American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Robert, what happened to you...?"

Robert said weakly, "Peter, quickly... run...!"

After saying that, his eyes rolled back and he fainted directly.

"Robert! Robert!"

Clack! Clack!

Footsteps approached, and a Caucasian man wearing camouflage clothing, with a height of at least two meters, slowly walked over. He looked calmly at the two people on the ground and said, "One question!"

Peter looked at Number Sixteen's fair fist, and then looked at the suit-clad strongmen who were recovering from the dizziness and slowly getting up. He swallowed, and quickly said, "It's the Maggia gang."

Number Sixteen quietly looked at him. Peter hurriedly said, "It's true, I'm not lying. Listen, buddy, we're just mercenaries who are paid to do things, let us go."

Number Sixteen said, "Judging from your facial expressions, what you said should be the truth!"

Peter was overjoyed: "That's right!"

"But that doesn't rule out other possibilities. Before the boss makes a decision, none of you are going anywhere!"

After saying that, Number Sixteen turned around and left.

Four subordinates stepped forward and supported Peter and Robert respectively.

Just then, gunshots suddenly rang out like popping beans.

Several suit-clad strongmen suddenly had bullet holes appear on their foreheads, and then they fell to the ground.

Everyone was shocked and immediately took cover, aiming at the source of the bullets.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Number Sixteen stopped. He stretched out his palm in front of his chest, and a deformed bullet happened to fall into his palm.

There wasn't even a trace at the center of his brow.

Number Sixteen slightly raised his head and directly locked his gaze on a dark alleyway.

His pupils flashed a few fluorescent lights, and he said, "Boss, I've found the Punisher from the data. What should I do?"

Inside the car, Qi Shan was slightly surprised, and then smiled: "It seems tonight is indeed worth looking forward to. The appetizers alone are so rich, it makes me even more curious about the main course. Hmm, capture them, call Matthew to pick them up, lock them in the underground space of the repair shop, and tell him to be careful.

Take the others back to rest, activate the reserve team, and rendezvous two blocks away in ten minutes."

Number Sixteen said: "Received!"

After Number 16 agreed, he turned his head and walked straight towards the place where the Punisher was hiding.

The Rolls-Royce then started gently, pushing aside the rubble on top, and violently opened a path, crushing the corpses of the unfortunate Hell's Angels members, and quickly left.

The wind brushed over the roof, and dust fluttered in the air.

After a wave of aura fluctuations, the dust attached to the surface of the Rolls-Royce was easily blown away by the wind, revealing the smooth, reflective black underneath.

Under the light, it looked as good as new.

Peter pressed his body tightly to the ground, carrying the unconscious Robert on his back, crawling slowly like a gecko.

I didn't check the almanac this morning. I ran into a brick wall when I went out, and I almost lost my life. If I don't run now, when will I run?

Morality? Sorry, what is that? Never heard of it.

The idea was good, but unfortunately, the others weren't fools either. He had only crawled out a meter when three or four pairs of leather shoes appeared in front of him.

He stiffly raised his head, and a stiff smile awkwardly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Peter was shocked and subconsciously wanted to use his superpowers, but as soon as his body reacted, the metal ring on his neck instantly tightened.

"Energy monitoring binding device, made of special metal, has a very sensitive reaction to supernatural energy. If you are not afraid of death, you can feel free to use it!"

One of the suit-clad strongmen coldly explained, and then led the two of them towards the back.

Hearing this, Peter's heart turned cold.

It's over. This is obviously handcuffs specifically developed for super-powered people.

He wondered how the attackers would deal with the two of them.

Peter's mind quickly flashed through the tragic state of mutants, and before anything else happened, his legs were already shaking like noodles.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

It's over, this time it's really over.

Gunshots rang out incessantly in the alley.

From the moment Number Sixteen stepped into the alley, the constantly changing flashes of fire, the bullets of varying sizes, and the crackling gunshots never stopped.

In its biological radar sensor, the enemy's position was constantly changing, shifting positions erratically every second.

Without a doubt, the Punisher was a master of firearms.

As long as he had enough ammunition, he himself was an army.

Countless corpses in the underworld could attest to this.

However, facing Number Sixteen, the god of death in the night could no longer continue his legend.

There was no way, the gap between the two sides was too large.

Whether it was pistol bullets, sniper bullets, or even armor-piercing shotgun shells, they made no difference to Number Sixteen.

When the bullets hit him, apart from the clanging sound of metal colliding, they were useless.

The Punisher was a master of combat. After discovering that the opponent was invulnerable to blades and guns, the points of impact constantly changed, from the center of the brow at the beginning, to the chest, and then to the hands and feet.

Even the nostrils and eyeballs had been shot.

Being shot in the nostrils, even if he was an invulnerable super-powered human, he would have to endure the taste of trigeminal neuralgia.

Unfortunately, human weaknesses were meaningless to Number Sixteen.

From the beginning, Number Sixteen's pace had never changed.

No matter how the Punisher changed his position, Number Sixteen would adjust his direction and continue moving forward at the first opportunity.

"Shit! What the hell is this guy?"

The Punisher cursed in a low voice, threw aside the Remington shotgun that was completely useless, and pulled out a big guy from the gun bag behind him.

From the bullet belt around his waist, he pried out two egg-sized red-tipped bullets, and used his thumb to forcefully push them into the chamber from the front end.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, a wall exploded, and a large amount of fire appeared out of thin air, instantly igniting the surroundings.

The Punisher didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

With another command, the huge bullet hit the figure in the fire.

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded again in the flames, completely enveloping the blurred figure within.

The Punisher's expression relaxed slightly. He slung the grenade launcher behind him, took out a classic M500 from his waist, cautiously hid his body behind the rock, and quietly observed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Pat!

The huge fire did not bring the slightest obstacle to Number Sixteen. Crossing the sea of fire, he appeared again in the Punisher's sight.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the bullet was fired.

After one shot, the Punisher retreated without hesitation.

The battle situation was unfavorable. There was no chance of winning by head-on confrontation. He needed to retreat temporarily, find the opponent's weaknesses, and make targeted preparations.

As a tactical expert, he had learned all kinds of essential survival skills in the long-term life-and-death struggle with the underworld.

If he only knew how to fight head-on, the Punisher would have died 800 times, no matter how fierce he was.