Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Following the silent tough guy step by step, Little Spider knew that in such a narrow terrain and facing an army of enemies with the same number, his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

He doesn't have any means of group attack, and he mostly relies on flexibility to win. At this time, he'd better try not to burden others.

Especially when he couldn't kill him.

But where are we going and when will we go?

This underground cave was obviously designed to trap them. If this continues...

Little Spider seems to have seen that the "mission" failed, and he and others were divided and defeated, and died quietly.

Therefore, even though he knew that the tough guy in front of him was unwilling to speak, Little Spider still asked this question.

The tough guy also answered his question in the same short and clear way: "The less they want us to go to whichever side they want us to go, then that side is right."

oh! understood!

No wonder, wherever there is a tough guy, he just goes there!

Write it down. These are valuable experiences!

Giving full play to his identity as a "trainee hero", Little Spider has no idea that he is being upstaged, underestimated, disrespected, etc. He is mainly obedient and eager to learn!

The little spider followed the tough guy for a long time. Finally, the stone walls around the cave became less damp, the entrance to the cave became larger and brighter, and the light became brighter and brighter. Obviously, the little spider even felt the wind on his face, and...

The brutal sound of fighting!

"This is it!"

Taking the lead, the tough guy quickly changed his ammunition and rushed out with his gun. As soon as the people reached the entrance of the cave, they started shooting.

The little spider followed quickly and rushed out.

What appeared in front of him and caught his eye was a large underground space that looked like a stone cave. At this time, under this cave that connected countless cave entrances, people from the Holy Society and the Hand Society, are killing each other.

"Daredevil! Let me help you!"

A thread of spider silk was shot out and hung above his head. The little spider directly joined the battlefield, swinging sideways, kicking his feet together, and kicked one of the two people who were forcing Daredevil into a desperate situation.

"Be careful!"

This was the first time Daredevil saw his weapon Little Spider. It should be something called an oriental stick. At this time, Daredevil didn't seem to realize the danger here when he saw Little Spider, and he quickly shouted: " That guy is one of the Five Fingers of the Hand!”

"Wow!"

Taking a step back, the slashed samurai sword passed across Little Spider's nose. Little Spider heard them say that the Hand was an organization created by five old immortals. These five people were collectively called the Five Fingers. They lived for a long time. It is enough to train many abilities to a very high level.

For example, slashing someone with a knife.

…………

Although the little spider and the unknown tough guy joined, after all, this is the headquarters of the Hand, and there are five "elite monsters" here.

It was obvious that the forces of both the enemy and ours were gradually falling into an unbalanced state as one of them continued to replenish themselves. More importantly, at this time, some "unknown" black aura began to appear on the battlefield. Although it was erratic, it was indeed... This is visible to the naked eye.

And these breaths continued to float from the dead people on the ground, and gradually flew towards an altar guarded behind by the Hand.

"Everyone, I'm not sarcastic, but...am I the only one who saw those strange smokes?"

Little Spider would never speak like a tough guy, but his words really hurt the two blind men present. Not because a physical flaw was pointed out, but because the two of them knew what it was.

"not good!"

After all, Gunsou is old. He can still fight a dozen in a short period of time and maintain peak combat power for more than ten minutes. Such a battle with hundreds of people fighting back and forth, and people constantly getting back to their feet, is really too exhausting. .

At this time, he was out of breath and pale. However, after hearing the words of the little spider, the old man held back his breath and choked himself with a red face: "It's Heikong! They did it on purpose..." They are going to summon the black sky with this!”

"Ah, that's it."

At this time, Daredevil also figured it out. No wonder he found the Hand headquarters just this month after searching for decades.

It turns out that these guys leaked it themselves, in order to lure them here so that enough people could bleed and die in this place!

"Go in!"

Daredevil shouted: "We must not let Black Sky be born! Otherwise we will..."

Before he could finish his words, the decisive tough guy threw the two flowers over. At the same time, he retreated while maintaining the tactical shooting action. After pulling away, he took off his bullet belt, revealing his A bunch of iron pineapples hanging from it.

“Fire in the hole!!”

After roaring, the tough guy lay down on the ground, and the others were half a step too slow to react.

boom--!

Different from the usual explosions, they are now underground! Not to mention, the tough guy's props are all specially made by himself, and even the bullet belts are made with added materials.

This explosion not only killed many people in the back row, but also knocked down a lot of rocks above their heads. There was a loud crash, and the altar was completely shrouded in smoke.

"Are you crazy!"

I thought that this sudden guy was a calm person, so even though they didn't know who he was, Daredevil and others acquiesced that he was a member of their own side.

Unexpectedly, this person looked dull, but turned out to be crazy! What kind of place is this? Is this a suitable place for throwing grenades?

but……

I looked back at the direction of the altar. Fortunately, the altar was destroyed...

"Haha, stickman, the Holy Society, let's stop here today."

One person stood on the edge of the thick smoke and laughed loudly: "When I left the Holy Church, I never thought that one day it would be destroyed in my hands."

After the smoke cleared, the last thing Daredevil and others wanted to see came true.

Although the altar was somewhat damaged by falling stones, it was still generally intact, and the black smoke was still gathering.

"hateful!"

Little Spider clenched his fists. Just now, he thought that the tough guy was a little bit crazy like Roland and didn't care about everyone's life or death. Now he was regretting it. If only he had thrown more!

"Friend, you still have more to fry..."

"Have."

"……what?!"

With a simple nod, the tough guy took out a starting gun-like pistol from his waist. It had a large caliber and a small red cannonball-like thing stuffed into the muzzle.

"This can't be..."

"Yes."

The tough guy replied softly: "Small high-explosive warhead."

"Don't……!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.

Then, the thing made a whooshing sound, drew a beautiful arc, flew over the altar, and then...

boom--!

The roof of the shed was blown open, rubble rolled down, and the altar was smashed into pieces.

"It worked! And we didn't die! Hahahaha!"

The little spider was the first to crawl up from the ground, waving his fists excitedly, but as he shouted, he found that the tough guy who also climbed up next to him stood next to him with an unkind expression, staring at the altar. direction.

"...No way..."

"Yes."

The tough guy stretched out his hand, and the little spider looked back in pain. Sure enough, on the collapsed altar over there, a creature with black smoke was walking down step by step with heavy steps.

"Sure enough, I still lost..."

"Who threw the firecrackers?"

"Ok?"

The little spider straightened up its ears, stretched its neck, and looked over there hard.

In the smoke, a man with tattered armor, bloodstains all over his body, and smoke in his hair silently lit a cigarette for himself, eyes wide open, and looked around the room fiercely.

"I asked, who threw the firecrackers!!!"

"One of my own! Roland! I'm here!"

The little spider jumped up and down excitedly, waving his hands vigorously and shouting loudly.