American Comics: I Am Tall, Rich And Handsome, But I Was Pushed Back By Black Widow

With the help of Shi Wen Se Ba Qi, Byrne stepped on the bullet-riddled floor and walked to Natasha Romanoff.

"How are you?"

As he got closer, Byrne discovered that Natasha Romanoff's face was disguised, but he remained silent.

Hearing his question, the famous Black Widow didn't know what to say.

Kaka!

Seeing that the shooters hadn't realized that the bullets had been emptied, Byrne looked at Natasha Romanoff to remind her.

"Notice!"

Natasha Romanoff was startled, what was she paying attention to?

Then I saw him kicking his feet down hard!

Eee! Click!

Along with the sound of tearing wood, more than half of the entire attic floor, which was less than ten square meters, was torn apart.

"ah!!!"

The five gunmen were directly pinned down!

"Fake! Retreat quickly! Retreat!"

Jason at the moment didn't care whether he could complete the mission or not. He knew that if he was caught, there was only one chance of death.

The other gunmen didn't want to fight for a long time. After hearing Jason's order, they fired their guns backwards and ran downstairs.

Byrne took a lunge and chased after him without giving in at all!

Natasha Romanoff looked at his fierce back, is this what a rich second generation can do?

He stretched out his hand to support the floor and landed on the second floor.

Picked up two pistols, replaced the magazines, and walked towards the stairs.

on the street.

"Mr. Phil, we must ensure the safety of Mr. Byrne Stark!"

At the moment, Pepper broke away from Melinda's support, walked up to Phil Coulson, and looked directly at him, with such firm eyes that even the experienced Phil Coulson couldn't help but dodge.

At this moment, a burst of intense gunfire came from the residence!

"Byrne!"

Pepper looked towards the house with red eyes.

The agents were pointing their assault rifles at the doors and windows, and the safety guards were all on.

"Don't shoot!"

When Phil Coulson saw Natasha Romanoff on the second floor, he raised his hand, and the agents raised their guns to prevent misfires.

The gunmen who fled in a hurry poured out all their bullets in a panic.

Byrne's body froze, and he easily dodged the incoming bullets. His free and easy movements were full of domineering confidence in what he had seen and heard.

When the gunmen saw this, they yelled, "Shet! Who said he is just an ordinary college student?"

After signaling, Natasha Romanoff saw Byrne striding behind the fleeing gunman like a silent Ghost.

Click!

With a twist and a lift, the gunman with his back to Byrne fell to the ground!

During this process, the gunman did not resist at all, and Natasha Romanoff gasped when she saw this.

Because in her opinion, every step Byrne took was in the blind spot of the gunman's sight.

That's why he was ready to die as if he had no resistance.

Passing through the stair door, a loud roar sounded behind Byrne!

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

A large knife hit Byrne on the back of the head with such force that it seemed to split him in half from top to bottom.

Having already noticed Jason's movements, Byrne tilted his body and slid to one side, easily dodging the knife.

"I come!"

Natasha Romanoff jumped from the second floor to the first floor, stuck both guns behind her waist, put on a dagger and started to stalk Jason.

Byrne felt relaxed and happy. As he walked, he picked up a pistol on his toes, held it in his hand, and strode towards the gunmen.

The sound of footsteps hit the floor, and a group of gunmen fired a burst of fire in the direction of the sound!

boom!

There was a gunshot, and standing in the middle of the gunmen, a gunman who had just raised his pistol fell into a pool of blood.

"Farke! Farke! Farke!"

"How did this guy do it!"

Everything in front of them was beyond their imagination, but they couldn't resist and could only wait for Death God's footsteps to get closer and closer.

Although Byrne had just entered college before traveling through time, he was still just an 18-year-old boy in this world.

However, facing crazy enemies and bullets flying everywhere, perhaps it is because of the confidence brought by [Master Level Comprehensive Combat Ability].

It made him surprisingly calm, without any fear.

Every time a firework came out of the gun, a hotshot fell under his gun.

Outside the residence, agents led by Phil Coulson have killed all the guards.

The small houses were surrounded, but no one dared to stand up.

Because, from time to time, a few stray bullets would hit the shield facing the house.

At this time, several embarrassed figures rushed outside holding pistols and shooting indiscriminately.

A long-awaited agent stretched out his gun from the surrounding jungle, pointed it at them and pulled the trigger!

Corpses fell one after another, and not long after, a swaying figure gradually approached the door.

"Byrne!"

Two agents stepped forward, supported Byrne, and then slowly helped him out of the door.

At the same time, Pepper rushed up and saw Byrne walking out with a pale face and cold sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, God!"

"Sister Pepper, I'm fine!"

Byrne smiled brightly and raised his arms to show off his biceps.

Unexpectedly, this moment made Pepper's eyes red and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sister Pepper, really, I'm fine, really..."

Byrne, who had never been cared about by anyone, only felt a kind of warmth that he had never felt before, and he was in a hurry for a while.

He knows his own affairs, and he knows that he has been using sex and domineering for a long time, and his body, strength and spirit can't keep up.

Especially after he tried to enter bullet time again, he felt like he had a splitting headache.

Fortunately, he had already cleaned up all the rubbish.

Phil Coulson waved his hand, and the agents who had been waiting for a long time entered the house in two groups.

When they walked into the first floor, they were shocked to see corpses lying everywhere in the living room.

At the top of the stairs, Jason, who was two meters tall, was lying on the stairs, covering his shoulders, ribs, waist and abdomen, legs, elbows and armpits.

There were a total of thirty-seven wounds on his body, all of which were non-fatal. The one that killed him was a penetrating wound in his throat!

It was obvious that he was relieved after being vented by Natasha Romanoff.

"Byrne, let's go home!"

Pepper said goodbye to Phil Coulson, helped Byrne to the roadside, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his cold sweat.

A black Cadillac bulletproof sedan came oncoming.

"Hey, boy!"

From afar, Happy stuck his big head out of the car window and waved his arms at Byrne.

"I knew you would be fine!"

The car turned around, Happy got out and smiled, and Byrne nodded.

"Happy, Byrne needs to be checked, let's go home!"

"Lots of Miss Potts."

With Pepper's help, he got into the car and looked at the ten centimeter-thick bulletproof glass and thicker armor. Byrne also relaxed completely.

Pepper also breathed a sigh of relief, took out her phone, and contacted the Stark family's medical team.

The car started and drove to Byrne's residence on New York's Upper West Side.

Then, Pepper started calling Tony, and Byrne listened to the busy signal on the receiver.

Look to the east, where a superhero is being born.

Washington.

The iconic three-winged building.

A middle-aged man with dark skin, wearing a black coat and an eyepatch on one eye answered the phone.

"What?! Stark is missing?"