIELD. I asked for confirmation of his identity. He recognized me."

"Zizzi" As soon as Natasha finished speaking, the button in her ear made a weak electric sound. A few seconds later, a thick voice came out:

"I paid you ten yuan. You must have been deceived by this guy."

Natasha: ""

At this time, Su Han had safely escaped Natasha's sight and reached the end of the passage.

This is a large room filled with all kinds of weapons. There are all kinds of guns, from AK series to series, from Mauser revolvers to Desert Eagles.

In addition to the various guns hanging on the wall, various cold weapons can be seen everywhere on the ground, such as short knives, daggers, long swords and machetes. Su Han even saw a large mace that was more than one meter in the weapons pile.

It can be said that except for the absence of high-damage weapons such as explosives and heavy machine guns, basically all the weapons that Su Han can think of can be found here.

At this moment, a group of people were queuing up at a counter at the door of the room, waiting to receive the weapons they wanted to use in the game.

But even these seemingly vicious people have to line up like grandchildren here.

Su Han counted about a dozen people queuing in front of him, and suddenly felt unhappy. How long would the queue last?

So he jumped directly to the front of the queue, patted the table and asked the registration staff:

"Can those who bring their own weapons not queue up?"

Damn it, what’s the point of this pleasure of jumping in line?

Why is it so cool?

Su Han listened to the complaints that came to his mind instantly, and his heart suddenly became happy. He thought that when he was in school, when he was queuing up to eat in the cafeteria, there would always be a group of bad boys who jumped in the queue to buy food. As a fat house, Su Han , except for the two ounces of fat on my belly, I naturally don’t have the courage to express my grievances.

And not only did I feel unfair, I even felt a little bit envious.

But today, with his strength and strong fists, he can finally join the team arrogantly, even if the opponents are dangerous people with weapons.

"No, everyone has to queue up," the staff member in charge of registration was a strong Indian woman. She refused Su Han's unreasonable request without raising her head and said coldly:

"Unless you kill them all"

These two sentences instantly ignited the anger of everyone behind them:

"Boy, don't you want to live? How dare you join my team?"

"Shit, I'm going to tear you to pieces."

"After entering, I will kill you first."

Naturally, all the people who were cut into the queue by Su Han were furious and spoke without any quality. Some even took out their knives and pointed them directly at Su Han.

Su Han looked at the group of embarrassed and ferocious people around him with a smile.