I'm Spider-Man in Marvel

Blood flowed slowly from his mouth, and the purple man who was deep in thought still didn't notice that his brain was completely controlled by anger, and without a trace of hesitation, his body took the lead in taking action.

The purple man kept his movements to a minimum, took the first step carefully, avoided the cameras on the ceiling, and activated a secret switch at a corner.

The wall began to move, and a door appeared in front of him. Enter the password and successfully enter. Inside were all kinds of weapons that were placed in the safe house before, and the purple man quickly selected the appropriate weapon from them.

Two automatic pistols slung around the waist and the notorious king of the room, the 'Big Troll' shotgun.

Take a dozen smoke bombs, flash bombs and shock bombs, this classic combination cannot be forgotten.

As for the classic among the classics - the grenade, the purple man did not let go of the old man, and carried a whole box directly behind his back, and the importance of the safe house seemed to have been forgotten.

After a while, the purple man in full armor came out from inside, and then stepped into the stairs leading to the safe house step by step.

As they gradually approached, the purple man found good news. None of the defense measures in the safe house had been activated, and it seemed that it was not occupied by professionals.

But the anger in Ziren's heart was even higher. A group of idiots dared to enter his safe house where he had invested millions.

There was no defense on the stairs, and the purple people passed the customs smoothly. The iron door of the safe house was not completely closed, and the voice inside was clearer and clearer.

A group of gang members gathered together in the house, a man with dreadlocks hugged the shoulder of the bald man, raised his glass and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, tonight is my good brother's birthday party. Get up here with confidence. There is food and drink here. We can stay here for more than half a month. The outside has nothing to do with us. Tonight we will have a decisive battle." dawn."

"Thank you boss, happy birthday, the decisive battle is dawn, cheers."

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If Ziren was on Jin Bing's side, he would definitely understand the meaning. Unfortunately, he was just a mercenary, that is, a legendary temporary worker with multiple jobs.

It turned out that the planners headed by Jin Bing worried that this contribution was not enough for the sake of the overall situation, so they dispatched professionals, and the ninjas of the Hand also came out in person.

They try to increase the number of participants on the 'stage' through a series of methods such as deceiving, threatening and intimidating, adding a different color to this carnival.

However, there are policies on the top and countermeasures on the bottom. The two sides are fighting in the air, and the small forces have expressed that they can't afford to provoke or hide.

So, tonight, the Purple Man and this group of warriors were destined to meet in the Forbidden...safe house.

It's just that the warriors are drinking heavily and eating meat inside the house, and the real owner, the purple man, is squatting outside, with wounds all over his body.

With such a stark contrast, the purple man did not show any discomfort, because just now, he had controlled the pheromone hormones in his body to spread into the safe house.

At this point, you just need to wait quietly for the passage of time, and the number of people in the house has also been confirmed. There are 22 people in total.

A pair of 22, Ziren felt that the problem was not too big, checked the guns and ammunition in his hand again, and continued to wait for the best time to make a move.

"Boss, there are people outside, Falk squid."

A roar broke the purple man's premeditated plan and alarmed the people in the room. Even the loud music didn't stop them from reacting. They drew their guns in an instant to complete their dispersal and were ready to shoot.

Dirty Braid immediately gestured for the younger brother in the bulletproof vest to take the lead and rushed out, and at the same time shouted: "Brothers outside, maybe we can have a good talk, don't worry..."

During a chaotic battle, the purple man paid the price of several shots in his right leg, relying on the shotgun and familiarity with the terrain, he completed a thrilling double kill.

Knowing that the impact of the injury was underestimated after all, the purple man could not wait any longer, and immediately threw the grenades, flash bombs, and shock bombs on his body into the house.

Not seeking accuracy, just to cause area damage, so as to find your own rhythm and complete the effect of delaying again.

"Be careful to avoid it, it's a grenade..."

Still, the eyes of Dreadlocks were sharp enough to see the sudden outside things clearly, and immediately reminded his younger brothers loudly.

The explosion sounded, and the crowd in the house could only retreat, looking for cover, and lost the first line of defense - the iron gate.

The purple man jumped up, dragged his injured leg, took the opportunity to enter the house, and shouted: "My good brothers, take up the gun in your hand, aim at the enemy around you, and shoot boldly. I will help you today! host."

Due to lack of time, the purple man's control was not in place.

Only some of the younger brothers responded, and before they shot, they shouted in horror: "Be careful, I can't control my hand, hide away..."

As he said that, he pointed the gun in his hand at the brother beside him and pulled the trigger, completely emptying the bullets in the gun before stopping.

Although the control was poor, the real results were extremely significant.

After all, it was still a small gang with little experience. No one thought that their brothers who lived and died would shoot so easily.

Blood and bullet casings splattered everywhere in the house. Suddenly, painful howls and cursing resounded throughout the safe house, and the music playing in the device seemed to be accompaniment.

After bombing with grenades and brothers killing each other, more than half of the 22 people who were standing in the house were lost now, and only ten people escaped.

Among them, three members lost the ability to continue fighting, lying on the ground weakly, strictly speaking, they were on the verge of death, and looked at their boss, Dreadlocks, helplessly.

Ziren only felt a pity. If there were two or three more minutes, he would not need to make a move at all. It must be a duel between their brothers.

But it is not too late now, the rhythm of the battle has returned to his control, and the purple man continued to shout: "My good brothers, continue what you desire deep in your heart, revenge."

As soon as the words fell, the rest of the people raised their guns subconsciously, but they didn't aim at the purple man, but looked at the people around them, and looked at each other very vigilantly, not daring to get any closer.

The purple man was extremely happy seeing this scene, and continued to utter the most sincere words to everyone, some of whom had already begun to waver gradually.

After all, the purple man's delaying tactics have already taken effect, and most people don't have enough willpower to resist.

Besides, there are bound to be frictions in getting along with each other, and the purple people's words are to amplify the anger in their hearts.

At this critical juncture, the last person, the bald man who is the protagonist of tonight's birthday party, rushed out of the kitchen and started to act under Ziren's unexpected eyes.

I saw the bald-headed man stepping forward directly. Anyone with a struggling expression on his face would give him a sleeping fist, easily 'persuading' him to sleep. He is the best therapist for insomnia patients.