Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The first thing that came was the explosion, and Rambo instinctively fell to the ground.

Then came the roar of gunfire.

They flashed past, echoing dullly over the valley. Red beams of light shuttled between the trees, heavy footsteps suddenly appeared, and then many war cries that Rambo could not understand.

He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

A man wearing a helmet rushed out of the woods. He was wearing a black and green military uniform. There was a cold double-headed eagle printed on the top of the helmet, staring at Rambo coldly.

In the rain of beams, he stretched out his hand toward Rambo, and spoke a short and powerful word from his mouth. Rambo couldn't understand it, but a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

A familiar feeling came back.

He held the hand and stood up from the ground. The man looked at the M16 on his body, grinned, and pointed to the mountains and forests. He stretched out his right index finger and made a shooting gesture.

Rambo looked at him, then at the shadowy figure in the forest, and suddenly pushed him away. He didn't know when he had already held the combat dagger in his hand, and a black shadow came towards him.

The pale face was like an evil ghost from hell under the scarlet beam. The mouth was opened beyond the limit of opening, the masseter muscle was torn, and black blood gushes out. Rambo could see it clearly.

His thoughts seemed to be slowed down, but his movements were not.

The dagger stabbed out, feeling the sensation of entering flesh.

He was thrown to the ground and heard an angry curse. There was a sudden lightness on his body, and the monster that had thrown him was pulled away by the man. Gunshots rang out, and a red beam of light flashed past. His head turned into smeared on the ground.

Bright red painting.

A hand pulled him up again. The man looked at him with concern, said four words, and then led him towards the mountains and forests.

Rambo started running involuntarily. He didn't know why he was following the man, but he felt inexplicably happy.

They ran through the mountains and forests and came to an open space that had just been cleared. The efficiency of these soldiers was incredible to Rambo. Flashes of blue light, explosions, gunshots - all of this added up to less than ten minutes, but they

But a clearing has been cleared.

Some soldiers were carrying thick tree trunks in groups of three, and more than a dozen tents had been set up. Some small machines with propellers were flying back and forth in the camp.

His commander, Litosis, was standing in the center of the camp with a serious expression, explaining something to a soldier beside him. The man patted his shoulder and pointed to Litosis, indicating that he could pass.

Not long after approaching, Rambo heard Litosis speak a long series of sentences in a language that seemed to be very similar to English. Although he did not understand the meaning, he could still understand Litosis's current situation through his tone.

Emotions.

It's not easy.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind. Pile up the corpses, and the Wen Zhen branch will help you pick out those individuals with a higher degree of evolution. Remember, don't take it lightly. These things are stronger and faster than us. We

All we can rely on is loyalty to the Emperor. Do you understand? I do not wish to see any combat casualties. They are not worthy of the sacrifice of our warriors."

Litosis received a brief and powerful assurance: "Promise to complete the mission, sir."

He watched him go away, turned around and looked at Rambo, who was standing straight and staring straight at him, with a rare smile on his face.

However, the first words he spoke were not a greeting: "How fast are they?"

"Very fast, sir. I can't even target them without creating some conditions."

"I'm glad to see you're safe. I noticed a lot more bodies down the hill. Good job, John Rambo."

"Not worth mentioning, sir!"

"How modest, John Rambo. No, maybe I should call you Private John Rambo now."

Ignoring the change in Rambo's expression, Litosis waved to the nearest Wenzhen extension aircraft. This gadget with a propeller can naturally choose its shape according to the environment.

After analysis, they chose this design that was not too far ahead of this era. Although Litosis actually felt that it was too stupid to have a miniature propeller, the pattern extension machine did not consider aesthetics.

These things are logistical support.

The Wenzhen extension machine came to Litosis, a blue light flashed, and after a thorough scan of Litosis, it hummed and spoke: "Captain Litosis, the holder of the second level authority, To pass the certification, what do you need?”

"Give Private John Rambo a military uniform that fits his size, as well as an M35 Galaxy light gun, four magazines, four grenades, plus three days of combat rations... Hmm , and then strengthen his knife."

"Received, please wait... Prompt, according to protocol A-7-D32 Rules and Regulations 78, this machine now has language indoctrination capabilities. Do you want to use it on Private John Rambo?"

Rambo blinked when he heard his name in the robot's mouth, but his face remained serious. Litosis nodded: "Use."

The Wenzhen extension buzzed again for a few seconds, and then flew to Rambo. When he spoke again, the language had changed to standard English, and even had a bit of a southern American accent: "Private, John Rambo. Please come in." Come."

Rambo looked at this strange-looking robot in confusion, but the silver-white shell of the other person did not make him feel any ill feelings - Litosis should probably be lucky that what he brought over was a pattern extension, not a servitor or a servo skull. .

Rambo did as he was told.

He walked forward, and the Wenzhen extension buzzed again. A mechanical tentacle stretched out from the shell, which surprised Rambo. He did not expect that this gadget could accommodate such a large mechanical arm.

But before he could finish his sigh, the tentacle tapped his neck like lightning - and then, a stinging pain came. He suddenly felt a dizzy feeling coming from his brain.

When the feeling disappeared, Rambo spoke a standard Low Gothic sentence without any knowledge. Of course, it was not a good word. As he spoke, he was confused by this, and the confusion on his face made Lito beside him Sith laughed dumbly.

"Okay, Private John Rambo. Watch your words, military discipline is very important."

Litosis coughed and said to him in Low Gothic: "Now, you can be called a member of the Empire... Although you still don't understand the Emperor, the savior of all mankind, But that can be left for later. The top priority right now is to give you a gun."

Rambo lowered his head and glanced at the M16 on his back. Just as he was about to speak, the red beam of light piercing the darkness appeared in his mind, and his throat rolled up and down unconsciously - no one can refuse something more powerful.

Weapons, let alone a soldier like him.

The shell on the back of the Wenzhen extension cracked open again, and two mechanical tentacles stretched out from it. A brand new military uniform and a firearm that exuded a murderous appearance were taken out by the Wenzhen extension.

Rambo reached out and took it. He stared at the double-headed eagle logo on the military uniform, and a dim golden light flashed at the bottom of his eyes.