Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 16 One Man Forms an Army

The few remaining terrorists, shouting and yelling, drove their jeeps in the direction Tony had fled.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ang found Ethan, who was hiding.

Ethan looked at Ang and Black Canary, who were still alone, with disbelief: "We're just going to go out like this?"

"What else?" Ang seemed to be laughing beneath the mask, which made Ethan feel even more terrified.

What gave Ethan a little more sense of security was that at least the two of them had some equipment that Ethan could understand.

The sexy secretary was a bit over the top, wearing a full set of Level 6 heavy body armor, including a tactical helmet, shoulder pads, neck protector, groin protector, leg protectors, and waist belt, with each tactical module fitted with bulletproof plates. And that wasn't all; she also carried a PE bulletproof shield that was about half a meter wide and one meter high.

Ethan watched as she stood protectively beside him, carrying a shield and a short-barreled MP5K submachine gun, and even put a desert camouflage helmet and a bulletproof vest with a considerable protective area on him. Ethan immediately felt much safer.

Well, he was just wondering, how did the secretary, with such a slender figure, get the strength to carry such heavy equipment?

After all, any single bulletproof insert weighs no less than one kilogram, and the whole set would weigh at least 30 kilograms.

Compared to the secretary, Ang is the one who's really outrageous.

He was still dressed in a suit and tie, but with a Kevlar bulletproof vest fitted with bulletproof plates over it.

At this moment, Ang was not fighting alone; he seemed to be possessed by Chow Yun-fat.

this--

Not Afghanistan, but Shanghai.

Ang took the lead, charging out with unparalleled grandeur, wielding two extended-magazine Glock G36 pistols.

The Black Mask is not omnipotent; it can only mentally control a small number of weak-willed terrorists, and the number can not exceed ten.

With so many terrorists in the valley, everyone was on high alert.

Even though Iron Man had lured the main force away, there were still more than a hundred people left, either searching for the remaining enemies or providing rescue for their comrades who were injured in the explosion.

Walking in and fighting your way out are two different things.

No one expected that Ang would actually... single-handedly form an army!

Through the narrow eye sockets of the ebony black mask, Ang's state was strange; it was as if the background music of Shanghai Bund was echoing in his ears.

"Waves surge—waves flow—"

……

Oops! We've mixed up the shows!

In fact, the moment he heard the first exclamation in Arabic, the light on his retina abruptly switched to a flashing red warning screen.

Following the flashing red arrow, Ang saw the terrorist who was raising an AK rifle at him with a scream in just a tenth of a second.

To outsiders, the enemy outnumbered us, which was undoubtedly a desperate situation.

With twice the agility of an average person, Ang felt that the speed at which the opponent drew his gun was simply appalling, almost like slow motion.

The Glock pistol was aimed at the guy thirty meters away even faster.

"Bang!"

The 9mm bullet traced a long trajectory and pierced the man's eye socket with a whoosh.

Handgun bullets don't have the exaggerated power of rifle bullets, but even a small bullet can easily create a huge lump of real brain matter once it enters the brain.

Without even a dying scream, the guy collapsed to the ground and died silently.

However, the sudden gunfire and the warning cry could not be masked by the occasional explosions on the battlefield.

The remaining terrorists realized what was happening and began searching for the enemy.

They should have been the ones with more people.

They should have had even greater firepower, given their large arsenal of American rifles.

That's how it should be!

Little did they know, they were met with a terrifyingly accurate hail of bullets.

The common perception is that handguns have a slow rate of fire. However, here's a little-known fact: the theoretical rate of fire for the latest versions of the Glock pistol can easily exceed 1,000 rounds per minute.

Ang emptied the 33-round magazine in a few seconds.

The result was an unusual silence from the other side.

Over here, Black Canary had just pressed Ethan's head down and made him hide behind a large rock. As she furtively carried her bulletproof shield and peered through the observation hole on the shield to see what was happening outside, she saw a large number of enemies falling to the ground.

They collapsed to the ground as if drunk, without any angry curses or painful groans, only the faint convulsions of dying.

Yes, youth is wonderful; you can fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow without even uttering a sound.

The black canary was stunned, and its body trembled involuntarily.

After so many days of sparring, she had already admitted that Ang's hand-to-hand combat ability was no less than hers, but she never thought that it would be Ang himself who killed [Black Mask] Roman.

In her mind, such a boastful rich young master should not personally get involved in the fight and stain his hands with blood, nor should he possess such superhuman fighting power.

It seems that his marksmanship is even better than his hand-to-hand combat skills!

"OMG! What kind of boss have I ended up working for?!"

Here, thanks to Mr. Black Mask's Pistol Sharpshooter skill, Ang was able to quickly eliminate enemies within 50 meters of him.

The advantage of dual-wielding pistols is that even if one gun is being reloaded, the other gun can still maintain its firepower output.

With a "thud," the empty magazine fell to the ground. Ang's right hand, hanging down, went to the bottom of the magazine rack at his waist and poked upwards, and a pistol magazine flew nimbly into the air.

Incredibly, his right hand, which had just been lowered, somehow reappeared on the upward-flying magazine, and the narrow magazine miraculously and precisely loaded itself into the pistol grip's magazine.

"Clatter!"

The right-hand pistol, which had been briefly out of service, began to spew deadly gunfire almost continuously once again.

From a distance, those terrorists looked as if they were sticking their heads out and using their brows, throats, and temples to catch bullets.

Then there's the pistol in his left hand...

There was a moment when Ang felt as if he were being bathed in a hail of bullets; in fact, it was the other side that was being bathed in bullets.

If there's anything the other side can truly retaliate with, it's probably the heavy machine gun that just suppressed Iron Man.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The dull sound of a large-caliber machine gun, like tearing cloth, echoed through the valley.

Suppressive fire from 150 meters away!

A 12.7mm large-caliber bullet wouldn't just kill a person with a single shot, it couldn't even withstand a 10mm thick steel plate. Ang had no choice but to avoid its attack.

Seeing that Ang had finally dodged the first time, Black Canary actually breathed a sigh of relief: So my boss is still human after all!

Of course, it was just a brief pause.

The next second, Ang's body emerged from behind the large rock and fired a shot from a distance.

"Bang!"

A soul-stirring shot!

150 meters, that definitely exceeds the recommended range for a pistol.

At this distance, a pistol bullet with an initial velocity of only about 300 meters per second will exhibit a significant decrease in kinetic energy, resulting in a distinct parabola-like trajectory.

This is already a projectile launch, similar to an arrow!

It's fate!

When that 9mm bullet traverses space and heads straight for its theoretical range limit, a simple obstacle can render it ineffective. It might be a dictionary, a button, or even a thick enough layer of fat to completely dissipate its remaining kinetic energy.

Unfortunately, this does not include the eyeball.

Another eye puncture!

Ang silenced the enemy machine gunner with a single shot.

The entire valley was eerily quiet.

"Aaaaah!" If it weren't for an injured terrorist suddenly lunging out from beside a pile of shattered ammunition crates, brandishing a machete and slashing at Black Canary...

The secretary didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Hmph!" After a cold snort, what greeted the guy was a shield that slapped him on the head.

As the man spun around, a long leg flew up and kicked him three meters away.

While the man was still in the air, gunfire erupted from Black Canary's right hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

The valley fell completely silent.

"Boss? Have we retreated?"

Ang hesitated for a moment before replying, "Proceed according to plan."

No wonder he was stunned; he suddenly noticed something he hadn't noticed before.

One by one, ethereal red spheres appeared on the bodies of the terrorists.

When he focused his mind on the red orbs, a miraculous scene unfolded—the red orbs responded to his call, fluttering over and disappearing into Ang's body.

Several red balls even flew right in front of Black Canary and Ethan, without them noticing.

Ang was puzzled: Could this be... the red soul from Kratos, the God of War?

(End of this chapter)