Greenskins of the Marvel Universe

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In the desert where the sun shines, a convoy of trucks is driving through smoke and dust on the hot yellow sand. Sitting in the driver's seat with his legs crossed is the only special operations boy with green eyes among the hundreds of greenskins in Tomok.

He drove an iron pickup truck and led his men to explore an area of ​​about 20 kilometers near the town. He beat the greenskins and goblins without clans and threw them into the truck. At the same time, he also picked the orcs who had not yet been born. Mushrooms, those mushrooms can be used as food rations and as raw materials for wine making. The orcs can be said to be completely self-sufficient.

Unfortunately, it didn't rain. Although there were a lot of orcs here, we only picked up a few hundred orcs in the past few days, and they were all new recruits.

"Second Lieutenant, when do you think we can fight?" The team member in the truck asked Green Eyes somewhat depressedly, and Green Eyes replied: "I didn't know, we won't fight if the boss doesn't say anything. If you want to fight, just go find him." Go to those battle-scarred boys"

"Don't worry, I can't beat them. Those brawny thieves can. I was knocked unconscious last time."

"You're drunk. You're not good at fighting, and you're not good at drinking."

The green-eyed taunts made the truck burst into laughter. These greenskins loved to have fun with each other.

"Okay, the boss said that once he has built what he wants to build, he will set off to find other clans."

"Hey, captain, what on earth did you think the boss built?"

"I don't know, I'm not a technical person, wait a minute, what the hell is that?

The modified eyes gave his green eyes better vision. He saw the movement in the distance earlier than others. It was a truck with many orc boys on it. They were painted with blue paint and there was a group of people pulling behind the truck. A broken tank.

"It seems to be a beastman, etc. The emblem on the tank is not the Xie Ri Clan tank that I blew up."

Upon seeing this, the green eyes immediately led the convoy to turn around. The sharp turn caught some greenskins off guard and crashed into the truck fence.

"Captain, what's going on?"

"Our tanks were stolen"

As soon as they heard that their tank had been stolen, these orc boys couldn't bear it anymore. They picked up rifles and machetes one by one, preparing to fight.

"Captain, catch up quickly"

"Sit tight, your captain, I'm going to race"

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the truck driven by Green Eyes immediately threw away the truck behind it and rushed towards the Deathhead Clan's truck.

"waaagh"

The team members shouted one by one, shooting into the air, while Green Eyes focused on driving. Compared to the truck pulling the tank, the car with only the Orc Boy was significantly faster, and the two sides soon came into contact.

First, the two sides exchanged guns. After the truck approached, some orc boys jumped into each other's car, but whoever jumped died. The trucks collided with each other several times, but they did not fall apart.

"Fuck Sock, come and drive," green eyes shouted to one of the team members.

"Yes, Captain"

After handing the steering wheel to the team members, Green Eyes pulled out a sharp scimitar from his back. This knife was sharper than a machete, and it didn't even look like an orc's weapon.

One shot killed the opponent's driver, and Green Eyes jumped into the opponent's cabin. After tumbling and falling in, he did not stand up immediately, but first swept around with his legs, and then took advantage of the opponent's fall. Get up.

In a few breaths, Green Eyes acted like an agent, neatly killing these orc boys from the Deadhead clan, leaving dead bodies on the ground.

"nailed it."

He clapped his hands and shouted to his team members with green eyes. Under the admiring gaze of his team members, he stopped the truck of the Deadhead clan.

"Captain, where did these Deathhead clan come from?"

"I don't know. Don't ask me anything. Go figure it out yourself."

Green Eyes pushed his teammates aside and walked towards the tank behind him. This tank was not the one he blew up. It was one of the three tanks captured by the dismantled turret, but it was not the biggest one.

"Boss, boss" Green Eyes took out the communicator.

"what's the matter"

Tomok was assembling his own series of big garbage with the technical boy and a large group of grumps. Next to him, five grumps formed a human ladder to help him hold the communicator.

"Boss, your tank was stolen."

"What the hell, my tank was stolen"

Tomok snatched the communicator from the Gruts and walked towards the warehouse. The Gruts fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with my tank?"

Tomok must have noticed the disappearance of something as big as a tank.

"Green eyes, do you know where my tank is?"

"In my case, boss, a group of orcs with blue paint almost took them away."

"Fuck" Tomok cursed. "That's the Deadhead clan, bring the tanks back"

"Yes, boss"

Tomok put down the communicator and walked back to the forging project in the town, looking at the three big guys in the scaffolding.

One was modified from the tank of the boss of the Xie Ri clan, and it was modified to be bigger. Tomok called him Big Junk No. 3.

The other was a huge plane with four propellers, the wings, the nose, and the bottom of the fuselage were all covered with gun barrels. Tomok called him Big Junk No. 4.

The last one is the Q version of Big Junk No. 2. The arms and legs are shortened, but the body part is larger. The weapons are reduced a bit, but there is an extra melee sword, a twenty-meter sword. Tomok gives It has a new name.

Little trash number two.

This name is simply unbeatable.

"You are so careless, how is the construction project going?"

"Reporting to the boss, the construction of Big Junk No. 3 and Big Junk Junk No. 4 is nearing completion. Small Junk Junk No. 2 still needs weapons to be installed, but it should be ready within a day."

"Yes." Tomok nodded. He looked like a real officer wearing a military cap.

"Just a reminder to those boys, we're going to fight tomorrow."

"Boss, this is true"

"real."

"Great, the special-purpose carrier-type Red Heart missile I developed has finally been tested."

Why does this name sound dangerous?

Tomok shrugged, not paying attention to this matter, and just watched the final assembly process of these big guys.

The Deathhead Clan, this clan has a bad reputation among the orc clans. They love to search for trophies, and not only their own trophies, but also often steal other people's trophies. Unexpectedly, they stole it from Tomok's head.

I can't bear this, but I can't.

There is a saying in the greenskin world.

"No one can take away the trophy they like from a big tech master, not even the boss."

In order to get more attractive weapons, even the orc bosses will please the big tech tyrants. If they are provoked, they will tell the boss that the angry big tech tyrants are terrible. How terrible is it? There was once an orc boss whose tank was killed by the big tech tyrants. He blew it up with a pack of dynamite, blowing up the boss as well. This is the temper of a big tech boss.

Tomok also has this bad temper.

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