Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 4 One Shot, One Brother

At that moment, Ang was stunned. It took him half a second to realize that Louis had shouted "RPG"!

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, all I saw was the SUV with two bodyguards in front of me, which, like a flying matchbox, transformed into a burning metal box in the air, spun twice, and crashed miserably into an abandoned phone booth on the side of the road.

Fire and debris flew everywhere.

It's not that the other side was so accurate; at least five RPG rockets were fired at us just now, and one of them hit the target, which is barely acceptable.

For an average person, one shot of this and they're dead.

Free Gotham City, gunfights every day.

Before anyone could even curse, another remote-controlled bomb exploded on the highway.

It wasn't that my hand was shaking and I fired too fast; it's that if those five RPG shots had missed, the bomb would have exploded just as the first bodyguard vehicle arrived.

In an instant, rubble and shrapnel flew everywhere.

When dozens of shrapnel bullets slammed into the front of the extended Lincoln, the entire windshield was immediately covered with a spiderweb of white cracks.

Even though Ang's driver was highly trained, his survival instincts still made him subconsciously jerk the steering wheel and slam on the brakes.

Fortunately, the extended Lincoln weighs over three tons and has a particularly low chassis, so it didn't roll over despite all that harassment.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any good news either.

As the car spun around, it crashed hard into a concrete block on the side of the road, and the airbags deployed immediately.

Fortunately, the car behind was unharmed. The bodyguard in the SUV faithfully drove the car next to the Lincoln, forming a small shelter with a small house on the side of the road.

The three bodyguards jumped out of the car and, using the bulletproof vehicle as cover, unleashed a barrage of fire at the enemy charging towards them.

"Da da da!"

The power of the large-magazine M4 was clearly demonstrated at this moment.

Equivalent to the fierce firepower of a light machine gun, it instantly took down several charging guys and kept many enemies from showing their faces.

The bodyguards were incredibly grateful for Ang's earlier order to heavily armor their troops. Despite having fewer men, they had managed to gain the upper hand in terms of firepower.

"Damn it! It's the Jokers!" Louis cursed as he struggled to unbuckle Ang's seatbelt. "Young master, let's go! They have heavy weapons. It's not safe in the car."

Ang tried to clear his head and glanced out the car window. Sure enough, he saw a group of madmen with red lipstick painted on their lips and their faces painted white, firing back at them with AKs using the "African God of War" style of guns with both hands raised above their heads.

If their target wasn't Ang himself, Ang might well have laughed out loud three times too.

Who are you guys looking at, little brothers?

The Joker gang is notorious for producing a lot of cannon fodder; the guns they use are mostly junk with rifling worn down to almost nothing. They just pull the trigger, and whether the bullet hits anyone after leaving the muzzle is up to fate.

When fate brings you to your end, you die.

If fate isn't on your side, anyone can be a god of war amidst a hail of bullets.

Louis and his two companions grabbed Ang's shoulders and quickly led him to the two-story concrete building by the roadside. Ang's driver then opened the door and dragged Wonder Woman out.

Ang couldn't figure out whether Black Mask and the Jokers had a tacit agreement or were deliberately diverting trouble, since those dozens of Jokers weren't fake.

Actually, there were also members of the Joker Gang in the house. It was clear that Ang's bodyguards were more skilled. After a short but intense firefight, Louis and his men achieved an overwhelming victory thanks to their superior marksmanship, reaction time, and body armor.

Louis's hands trembled as he pried several fragments from the bulletproof vest on his chest. It was clear they were remnants of a shattered shotgun slug. This stuff was extremely lethal to unarmored personnel; even if he couldn't pull the vest off with Kev, he'd most likely be dead.

The piercing pain in his chest told him that he might have broken his ribs, but at least he was still alive.

For the next five minutes, the bodyguards used cover to fire wildly at the Jokers outside. The casualty ratio was overwhelmingly favorable, but they couldn't withstand the sheer number of enemies.

"Go to hell!"

No matter how many people were taken down, there were still fearless guys trying to rush over. Not only across the street, but also people from the abandoned factory in the distance were rushing over.

Beneath their comical exteriors, the members of the Joker Gang are nothing but madness.

In just a short while, the exterior of the house has been renovated in a Syrian style.

Of the six bodyguards, one was killed, another was injured and rendered unable to fight, and even Ang, the leader, had to step in and fire a shot.

"Bang!"

Honestly, Ang was so nervous that he swayed slightly before firing that shot.

Unfortunately, hitting accurately is not as important as receiving well.

The clown gang member opposite suddenly staggered, managing to catch the bullet with his skull, making it seem as if Ang had anticipated the opponent's prediction.

"Boss, well done!" Louis rarely smiled.

Ang smiled wryly, looking at the system notification: "[Headshot kill, shooting experience +233 points]", he was speechless.

Where's Batman? Where's Robin? Anyone is fine!

Come quick, someone save the day!

In Gotham City, you have a chance to successfully call any boss, except the police.

Ang had been prepared for a long time, shining his Batman-branded flashlight outwards countless times, but he still couldn't summon Batman.

At this moment, perhaps having endured undue firepower, the abandoned house, after being riddled with bullet holes by AKs, finally collapsed with a mournful cry.

The house wasn't big to begin with, and with its two bedrooms and one living room layout, one side suddenly became completely exposed. They were forced to huddle in the second-floor living room, enduring fire from all sides.

The dense barrage of bullets kept everyone pinned down, preventing them from even showing their faces.

This forced even the rigorously trained bodyguards to resort to "African marksmanship," merely sticking their guns out the window to fire, trying their best to suppress the oncoming crowd and prevent these crazy clowns in felt hats from charging over.

Once you enter a room for close-quarters combat, your marksmanship will be greatly reduced.

Simply put, the side with more people wins.

"Damn it!" Ang didn't curse like the bodyguards, but he still muttered to himself, "Martha! Louise! Gwen!"

The bodyguards had no idea what their boss was muttering. Only Ang knew that these names could easily trigger the hearing of those with extraordinary hearing abilities, summoning real reinforcements.

He desperately wanted a superhero to appear!

The results of it?

Completely silent!

Damn! Do I still have to rely on myself?

Ang was frantic, silently pleading in his mind: "System! Give me some power! If you can't give me DC or Marvel superpowers, at least give me a drone-level auxiliary shooting system!"

[Received! Host! Activating (Eagle Eye Assisted Aiming System) for you!]

Ang exclaimed in disbelief, "There really is!?"

This is an auxiliary system evolved from the intelligent individual combat system of the Celestial Empire, and it does not exceed the conventional military capabilities of this world.

In Ang's mental world, it was as if a picture-in-picture function had been activated, adding several perspectives looking down from dozens of meters above. Not only that, the muzzle of his MP5K also showed a bullet trajectory aimed by a laser beam.

Without hesitation, Ang pulled the trigger.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The MP5 series submachine guns are known for their low recoil, and even when Ang used "African shooting techniques," it didn't put any strain on his wrists.

The result was...

"Aaaaaah!"

"I've been shot!"

"Fxxk! How can it be so accurate!?"

Despite the seemingly low bullet power of the MP5 series, its actual effective range can reach 400 meters.

Against an unprotected enemy, its lethality is absolutely formidable.

Ang kept sweeping the opposing Joker gang with short bursts of three to four shots, and the enemy's firepower density dropped in just a few breaths.

120 bullets were fired, taking down at least twenty people on the other side.

That's an incredibly high hit rate!

Louis, Ang's bodyguard, stared dumbfounded at his boss: "Everyone uses African archery, so why are you so outstanding? I'm an African chieftain, and you're the African war god?"

"What? One shot, one kill for my little brother? Never seen that before?"

The bodyguards shook their heads in shock.

Despite their initial shock, the exceptional skills of these retired special forces soldiers quickly brought them to their senses. They seized advantageous positions and began to eliminate the remaining enemies from their elevated positions.

But just then, a few stubborn clowns did something very crude, but very effective.

They used the two car doors that had fallen out of the SUV that had been blown up earlier as shields and charged over, yelling.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!" The bodyguards didn't hold back their ammunition, but unfortunately, this thing, like the SWAT team's shield, was truly bulletproof!

The firepower of 5.56 bullets simply cannot penetrate it.

Even though Louis accurately shot one of the clown gang members in the foot, causing him to stumble and fall away from the cover of the car door, and then sniped him, several more clown gang members still rushed over.

At that moment, Ang suddenly became furious, pulled out a grenade from his crotch, pulled the pin, and threw it out.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, several members of the clown gang were turned into clown parts.

The massive casualties finally terrified the remaining guys, who screamed and ran away.

Several bodyguards grimaced as they looked at the horrifying scene approaching their building.

Anggan laughed: "Who set off firecrackers randomly? Look how many bruises the kids have."

(End of this chapter)