Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 11 Divine Soldier descends from heaven
With a dodge, Su Ge had already appeared in front of Coulson, and saw that the dagger was about to be inserted into the other's chest.

Coulson knew he was going to die, and he was already lamenting the preciousness of life in his heart, but the moment he was about to play the glorious bomb, he saw the clown's expression changed drastically and he backed away.

As if at the same moment, a golden ornate spear tore through the ground as if piercing butter.

Immediately afterwards, a burly figure kicked the clown with a crackling sound of air.

This mighty kick pinned the difficult lunatic to the wall, and the figure opened his hand, and the spear flew back into his hand automatically.

With a standard throw, the spear pierced the clown's belly, pinning him to the wall like a rag doll.

Before it was over, the figure rushed over again, stepped on the end of the spear, and nailed it deeper.

Looking at the clown whose wound was torn open and spit out a mouthful of blood, the figure said angrily, "I got you! Bastard!"

All this happened so quickly that Coulson didn't see the image of the comer until after the game had been decided.

He was bare-chested, showing his muscles like ancient Greek sculptures, with bright red battle patterns tattooed on his face and body.

Still a bald head.

The domineering figure made Coulson, who was still in shock, think of a word for no reason.

Mars!

Coulson was about to step forward to chat, but was stopped by a loud shout: "Turn around!"

Coulson did not hesitate and chose to believe this stranger who suddenly appeared.

He vaguely heard the clown's wild laughter, and said: "Do you really think you can catch me?"

Then there was a burst of chaotic and shrill laughter, just hearing it made one's heels go weak.

Without making him wait too long, the big man said, "Okay."

Coulson turned around and saw that the big man crushed a weird doll and threw it aside.

"What's that?" Coulson asked.

"The scare box is a troublesome little prop." The big man said with a cold expression, "I was run away by that bastard."

"You know him?"

The big man clenched his spear and looked at the werewolf who was out of his berserk state in the distance because there was no one around. He didn't even look at Coulson and said, "The battle is not over yet."

Coulson: "Wait a minute, support will be here soon."

But the big man didn't listen to its advice, and Coulson could only bite the bullet and follow.

When it got close to a certain distance, the werewolf figure that entered the standby state pressed the switch.

It looked at Coulson with blood-red eyes, bared its fangs, and breathed heavily. The strange device on its back made a pumping sound again, and the green liquid in the strange tank was oscillating endlessly.

Covering his wound, Coulson remembered the previous information.

"This monster is sensitive to blood."

Sure enough, the werewolf didn't seem to see the big man beside him, and rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Coulson raised his gun and fired. There was a bang bang bang, and the shell casings fell to the ground.

He emptied a clip, but couldn't even delay the werewolf's attack.

Fortunately, the great man beside him is strong enough...

The strong man took a lunge, left a deep footprint, and rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Amidst the explosion, Coulson seemed to see a bull hitting the werewolf, forcing the latter back.

The strong man wiped his hand on the spear, and the golden tip of the spear burned blazingly.

The ensuing battle made Coulson put down his gun in despair.

He felt that he was watching a big drama where man and nature fought hand-to-hand in ancient times.

This heroic figure of completely abandoning hot weapons and fighting beasts with flames and spears shocked his heart as if he had crossed the long river of time.

The big man dodges, stabs, parries and then counterattacks, playing with his prey nimbly.

That powerful physical strength, combined with the commensurate fighting skills, finally allowed him to completely suppress this terrifying monster.

Soon, under the continuous accumulation of injuries, the werewolf fell into a decline visible to the naked eye. The flame ignited his hair and burned his skin. The fiery spear pierced its body, and when it was pulled out, it was burned Burnt flesh.

The big man should have sensed the weakness of his opponent, so he stepped up his offensive rhythm, intending to quickly end this one-sided battle.

The dancing spear hit the werewolf's hind legs, and Coulson heard a muffled sound of bones snapping, and the monster's body fell to the ground.

Without giving it a chance to get up, the spear pierced the monster's body from behind.

Coulson was sure that this attack definitely hurt the werewolf's heart.

But it is still struggling violently.

Although this resistance was of no avail, Coulson still clearly recognized the difficulty of this monster.

Knowing that the battle was over, the agent calmed down and walked over.

As soon as he approached, the werewolf's blood-red eyes turned around.It flared its nostrils, looked wildly, and tried to stretch its neck to bite him.

This frightening look made him take a step back, and with a light cough, Coulson moved closer to a safer direction.

The big man was pinching his chin and watching the werewolf, as if he was thinking about something.

Although there are many questions, Coulson wisely chooses not to interrupt his thinking.

It didn't take long for the big man to make a decision. He stepped on the werewolf's shoulder and reached for the pot on the monster's back.

As his muscles swelled, he shook violently.

The werewolf's struggle became ten times more intense in an instant, as if the big man was tearing its soul apart.

Coulson noticed that as the connection between the weird jar and the monster's body gradually loosened, the beast-like howl of the werewolf gradually turned into a miserable human voice, and the protruding skull and sharp claws were also moving toward the human head and the human body. Hands and feet change.

It should feel almost done, the big man took a step back and kicked the jar containing the green liquid, completely separating it from the werewolf's body.

All that remained was a human corpse pierced by a spear.

Pulling out the spear, the big man picked up the pot and was about to leave.

Coulson hurriedly chased after him, and under the indifferent gaze of the other party, he said under pressure:

"Sir, I belong to the Homeland Strategic Defense and Logistics Support Bureau, can you please cooperate with us in some investigations?"

"What game?"

Coulson opened his mouth, and was about to say it again when he was interrupted by the big man.

"You are rulers?"

"...I guess." Coulson could only answer in this way.

The big man nodded and said, "Do as the Romans do."

Although his tone was distant and indifferent, the big man seemed to agree...

Coulson smiled friendly: "My name is Coulson, Phil Coulson, may I ask?"

"Kratos."

After a while, the support troops arrived belatedly.

After ordering them to rescue the wounded, investigate and collect evidence, Coulson handed over the on-site command to his subordinates, and he drove to a KFC with the big man himself.

No way, when looking for a place to talk, the big man said he was a little hungry...

And only 1-hour fast food restaurants are still open at 24:[-] in the morning.

The waiter brought the tray over, and looked at the big man's figure and eye-catching tattoos with bright eyes. When he put down the things, he patted the back of the big man's hand, winked, and then turned and left.

Coulson: ... don't you want a tip?

The big man picked up a small note from the tray, and asked Coulson suspiciously: "What is this?"

Glancing at the phone number above, Coulson was hesitant about how to answer...

"It's a phone number, and it's an invitation to a date."

Skimming over this topic, Coulson was about to start getting information about the other party, but was interrupted by the notification tone at the front desk.

"Thump thump, NO.13 customer, please pick up your meal."

Coulson touched his bald head, feeling that the world is full of malice.

(End of this chapter)