Plug-in Players In Marvel

The northernmost tip of Manhattan Island, Fort Tryon Park.

"The team has arrived."

"The team is in position."

Hearing the report coming from the earphones, Tennessee responded with an understanding voice and quietly took a few steps forward.

Across the dense grove, fifty meters ahead, there is a building with a red roof.

Judging from the style and size of the building, this should be a private house built in the 1960s and 1970s. However, from the signs and billboards hanging outside the house, it is easy to see that it has been transformed into a commercial building integrating shopping and leisure.

"The pockets are already tied." Crouching behind the bushes and staring at the red-roofed house not far away, Tennessee raised his hand and put it on Sif's lower back, asking her for advice in a low voice: "Can we start taking action?"

"Are the girls on the river ready?" Looking back, Sif confirmed first.

"Already in place and lurking." Under the night, Tennessee's eyes flashed with eagerness.

Looking towards the big house again, after considering it for a few seconds, Sif reached her hand behind her back and grasped the hilt of the sword on her back: "Then let's get started."

Without saying anything else, Tennessee just looked back behind him, raised his right hand and made two gestures.

As Tennessee gave this instruction, a dozen more figures appeared in the woods behind the two.

"California, you take a group of people and go around from the south. The rest, follow me!"

"receive."

"Yes, Sister Tennessee."

"Remember not to kill anyone."

After reminding her of the last sentence, Tennessee stood up, walked out of the bushes with Sif, and took the lead in rushing towards the big house fifty meters away.

The greening in the park is very good, and the green lawns are also neatly trimmed. Under the cover of night, everyone's whereabouts were well hidden, and thanks to the softness of the lawn, the footsteps were very light, almost inaudible.

In addition, the group of people controlled by Lorelei are basically ordinary people. When performing security patrol tasks, their level of detail is far less than that of professional soldiers, and even inferior to those no-name security guards hired from society. In the blink of an eye, the combat team led by Tennessee and Sif had arrived in front of the big house.

After a few very weak muffled sounds, several guards outside the main entrance of the big house were knocked down and knocked unconscious, lying straight on the ground like dead pigs.

Looking at each other, Sif squatted down and touched the window on the side of the door.

Tennessee, on the other hand, crouched and moved towards the window on the other side, while making another gesture to the little sister following behind.

The battle plan had been discussed before the operation. After receiving the order from Tennessee, the two ship girls immediately changed their direction and quickly walked towards the cars in the parking lot in front of the house.

If it had been anyone else, it might have taken a little more effort to disable these cars. But in the hands of the ship girls, it was mainly because they got more useful tools from Stark before departure. It didn't take a few seconds for the two ship girls to remove them with a small laser cutting knife. The front wheels of these cars.

At this time, Sif and Tennessee had also broken the windows and led the team into the house.

"Bang bang!" The sound of broken glass finally alerted the enemy. After several slightly panicked shouts, fierce gunfire rang out in the room.

If you are familiar with shotguns, pistols, and civilian versions of semi-automatic rifles, you should be able to distinguish some differences from the gunshots and hear which weapons are firing.

Well, in fact, no matter what type of firearm it is, it cannot pose a threat to the ship girls.

After all, they are all elves born on battleships. Even though they are all very delicate in appearance, it seems that they can be knocked down by a gust of wind, but in fact, their defense power is completely equivalent to that of a battleship. Not to mention individual firearms that can be controlled by manpower, even if they are replaced with larger-caliber vehicle-mounted weapons, they still cannot break through their defenses and cause substantial damage to them.

On the contrary, Sif, who came from Asgard, felt some pressure. Although she has three times the physical fitness of people on Earth, in the final analysis, her skin is only slightly stronger than Thor who has not released the seal. Click. The physical body alone can withstand the bullets of small-caliber pistols, but it is still a bit useless when faced with more powerful semi-automatic rifles, or shotguns equipped with single-point bullets that can hunt large animals.

You can't charge straight forward with the opponent's firepower like the ship girls. You have to set up a shield from time to time, or dodge with flexibility. Fortunately, Sif has been diligent in training, and she is a master of using cold weapons. He has accumulated countless experiences in close combat with the fire. Generally speaking, her combat efficiency is not much inferior to that of the ship girls.

"Ha!" She once again set up her shield to block the bullet fired by a certain tough man. Using the inertia of turning around, Sif kicked the vase that fell on the ground.

It's quite thick, and there's still half a bottle of water left that hasn't leaked out.

"Crack." There was a crisp sound, and the vase shattered on the macho man's head. It felt like someone had hit it with an eighty-year-old hammer. The macho man's eyes widened and he fell down softly.

Almost at the same time, Tennessee also rushed in front of the other two guards, withstood the bullet attack, and gave each of them a heavy punch.

One was smashed to the floor, and the other flew out, smashed through the window and hung on the windowsill.

Before the guards at the back had time to rush over, the ones in the front who had not yet been dealt with were also frightened by the attack of the ship girls and forgot to fire for a moment.

The scene fell into a brief silence.

Just then, a head popped out from upstairs.

Perhaps sensing this sight, or perhaps simply by chance, Sif also raised her head at the same time.

"Lorelai! You can't run away."

"It's you again!" Looking at the murderous Sif downstairs, Lorelai's face showed a trace of panic and deep hatred.

It was precisely because Sif tirelessly chased her for thousands of miles and stared at her like a hanging ghost that she was captured and brought to justice six hundred years ago, and was eventually imprisoned in a dark cell. In other words, if it weren't for Sif, she might still be enjoying the splendor and wealth after usurping the throne, living a nourishing and unrestrained life as a queen.

Hatred is because Sif ruined her good deeds, and fear is also because she fell into Sif's hands in the first place. No wonder Lorelei reacted like this after seeing Sif again.

"Kill her!" At Lorelai's greeting, the men controlled by her picked up their guns again and launched a new round of attacks on Sif.