Druid of Marvel

It is eight o'clock in the morning, and Stark has agreed on a very suitable time, because at this time, all the terrorists are eating breakfast.

They will get together, celebrate with a humble breakfast, and live another day.

Today's weather is however, one old, one young, two terrorists gathered together, holding a piece of rough pasta in their hands, and a bowl of suspicious camellia. Eat and talk.

He tightened his bag with a loose bag, looked at the breakfast in his hand, and complained, "Old Ali, when are we going to stay in this ghost place? How long will I be thin for the past two months? . "

Lao Ali, grinning a mouth with half of his teeth missing, smiled and looked at him. This young man, who was only nineteen years old, had fought six years of war. Said: "What's wrong, miss your bride, Rad, I think we should go back soon, the guy in the cave is about to create what our leader wants. By then the leader will hold That thing, if we sell a lot of money, we will be able to go home. Maybe if you divide the money, you can still find a wife. "

He said defiantly and looked at Rad, "Look at you now, like a ram in heat. I have four wives waiting for me at home. Am I anxious?"

Paulard waved his hands in a hurry, so he couldn't make others think he was thinking of a woman, which would make him laugh at others. Anxiously said, "I just think it's too boring to stay here. I would rather go out and play with Yankees, but also have some good loot. But we are here, just waiting for the Yankee in the cave to make something , You do n’t need so many people at all. "

Old Ali, tearing off a piece of dough, took a sip of camellia tea, looked at Rad, and said, "Child, don't always think about fighting, it's your luck to live to this day. I just want to be honest To survive, earn money and raise my child, don't always listen to those people in white robes, wrestling with Yankees or whatever. Their own children have already gone to other countries. I am counting on you. This kind of silly boy is desperate. "

Paulard looked at Old Ali in disapproval and said, "Why are you still here? You can go home and take care of your wife and children."

The old Ali shook his head and said, "I do n’t know what to do when we go back. We have nothing. I just fight. I just want to save enough money to send my son to Saudi Arabia or Qatar before I die. Like heaven. "

Paulard tried to tear the dough in his hand and said, "I always feel that the leader was fooled by the Yankee. He may not have built any missiles at all, but lied to us for delaying time."

Lao Ali smiled and said, "That doesn't make sense, outsiders can't find it here!" After talking about the horrified look he saw, following his eyes, Lao Ali saw a scene that would make him unforgettable all his life.

A man, riding a bright red wolf, dived down a hill with an old-fashioned Winchester lever rifle in his hand.

With five looming black giant wolves, he ran and charged in front of him. A sentry card with a camouflage net, and the four sentries in it, before they had time to raise their guns, were torn to pieces by these five giant wolves that seemed to be released from hell.

The timely response of the black leader, shouting at the people around him, let them fight back. He himself took a few men to the cave, trying to kill the hostages inside.

早餐 The terrorist who was eating breakfast, left the food in his hand, picked up AK47 and shot at the oncoming giant wolf.

Three thick vines sprang out of the ground. A green vine was constantly wandering and beating in the crowd. Every terrorist who was touched covered his throat, his face was iron, and he was poisoned and fell to the ground. The poisonous flower vine is like a big biochemical weapon. Wherever you go, you take death.

The crimson vine was much more disgusting. On the vine's head was a toothy, barrel-shaped mouth. Swinging a body more than fifty centimeters in diameter, it swept across the canteen of the camp like a thousand troops, flew a bunch of terrorists out, then caught up, opened its horrible mouth, and swallowed the unlucky ghosts inside.

The golden vines are more sven, shrinking the body to a thickness of a finger, like a sharp arrow, shooting a group of terrorists through, and those terrorists who have been penetrated, the body dries at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seems that the body's water is evaporated.

The courage of the terrorists disappeared under such a terrible attack. Howl dropped everything and began to flee.

Only five ghost wolves would not let go of this opportunity, and the body suddenly flickered and appeared in the crowd.

The salamander stretched out to approach the half-foot-long wolf claws. Everywhere it passed, stubbles were scattered everywhere, and none of the terrorists left the whole body.

The innocuous ghosts and wolf that I watched on weekdays finally showed their terrible lethality. A ghost wolf that can move between the void and reality, like a teleportation, always appears behind the terrorist ghostly, then tears him to pieces.

Only Alvin hasn't made any achievements yet. Alvin, who was originally a marksman, rode a mad wolf with a shoulder height of nearly one meter eight. Like an assaulting warrior broke into the terrorist's camp, he didn't even hit any target with two shots. Alvin doesn't have the ability to shoot on a wild wolf.

This made Alvin, who was a "big wild customer", very disappointed in his combat coordination ability. How can you not change your fighting style? He has always been like a gangster. It is not the style he wants to cut people and shoot.

Jumped off the back of the wolf and let it go to fight, Alvin stood on the edge of the camp, holding Winchester in search of a target that could be fired.

Uh ~ Under the condition that I won't hit my summons ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Alvin basically can't find the target. This is the disadvantage of too many marksmanship. In chaotic scenes, it is easy to hurt yourself.

This also shows from the side how fierce the vines and ghost wolves are.

The massacre did not last long, and a fierce gunfire came from the cave. A tall black shadow, holding a huge shield, burst out of the cave. Several terrorists blocking the road, like small animals hit by a high-speed car, flew out of the cave.

At this moment, there were not many terrorists left on the field. Alvin recalled the vines, leaving only five ghost wolves to continue hunting the few lucky ones.

Paulard was one of them. Just now, he looked at the old Ali, was wrapped around a neck by a ghost wolf, and flew in the air, and the other tacitly clawed him into the air with pieces.

拉 Rad, who had been fighting since he was young, flushed his eyes, rushed to an old-fashioned machine gun, pulled the bolt, and fired wildly at the demons on the field. There is no need to care about any comrades-in-arms, they are all dead, or they are about to die.

The 12.7 mm bullet formed a barrage that swept the entire camp.

The tall, wolf wolf had no use at this time, his body was standing in front of Alvin. The bullet that could shred the ordinary armored car and hit the mad wolf was like a stone hitting a car tire, slightly sunken, and then was bombed.

The newly born Mr. Iron Man, seeing the situation, manipulated the crude exoskeleton armor and held a huge shield. He launched a heroic charge against Rad.

Paulard found Stark's intention, turned his gun, and sprayed the last dozens of bullets at Stark. Then he was bravely smashed into pieces by Stark's mech, attached to the machine gun position.