The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Lance and Carmen walked on the street, I don't know why, today the whole street of this town is extremely quiet, all the shops along the way are not open, the whole town seems to fall into dead silence.

Carmen stopped and looked left and right: "Do you feel that something is wrong?"

"Indeed, something strange."

Lance nodded: "It's okay, let's just find a car and leave." From

the moment he came out, he sensed that something was wrong, and many of the breaths in the vicinity were very short, like peeing on his pants when the wind was strong, and Lance was very sure that someone nearby was ambushing them.

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to see who didn't have long eyes.

Although it felt strange, Carmen, as an ordinary person, couldn't say anything, so he took a step again, but just a few steps away, the two stopped again.

In front of the wide road stood more than twenty burly or fat men, each with a hideous face, holding various daggers, machetes, pistols, submachine guns and other weapons, staring at the two of them.

And at this time, people on both sides of the street also kept coming out, looking at the two of them with fierce expressions, as if they were cheetahs staring at their prey.

Carmen, whose body began to tremble, grabbed Lance's arm, and his voice was a little dry: "Lance, these people..." The

person at the head in front of her she knew, the number one thug under her father, with dozens of lives in his hands.

At this moment, Carmen had only one thought in her mind, that is, she would definitely die here today.

Lance patted Carmen's hand and showed her a bright smile to reassure her: "It's okay, just leave it to me."

But she was still indifferent, this kind of strength gap between the two sides, she didn't believe Lance very much, there were at least fifty people around, he could fight a private investigator?

He was amazing for helping him hold a person for a minute, and then he was either hacked to death or punched into a hole.

Lance looked at the outlaws left and right, and drew a cruel arc: "I don't care who you are, I give you two choices." First, get out of here immediately, and second, leave your own life. "

Those people, you look at me, I look at you, and after seconds of silence, burst into thunderous laughter.

One by one laughing beat his chest, laughing and bending over, who did he think he was?

Captain America? Or a soldier boy?

Who gave him courage?

Lance shook his head lightly and silently rolled up his sleeves.

"Stinky boy, are you fucking brain-broken? Everybody! Mr. Ocantara said, who can cut off his hand for a hundred thousand! Cut off his legs for 200,000! Chop off his head a million! The tall, bearded man shouted in a loud voice, which made the eyes of the outlaws who surrounded Lance glow green.

Lance also relaxed after observing the circle, these people did not have weapons such as large snipers or bazookas, perhaps worried about accidentally injuring their teammates and killing each other.

However, Lance didn't know that there was anyone other than these people in ambush, so he still had to be cautious.

"See that?" Lance pointed to the roof of the shop next to him and said to Carmen.

"Huh? See, how? Carmen followed his fingers and looked up.

After getting her confirmation, Lance grabbed her shoulders and threw her upwards, throwing her directly onto the roof.

Caught off guard, Carmen exclaimed, but he fell safely on the roof, but still didn't get up in shock.

Where can those people endure this scene? If he ran away, wouldn't he have watched the dollar fly away in front of his eyes? Suddenly, one by one, they howled and rushed over.

Lance's face also became cold, his muscles bulged, his body arched slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed.

A terrifying explosive force gushed out from his body, and his legs instantly straightened and suddenly rushed towards the crowd in front.

It was much faster than a sports car, and in the blink of an eye it was already in the middle of the crowd.

"Ah!!"

In an instant, a series of screams sounded one after another, Lance's body seemed to be cast in steel, and a punch could shatter a person's sternum, and the speed was so fast that he didn't have any ability to parry.

He could only slash indiscriminately in the direction he appeared, and if Lance fired at them with fire, it really didn't necessarily work, although it wasn't fatal, and it hurt to hit him.

In the crowd, it is not convenient to take out a gun and shoot, every bullet may hit friendly troops, it is good to say that it is better to kill if it is not killed, what if the other party holds a grudge and shoots a black gun?

Lance's attack was so violent, it was simply devastated and collapsed.

"! I can't fucking help it!

One guy roared, then picked up the MP5 in his hand and pulled the trigger on Lance.

"Tap-da-da!"

The bullet whistled, but Lance, who had already been prepared, casually grabbed a man wearing a red turban next to him and blocked it, and suddenly blood splattered, staining his entire body red, his cheeks twitching, feeling this great pain.

When someone shoots, no one dares to step forward, and the rest wake up like a dream, retreating backwards to avoid being hit, and at the same time pulling out their weapons and preparing to shoot.

In the next second, Lance suddenly pushed the man away, and the two-hundred-pound strong man smashed on the guy who shot like a cannonball.

The man took several steps back and fell to the ground, his mouth constantly spitting blood, his body convulsed, and he looked like he was about to break his breath, apparently the huge impact force made his internal organs rupture, and perhaps several bones were broken.

I originally thought that many people could easily solve this kid, but I didn't expect that dozens of people didn't even hold on to a face, and this contrast was too strong.

Lance's right hand, which no longer kept his hand, condensed Kaos, and an ominous aura emanated from him, and at that moment, everyone involuntarily took a few steps back.

......

After Lance got the weird monster, S.H.I.E.L.D. specially mobilized a satellite to find Lance's traces.

And at this moment, in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters that was watching Lance, the people in charge of monitoring looked at each other behind each other, looking at the picture on the video in disbelief.

The well-informed Coulson remained calm at the moment, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Sir, the live broadcast screen is coming... Yes..." Nick

Fury, who wore a black trench coat all day in the Tricurved Wing Building, silently watched the killing in front of him after hanging up the phone.

I thought he was just a good young man, worth cultivating, and maybe in a few years he could compete with Hawkeye or Black Widow, or even surpass them.

But with the attention paid to him, Fury felt that Lance was somewhat beyond his control.

Especially the appearance of that monster completely disrupted his layout.

The flesh of this unknown creature was in the research room of S.H.I.E.L.D. at the moment, and in the second hour after it was transported, the corpses that had been completely lifeless began to squirm, as if they wanted to glue together.

For so long, those S.H.I.E.L.D. researchers and biologists still haven't figured out what this thing is.

So how strong is Lance, who can chop it into minced meat?

Is it also an alien creature?