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Chapter 144 The Counterattack Is Coming (4K)

"Why don't you kill me?"

Unlike Hydra, Erin only imprinted Bucky's loyalty to himself deep in his mind, without tampering with his memories.

Not to mention erasing Bucky's memories like Hydra did.

For Erin, what he wanted was a capable subordinate who could make independent decisions and handle most things for him.

Rather than a mindless killing machine that only obeys orders.

Inside the warehouse, the Joker, Arryn, looked at Bucky and chuckled, saying, "Bucky Barnes, you're even more cowardly than I thought. Hydra did those things to you, treating you like a puppet and manipulating you for decades... And the first thing you did when you woke up wasn't to seek revenge against Hydra, but to cowardly beg for death like a idiot. That really opened my eyes."

Hearing the undisguised sarcasm in the Joker Erin's words, Bucky clenched his right fist tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

He growled in a hoarse voice, "Do you think I don't want revenge? You have no idea what a behemoth Hydra is now..."

Over the decades, although Bucky was brainwashed by Hydra and became a killing tool in their hands, he also truly witnessed just how powerful Hydra was.

Compared to such a behemoth, what difference is there between him and an ant trying to stop a chariot with its bare hands?

Even if he fought desperately, how much damage could he possibly do to Hydra?

Moreover, with the hidden power of Hydra, they have plenty of ways to crush those who oppose them.

Even if you were once the enemy's ace assassin.

"cut!"

Before Bucky Barnes could finish speaking, the Joker, Erin, let out a disdainful sneer.

"So you're afraid to take revenge just because Hydra is powerful? Decades ago, you dared to stand with Steve Rogers and bring Hydra, which was at its peak, down to its knees. Now, you don't even dare to reveal your true name, only daring to hide in the shadows and stir up trouble behind the scenes. You don't even have the courage to seek revenge against Hydra. It seems I misjudged you. I shouldn't have helped you break free from Hydra's control at all, because you are not qualified to stand by my side and take revenge on Hydra with me..."

As they were talking, the clown Erin suddenly noticed that several alarms he had set up outside the warehouse had been abruptly triggered.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he tossed a fully loaded pistol in front of Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, and said coldly:

"I don't have time to comfort a piece of trash. Hydra's vengeful men have arrived. If you want to die, just shoot yourself. I won't stop you... Of course, if you still have a shred of courage, you can pick up a gun and follow me, and watch how I crush the behemoth in your eyes."

Done.

The clown, Erin, ignored Bucky Barnes and walked alone toward the warehouse door.

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"Hydra..."

Watching the Joker Erin's figure recede into the distance, Bucky muttered to himself, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred.

a long time.

Bucky picked up the pistol in front of him, stood up abruptly, and followed the direction where the Joker, Arryn, had disappeared.

Arryn the Joker, with his back to the Winter Soldier, heard footsteps behind him, and a slight smile appeared on his face hidden behind the Joker mask.

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In the former stronghold of the Water Ghost Gang.

Wearing glasses, the somewhat refined-looking bald-headed Sitwell squatted in front of the corpse of "Crossbones" Brock Rumlow, his face unusually grim.

Their gloomy appearance was so intense it was almost as if they could drip water.

To deal with the mysterious Joker, Sitwell not only sent the experienced "Crossbones" Brock Rumlow with twenty elite Hydra agents, but also dispatched the Winter Soldier, whom they regarded as their ace assassin.

He thought he had taken the Joker seriously enough, but he never expected that such a powerful lineup would be so easily defeated in such an inconspicuous building as Hell's Kitchen.

Not only were twenty elite agents, including "Crossbones" Brock Rumlow, killed or wounded, but Hydra's heavily invested killing machine, the Winter Soldier, also went missing.

So many people have fallen victim to that flashy clown.

As the person in charge of developing this plan, Hitwell knew he bore inescapable responsibility for it.

If the loss cannot be recovered and the mistake cannot be made up for.

Those within Hydra who were eager to climb over him to the top would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and would act without hesitation.

There is only one way to recover the losses and make up for the mistake in a short period of time.

That is to kill the culprit behind this mistake—"The Joker"—and take the Iron Monger's head from him.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Sitwell's eyes. He slowly stood up, wiped his right hand, which had touched the corpse of "Crossbones" Brock Rumlow, with a tissue, and then asked his assistant in a cold voice.

"Is everyone here?"

"Our men have surrounded the warehouse where the Joker is hiding. Kingpin's men have also arrived outside the abandoned warehouse where the Joker, Erin, is hiding. Meanwhile, the New York City government has approved our request to use high-powered weapons. As long as you give the order, we can use high-powered weapons at any time to completely wipe the Joker and his abandoned warehouse from this world."

Hitwell nodded, his tone chilling. "Tell Kingpin that their men can make their move."

"yes!"

"Once Kingpin's men are inside, get the snipers in position. Snipe everyone coming out of that warehouse from every angle, no blind spots. Don't let even a fly escape, understand?"

"yes!"

Sitwell's assistant hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What about Kingpin's men? When they come out, are we going to kill them all too?"

Hitwell glanced at his assistant, his face expressionless, and said, "Have you forgotten the reasons we requested permission from the New York City government to use high-powered weapons?"

Hitwell's assistant shivered when he was stared at by his superior's cold gaze.

He suddenly remembered that the reason they applied to the New York City government for permission to use high-powered weapons was to crack down on the rampant and dangerous gang in Hell's Kitchen.

original.

His superiors never intended for Kingpin's men to survive from the very beginning.

After understanding Hitterville's meaning, he quickly realized that he had asked a stupid question, immediately answered loudly "Yes," and then bowed his head and retreated.

After he left.

A hint of mockery flashed across Hitwell's face.

Having paid such a high price himself, how could he allow Kingpin to stand by unscathed and watch the show?

Moreover.

Moreover, if handled well, eliminating dozens of vicious gang members can more or less make up for some of the consequences of previous decision-making errors.

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the other side.

Outside the abandoned warehouse where the Joker Erin was, a group of bald men with chains around their necks hung up the phone call that Kingpin had personally called.

Then, with a sinister grin, he waved to his underlings.

next second.

Five black, modified vans were opened with a "whoosh," and then heavy man rocket launchers were carried out of the vans by tall, burly men.

The bald man pointed to the warehouse door behind one of his underlings.

The underling immediately understood, aimed the rocket launcher on his shoulder at the door of the abandoned warehouse, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

With a loud explosion, the door to the abandoned warehouse was smashed open instantly.

Numerous fragments, like bullets fired from a gun, were flung into the warehouse.

"hey-hey!"

The burly man, who had been carrying the rocket launcher, put down the rocket launcher barrel from his shoulder and nodded in satisfaction, seemingly quite pleased with his accurate strike.

The bald man with an iron chain around his neck revealed a ferocious smile.

As expected of a rocket launcher made by Stark Industries, its power is far superior to those inferior products from Hammer Industries.

If it weren't for the rather troublesome enemy they were facing this time, the boss probably wouldn't have been willing to take out these Stark Industries rocket launchers.

After all, Tony Stark has now closed Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing division, and such high-quality rocket launchers are no longer available for purchase.

The inventory they had was found by their boss in the warehouse; it was a case of each one they used being one less available.

But if these things can solve the problem of that clown in the warehouse, then it's all worth it.

The bald man with an iron chain around his neck was confident that if he could take care of the clown inside who had caused them countless losses, his boss, with his personality, would certainly not be stingy with his reward.

With anticipation for the future, the bald man with an iron chain wrapped around his neck waved his hand.

next second.

"call out!"

Another Stark Industries man-portable rocket launcher was fired at the blown-open door of the abandoned warehouse.

Stark Industries' Hellfire rocket launcher, trailing a long trail of flame, charged straight into the abandoned warehouse like a raging bull with its tail set ablaze.

boom!!

A dazzling burst of flames instantly rose into the empty warehouse!

But this was not the end. Soon, the third, fourth, and fifth individual rocket launchers were blasted into the abandoned warehouse by the enemy.

The violent explosion made the abandoned warehouse shake several times.

"Walk!"

Before the thick smoke from the explosion in the warehouse could dissipate, the bald man with an iron chain around his neck waved his hand and jumped into the Hummer next to him, then drove into the abandoned warehouse ahead.

The boss rushed in, so of course the bald guy's underlings wouldn't stay put.

A short while later, forty or fifty gangsters followed three cars and rushed into the warehouse.

"The show is about to begin!"

Seeing the dozens of people rushing in, Clown Erin pulled out a remote control from somewhere and pressed a red button on it.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a car that had just rushed into the warehouse was suddenly thrown away by a violent explosion.

With several screams, the gangsters in the car were engulfed by the towering flames.

"Watch out, there's a landmine!"

Upon seeing this, someone in the other two intact cars immediately shouted something and then got out of their car without hesitation.

If there are other landmines buried in this warehouse, sitting in these vehicles would be much more dangerous than walking inside the warehouse.

But they didn't even wait for them to get off the bus.

Several more explosions rang out in succession.

Amidst the continuous explosions, the remaining two cars were engulfed in flames within seconds.

Damn it.

The bald man, who had tumbled off his Hummer in a disheveled state, spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately yelled at his men, "Counterattack... You idiots, what are you all standing there for? Counterattack! I'm going to kill that despicable clown!"

chug chug!

At the bald man's stern shout, gang members quickly stepped forward, raised their guns, and opened fire indiscriminately into the smoke-filled depths of the warehouse.

In an instant.

The walls of this abandoned warehouse are riddled with bullet holes, turned into a honeycomb by countless bullets.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang······"

Just as Kingpin's gangsters were blindly firing into the depths of the warehouse, thick with smoke.

The clown Erin, who was hiding near the warehouse entrance, took the opportunity to quickly fire his gun at the people.

The clown Erin, holding a gun in each hand, fires bullets that are like death knells, each bullet taking away a life.

In no time, more than a dozen people fell to the clown Erin's gun.

"Watch out, that guy is behind us."

"What?"

"That damn clown is behind us, at seven o'clock, everyone kill him."

Amidst the acrid smoke and feeling his heart pounding, Erin couldn't help but lick his lips and exhale, "We've been discovered! Well then... die!"

Erin's eyes suddenly turned black, and in an instant he could see the positions of all the enemies. He watched as the gangsters quickly turned around and fired their guns at him.

He suddenly turned around and flung his hands in different directions.

【Arc-shaped ballistics technique】

next second.

The bullet leaves the barrel!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two bullets traced graceful arcs through the air, each blasting the head off one gangster, then continuing their trajectory to strike the head of a second gangster…

After the two bullets, having exhausted their last bit of kinetic energy, pierced the skull of the last enemy and never came out again.

In an instant.

A dozen or so gangsters, who had turned their guns on the scene and were charging in with menacing force, had already fallen to the ground with thuds, heading to hell to report to Mephisto.

And this time.

On the other side, Bucky also fired a shot, ending the life of the bald man who was trying to escape.

(Just a heads up: to increase average daily subscriptions, all future chapters will be 4000 words long. However, the daily update count will remain at 4000 words; it's just that two chapters will be combined into one. Don't worry.)

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