i'm in marvel fifty fifty

"Hey friend, what's that bulging thing in your pocket?"

"Some essential equipment for self-defense."

''Oh, I understand, after all, we are doing shameful things. ''

"Uh-huh." After arriving in a relatively open area, Duke stopped. The containers here had been cleared out in advance, and the nearest container was dozens of meters away from them.

The feeling of emptiness made Duke nervous.

Bob asked strangely: Why don't you leave, buddy?

"Because it's already here."

"Here we are, buddy, where are your people?" Several people were pulled out from the container, holding the classic weapon Chicago typewriter.

The person leading the way picked up a pistol and shot Bob behind him, but Bob, who sensed something was wrong, dodged.

The sound of "da da da" sounded.

Duke and the others were quickly shot and fell to the ground. The opponent stood on the container and deployed heavy firepower in advance. Duke and the others' small pistols could not hit the opponent at all, and Duke and the others had no bunkers and could only be targets.

Bob let out a wailing cry and fell to the ground. Duke half-knelt on the ground and asked him: "Can I ask one thing before I die?"

A white man jumped down from the container and said, "Hey, you're Big Head Duke. I thought how big your head was. It's said that you've never been shot before. I thought you were so powerful."

He came over and walked up to Duke, pointing a pistol between Duke's eyebrows, "Our previous cooperation was very pleasant, but this is the first time we have met, right?"

Duke nodded hard. It was Duke's men who came to trade with them before.

"Tsk, are you really worth a No. [-] missile?"

"I want to know who is targeting me." Duke covered his chest and knelt on the ground bleeding.

The white man laughed, "Since you are going to die..."

boom.

"Then go to hell with doubts."

The white man turned around and wanted to leave. A frivolous voice sounded from behind, "Boss, it seems you are going to hell with doubts. In fact, I think we can all go to heaven."

"Well, I think so too."

The white man turned his head and looked at the two people who stood up in astonishment as if nothing had happened. Duke even had the time to dust himself off.

砰

Bob clutched his chest with a deathly uncomfortable expression on his face, and slowly bent his knees. The white man exhaled, and was about to turn the gun and point it at Duke.

Bob suddenly jumped up, "Hahaha, I'm going to die, oh God, I was shot, please tell me dear Mary, if I can go back alive this time... I'm sorry... Hahaha, It seems like I can really come back alive this time.”

boom.

"Oh...my dear Mary..." Bob covered his chest again, but the white man pulled the trigger again, bang bang bang until the pistol was empty of bullets.

Duke pulled out his pistol and shot the white man dead.

"Hey, boss, we haven't asked him yet."

"Oh, I forgot."

"kill them"

The sound of the machine gun rang again. Duke and Bob opened the box they brought. Under a pile of automatic rifles, there was a six-turn Gatling machine gun.

"I come."

"Okay." Bob reluctantly held up the bullet chain for Duke.

Duke carried the heavy Gatling gun, ignoring the bullets that hit his body from time to time, and fired wildly in front of him, "Namo Gatli, the Great Merciful, Great Compassion, and Pudu Bodhisattva"

Even though blood sprayed out from Duke's body and his black suit was smashed to pieces, Duke's hand holding the gun did not tremble at all.

After a period of crazy shooting, Duke threw away Gatlin who had empty bullets.

Gatling fired two thousand bullets per minute. The bullets they brought were all used up in less than half a minute. However, at this time, those who jumped from the container to pack them also fell to the ground.

Duke and Bob quickly ran to the container and called names of those who ran away.

"Stop running. If you run again, I'll shoot." Finally, Duke pointed his gun at a person who was looking out from behind the container. Those who tried to escape were already dead. Although Duke couldn't see clearly, Bob He specially brought night vision goggles and he could see clearly.

Now the remaining people are the most suitable for interrogation. If you beat him, you don't dare to rush down and fight. He just turned around and ran away without saying anything. He just cowered and hid behind the container. He is neither brave nor decisive. This kind of person is Don't want to die.

Duke came over and saw four people squatting in a row holding their heads. Duke suddenly laughed, "Pfft, hahaha."

"Boss, why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, I just want to laugh."

"Hahaha."

"why are you laughing."

"I want to laugh too." Bob's laughter was very mean, like a weasel stealing a chicken.

At this time, a man squatting on the ground raised his head and awkwardly pulled the corners of his mouth at Duke, forcing out a reluctant smile.

"boom."

"Did I make you laugh?" Duke asked, smiling at his corpse.

Duke then pointed the gun at the second man and said, "I ask you, if you make a mistake, you will die."

The man didn't dare to raise his head or speak, he could only nod wildly.

"Who is targeting me? No, who sent you here?"

"I do not know."

boom.

Duke pointed his gun at the third man, and Bob warned: "It looks like the police are coming."

"Now is the time to answer, who sent you here?"

"It's a person from Stark Company. He said that as long as we kill you, he will support us to become the boss of this area."

"Stark and I work well together." Duke was confused.

"Because that person is selling marijuana while selling arms, but Duke Big Head does not allow this to be sold within his management area."

"Reasonable."

bang bang.

"Two bullets as reward."

The piercing sound of police sirens was heard in the distance, and Duke wondered: "It's a bit fast today. According to the past speed, shouldn't we come tomorrow morning?"

Although a little confused, Duke and Bob still left here, and of course they didn't forget to take the box of goods with them.

"Boss, thirty more of us died tonight."

"Stop talking, I have a headache too."

The goods were not sold, and people died. Not only did the boss not make any money tonight, but he also lost a fortune, and the security uncles came really in time tonight.

"Put the goods aside for now, and we'll pick them up tomorrow." Duke suggested when he saw the row of vehicles in front of him.

"Where to put it"

"Let the police officers keep it safe first."

"Is this really okay? The noise just now was quite big."

"of course can."

Duke and Bob took the initiative to approach the security officers and raised their hands under their guns.

"Hey, until there is a judge, I am still a legal citizen of the United States of America. Don't do this to me, or I will file a complaint against you."

"I won't say a word to you until my lawyer arrives. Hey, don't take my money. You don't have it yourself?"