Druid in Marvel

Alvin was stunned when faced with this situation. Let's have a shootout. Isn't it a bit too much to just RPG at every turn?

Faced with a sudden attack from the side at close range, the chasing gunmen paused briefly, and then started firing violently at the cafe.

There is also a group of people trying to get close to the cafe and kill everyone here. Their target is the battery, but if there are enemies behind them, can they take it away alive even if they get the battery?

So the cafe has also become a target.

Alvin glanced at Fox, took out 500 from his waist, and said with a smile, "Look, I just said these agents are very unreliable. I think we still have to use our Hell's Kitchen method."

As he spoke, Alvin smiled at Old Bud and said, "Let's go out and kill them. You guard this place and don't let them break in."

Old Bud laughed, his Mexican-style mustache curling up in laughter, and said, "No problem, this is my responsibility. We gangsters also have a sense of social responsibility, you said it, haha."

Alvin laughed and slapped Old Bud on the shoulder and said, "Yes, I like you guys like this. It makes me feel like we are all fucking human."

As he spoke, Alvin shouted to the big gold-toothed Pluto, "Let your people help, and call me some doctors by the way. I want serious doctors."

Pluto grinned with big gold teeth and held an automatic rifle in his hand. He shook the phone proudly and shouted, "No problem, I have serious doctors there."

As he said this, Pluto glanced at the unlucky bruised and wounded people in the cafe, and said with a smile, "They are all small problems, I can solve them."

Alvin nodded with satisfaction. This is what Hell's Kitchen should be like. We are all bad guys, but we still have a bottom line.

Glancing at Fox, who was already a little impatient, Alvin shook his head with a smile, pressed the headset and said, "Frank, we are going out. You are responsible for covering Ethan Hunter and grabbing the battery. We have to end this damn thing." Shootout."

Frank, who was hiding in an alley, glanced cautiously at the roof of a residential building in Brooklyn in the distance and said, "Those bald heads have an accomplice who is a powerful master.

I will hold him back, Ethan Hunter, can you do it?”

Ethan Hunter, who didn't know when he sneaked upstairs next to the bald men in suits, looked at that moment and found the battery from the man in gray. They are preparing to retreat under the cover of their accomplices.

After glancing at the residential building in the distance, Ethan Hunt grabbed the collar of the combat uniform he was wearing, gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, I'll start on the count of three."

As soon as Ethan Hunter finished speaking, Alvin's voice came from the radio, "Three~~"

Alvin and Fox, wearing the same black suit and Ray-Ban gold tactical eyes, burst out of the cafe at the same time.

Alvin was in front, facing many gunmen, holding a 500 in his hand and imitating the cool look of the agents in the movie. Fox behind him was shooting rapidly with two brand-new modified 1911s.

The gunmen never imagined that someone would dare to break out and attack them at this time, and Fox's shooting skills were indeed amazing. Both of her guns used extended magazines, with a total of twenty rounds of bullets, killing seventeen or eight people.

Faced with Fox's amazing marksmanship, the gunmen unanimously chose to hide themselves first, and the gun battle on the field immediately came to a halt.

Alvin held up the 500 in his hand and walked quickly towards a broken pickup truck, shouting in gibberish loudly, "We are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, you have been surrounded. Hurry up, put down your weapons and surrender." Our policy is to treat prisoners favorably.”

Facing Fox's incredible marksmanship and a sniper far away on the opposite side, the gunmen were like rats in a bellows, and some didn't know what to do.

Alvin quickly rushed to the cab of the pickup truck and opened the cab. Inside was an old couple who had been frightened. The white-haired old man was bending over and holding his elderly wife in his arms. Inside, he was still mumbling a few words of prayer.

Alvin pressed his back against the open car door, patted the white-haired old man on the shoulder, and shouted, "Get up, old man, now is the time for you to run for your lives."

The white-haired old man raised his head