American comic book series: The beginning of fusion with Homelander

At this moment, as expected, some content was updated on Luo Xia's system panel.

[New task generated:]

The mission is as follows: Protect Howard Stark, ensuring he remains intact and unharmed.

[Task Reward: 50 Origin Points]

Fifty origin points?

Luo Xia was immediately provoked; the amount of Origin Points this time was far too small.

I still had a hundred Origin Points after killing the saber-toothed tiger, but this time I only have half of that.

But considering the current situation, well, dealing with some weaklings, the reward can't be too high.

Chapter 023 Hurry, it's dangerous!

Bang bang bang!

Inside the tavern.

The SHIELD agents and the assassins who had been hiding for so long no longer pretended and quickly entered combat mode, unleashing a barrage of bullets from their weapons at each other.

"Sir, follow me!"

In the midst of the chaos, the bartender came to Howard Stark's side, covering the two as they quickly retreated towards the door.

Boom!

Several bullets were fired, and an enemy rushed forward, trying to stop Howard and his group from leaving.

The bartender quickly pinned Howard and his companion under the table and suddenly pulled the trigger...

Bang bang bang!

The bartender fired three shots in quick succession, all of which hit the assassin in the chest.

For some reason, those assassins didn't seem to be professional agents; their marksmanship was far inferior to those of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"Sir, let's go."

After the bartender shot and killed the assassin, he planned to continue his journey with Howard Stark.

But at this moment.

Boom!

Two more shots rang out, and the two bullets pierced through the bartender's body.

The bartender stared wide-eyed at the man who had fired the shot, hardly believing his eyes.

Why is that guy completely unharmed even after being shot three times?

why?

Three shots were fired, and the blood had stained the other person's chest red!

According to the bartender's experience, the other person should have just collapsed to the ground, slowly lost consciousness, and then died. What happened?

But at that moment, no one could answer the bartender's question.

Because his consciousness was beginning to fade, he collapsed to the ground.

"Thomas!"

"Thomas!"

Howard Stark lay sprawled on the ground, too afraid to get up. He stared at the bartender lying beside him, his face filled with sorrow.

Bang bang bang!

But then, a barrage of bullets came flying at him, startling Howard Stark so much that he quickly ducked his head inside.

They never dared to show their faces again.

"Forehead!"

"Forehead!"

In the short time that followed, the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents also fell one after another.

The number of assassins was actually not that many, only three people, but for some reason, they were all incredibly resilient.

Even if you are shot, you will not be affected at all.

That's why the three assassins didn't care about the bullets; they just kept firing relentlessly at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents without dodging or flinching.

This resulted in a large number of casualties among S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

The situation on the scene was extremely critical.

"Mr. Stark."

But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

Howard Stark turned his head and saw an incredibly young face appear before him.

"It's dangerous here, get out of here! They're not targeting you, get out of here now!"

Howard Stark called out anxiously to Rorschach.

Howard wasn't surprised that Rorschach recognized him; as he himself said, he was a celebrity, big or small.

It doesn't matter if someone recognizes you or something.

“I’ll take care of these guys, but in the meantime, you need to stay here quietly and don’t make any rash moves,” Rorschach said to Howard Stark in a serious tone.

“Hey kid, you think this is the time to play the hero? This isn’t a movie, people really die!” Howard Stark whispered to Rorschach.

But Rorschach didn't say anything more to Howard Stark; he reached out and picked up a shard of a broken bottle from the ground.

Suddenly, he flicked his wrist and fired at an assassin in front of him.

Swish!

laugh!

A cold glint flashed by, and the next moment a spray of blood spurted out.

However, the shard of glass in Rorschach's hand, like a hidden weapon, pierced through the wrist of one of the assassins.

Clang!

The gun in the other person's hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground.

Swish!Swish!

laugh!laugh!

Rorschach continued his actions without pause, sending out two more shards of glass.

With two muffled groans, the other two assassins were also struck in the wrists and lost their weapons.

"Are you kidding me?"

Howard Stark was completely dumbfounded, staring at Rorschach as if he were a monster.

Even the top agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. don't have that kind of skill.

No, not even the Howling Commandos, who once terrified Hydra, could achieve that.

After all, glass shards are so light that it's impossible for an ordinary person to throw them with such force.

"Stay here quietly."

Rorschach then gave Howard Stark another instruction.

"You guys, move back to Howard's side!"

Rorschach then called out to the few remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Although those people didn't know Rorschach at all, they were able to tell the situation apart and immediately retreated to Howard Stark's side to form a protective stance.

Unfortunately, the only exit route was blocked by the assassins, preventing them from taking Howard away first.

For now, they could only guard Howard and wait for the mysterious young man to deal with the three assassins.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Luo Xia strode towards the three assassins.

Since these people are so physically strong that even bullets can't kill them, Luo Xia really wants to try and see if they can still be alive and kicking if he blows their hearts out.

"I knew this operation wouldn't go so smoothly."

A bald black assassin casually pulled the shard of glass off his wrist.

He didn't even blink.

It was as if the hand pierced by the shards of glass wasn't even one's own.

"Lem, this kid isn't an ordinary person. What exactly is he?"

On the other side, a long-haired assassin casually glanced at the third assassin, who was wearing a shirt, and asked.

"I don't know what they are, but they're clearly not those disgusting living dead!"

The shirt-wearing assassin stared intently at Rorschach as he answered his companion's question.

Living dead?

What the hell is this?

Rorschach was a little curious about the name, but didn't say much.

He quickened his pace and rushed toward the assassin closest to him.

"Perfect timing! Let me tear this brat to shreds!"

A cruel smile appeared on the bald black assassin's face.

"Now is not the time, don't transform!" Lyme hissed at the other side.

Transformation in public can cause a lot of trouble.

"Hehe, there's no need to transform at all."

The bald black assassin uttered these words and charged towards Rorschach as well, the two colliding in the blink of an eye.