Druid in Marvel

Duke leaned against the side of a Humvee, using the automatic rifle in his hand to fire suppressively at a dozen sizable gluttonous demons.

He knew that the weapons in his hands were of little use, but he had to suppress those demons and buy time for his companions on the Humvee to change their ammunition chains. Fortunately, they still had a few rifle grenades in their hands that could be fired at critical moments. Fight off a wave of demonic charges.

Duke listened to the deafening gunfire in his ears, concentrated all his attention, put aside all the recent bad things, and kept directing his brothers to slowly build a defense line with their hind legs.

Whenever the attacking demons were repulsed, he would rush forward again, ready to start a tug-of-war with the demons again.

This style of play is very disadvantageous for Duke and the others. They abandon the mobility of vehicles to fight positional battles with demons. For Duke and the others, who only have one vehicle-mounted machine gun, they are simply going crazy.

A rough-looking member of the emergency team with a square face leaned against Duke and changed his magazine while shouting at Duke: "We need to retreat, we are almost out of bullets."

Duke shook his head resolutely, leaned forward and fired the machine gun, saying in a hoarse voice: "We can't withdraw~"

As he spoke, Duke gestured to the large number of civilians gathered in the restaurants on both sides, and said with a wry smile: "As soon as we retreat, we will free up tables for those son-of-a-bitch monsters!

Man, we can't retreat, or we'll have to live in a nightmare for the rest of our lives! "

The square-faced soldier glanced at the restaurants on both sides and cursed angrily, "Fuck these rich guys, why don't you go home after eating?"

As he spoke, the square-faced soldier changed his magazine, stood up, turned around and shot at the running gluttonous demon, and then shouted to Duke: "Then push the fucking ripcord in the sky and make him move." At least his ass won’t let our corpses be eaten!”

Duke laughed heartily, completely forgetting that he was being questioned repeatedly by people from the Department of Homeland Security just this morning. Now he just wanted to fight happily. If he could leave a small life, he wanted to ask Ask Anna, "Why do you want to be a terrorist?"

Just when Duke and the others knocked down the last few grenades and were about to press forward again to fight the tug-of-war with the gluttonous demon, the machine gunner on the Humvee yelled dejectedly, "The barrel is broken~We have no chance~fuck~"

Duke leaned forward and leaned forward, as if he didn't hear the machine gunner's call. The square-faced soldier just glanced at Duke's back, gritted his teeth and followed.

The only heavy machine gun that can effectively kill the gluttonous demon is broken~

A small Jewish soldier made a cross on his chest and followed Duke firmly. He aimed his gun and murmured to himself, "God, please don't stay away from me. You are everything to me." The power~"

As Duke took the lead in shooting, the soldiers closely following their comrades began their attack~

"I sincerely trust you, please don't let me be humiliated, don't let the enemy play Kai Ge on my body~"

The Jewish soldier saw one of his men hit the shoulder by a mailbox thrown by the crazed devil from the opposite side and fell to the ground screaming.

"The Lord is my strength, He teaches me war! He teaches my fingers to fight~"

Duke waved and shouted to signal his men to disperse. The Jewish soldiers did not obey his orders, but followed him closely and stood at the forefront. This was their last resistance~

Duke glanced at the Jewish soldier beside him, smiled bitterly at the square-faced soldier beside him, and said, "It seems like we can't do anything except pray!"

The square-faced soldier shouted and emptied the last magazine, then threw away his automatic rifle, pulled out his pistol, glanced at the Jewish soldier who was praying and firing, and said to Duke: "If praying helps, I He will engrave God on his chest.

Dude, I'm going to give myself one, do you want one too? "

"My God and fortress, my tower and liberator! My shield, my support~"

As the Jewish soldier fired the last bullet, the square-faced soldier was stunned to see a blue Raptor pickup driving towards here on the street on the right side of the intersection at a speed of more than 180 kilometers per hour.

A figure that is extremely familiar to New Yorkers, wearing an extremely powerful mecha, following the side of the pickup truck in a skating posture, holding the back of the pickup truck with his left hand, and carrying a huge tomahawk in his right hand, approaching the intersection. In an instant, the Raptor pickup truck made a sharp turn.

Ares III let go of the pickup truck, and with strong inertia, it rushed into the middle of the dozen demons in the shape of a hockey puck.

The square-faced soldier watched as the Manhattan Tomahawk rushed into the group of demons like a missile, directly smashing two demons into pieces. Then, while falling and rolling, he swung the tomahawk and cut the surrounding demons into pieces.

The crazy pickup truck made a bright drift and stopped in front of Duke's position. A black man controlled a large-caliber machine gun and beat a few scattered demons into a hornet's nest.

JJ glanced at his acquaintance Duke, smiled boldly, and said

Said: "Man, call me God, I saved your fucking life~

If you don't buy me a drink, I'm going to kick your ass! Ha ha! "

The square-faced soldier glanced at the serious-looking Jewish soldier beside him, crossed himself in panic, and murmured softly to himself: "God bless me, I will pray every day and never take David to a prostitute again." Got it!

God dad bless me! Praying sincerely is really helpful~”

Alvin shook his dizzy head, stood up and chopped down a gluttonous demon who was scared to death. He took a look at the surrounding demons and saw that there were no living demons around. Then he turned on the speaker and spoke to Duke, who was standing not far away. yelled, "Man, you look like you're doing great! Can you still play a round?"

Duke smiled wryly, raised the rifle in his hand, and said, "We have no ammunition. I have to wait and see if any brave logistics will come to deliver ammunition to us?"

Alvin waved his tomahawk, pointed to the road he came from, and said to Duke: "A black guy named Roman will be coming in a truck soon, and he will have enough weapons and ammunition there.

Man, your equipment is terrible. I'll tell him to send you an extra box of Russian grenades.

Remember to sign the bill. Director George has agreed to pay for it, so don't be polite!

As a temporary partner of a Russian arms dealer, I have to say that I hope to come back! Ha ha! "

Duke followed the direction pointed by Alvin and saw two fancy spray-painted vans coming towards the intersection in the distance. He loudly greeted his men and prepared to change their clothes.

Today's emergency response team was really frustrated. NATO's shotguns are really not that useful. I hope the Russians' stuff can be more powerful!

Alvin stepped aside with a smile, pressed the communicator, and shouted inside: "Steve, how are you doing there? When will the subway be cleared and quiet?

We have to give people on the road a place to hide! "

Steve on the other end of the communicator was probably fighting. When there was an explosion, Steve replied, "This is New York~ The little turtles and I are working separately, and the Manhattan subway is almost gone.

Shhh~ We met some brave subway drivers. It was my first time to fight on the subway! "

When Steve was talking, the little turtle Michelangelo piped in on the communicator and said: "It's so enjoyable, it's our first serious ride on the subway!

Haha, a subway staff member just gave me a work permit and said he could give us four permanent subway tickets after the trip.

Boss, New York subway drivers love us~haha~"

Alvin listened with a smile on the other end of the communicator, and a rough voice shouted to Michelangelo: "Boy, pay attention, the next stop is Queens, where there are several big red-skinned monsters.

If you guys work fast, I can get some pizza delivered by my cousin. "

"Wow~ Man, we work fast, you can send your cousin on his way~"

Alvin smiled and said to Steve: "It looks like Leonardo and the others are making good progress, you have to work harder!"

Steve laughed and said, "I'm very fast, so be careful!"

Alvin glanced at Duke and the others who were re-arming themselves, and said with a smile: "Those demons should be more careful~"

As he spoke, Alvin turned to the police's public channel and shouted: "Guys, give me your address quickly, I'm here to help you!

We have three teams, the first team is me, the second team is a bunch of hot girls, and the third team is four young guys!

Let's see if any of you are lucky enough to meet me, haha! "

As soon as Alvin finished speaking, a slightly sharp voice also came in and said: "There is also the fourth team, I am Norman Osborne, I am very happy to fight alongside you!"

Alvin laughed loudly and shouted: "I almost forgot you old guy, guys, please give me your address quickly, Mr. Osborne is very quick, haha~"

The police public channel was quiet for a few seconds and then became lively. Addresses were reported one after another. Angel just made a simple calculation and began to assign the combat routes of several groups in a gentle female voice.

Alvin hammered his helmet, said hello to Duke, ran to the side of the pickup truck, pointed to the car radio, and said to Dominic: "Did you hear it? Let's set off, it will be very busy today. !

One more thing, man, your car drives really well! "

Dominic, a bald man with a paralyzed face, showed an unflattering smile and said, "The Toledo family are all the best drivers~"

Alvin was annoyed by his smile. This was the natural rejection of speedsters by a veteran driver who had been driving safely for more than ten years. So Alvin pulled the bed of the pickup truck, signaled to drive, and then said: "There are thousands of roads. , safety first!

A good driver is a driver who is alive! "