The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 159 Silky Combo

The strange-looking steel parts flew towards the abomination in mid-air with tail flames.

Hate looked at these strangely shaped metal parts. Although he didn't understand what it was, he could guess in his heart that it was absolutely impossible to be a good thing.

The falling abomination twisted its body in the air to avoid the steel parts that were rushing towards him, but the product from the hands of technological genius Tony Stark was so easy to dodge.

Even if this anti-Hulk device is just his experimental work, the first version.

The steel parts seemed to have eyes, following the abomination as the abomination writhed in the air.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

With a few sounds of metal and machinery merging, the steel parts were precisely buckled on the limbs and body of the abomination, not even the foot that was broken by Frank's gun butt.

Seeing this scene in the steel suit, Stark raised his hand and manipulated it a few times on his arm.

The steel parts attached to the limbs of the abomination created a strong suction force against each other.

Immediately, the zongzi-like hatred pierced by the bone spear was twisted into a shameful posture and restrained.

An Qiluo, who was chasing up on the bone dragon, felt sick to his stomach when he saw the abomination who was bound by metal parts into a tortoise-shell posture.

Angelo: ...This thing is an anti-Hulk device? Is it a little too strong?

If Hulk was tied up by Stark in this posture... Thinking of this, Angelo couldn't help shivering.

Seeing the abomination that was falling freely from the sky, An Qiluo suppressed his nausea and stopped the bone dragon, letting the bone dragon hover in mid-air. Like a sledgehammer, a staff smashes the head of the abomination.

After all, the attributes on the Beast Spirit Staff are gone. This staff is a two-handed weapon, and the most correct way to use it must be to use it like a two-handed warhammer!

But looking at the shameful posture of hatred now, An Qiluo felt that he should not insult the beast spirit staff...

He communicated with the skill tree in his heart, and once again threw a skill at the abomination in mid-air.

Loathing looked at the oncoming bone prison, with a look of relief in his eyes.

Kill me, right now!

After the abomination was bound into a dumpling by Stark's anti-Hulk armor just now, he wished he could die.

Originally, he thought that the live broadcast on the TV station was pretty good, allowing people all over the world to see how strong he was, but now he is in this shameful posture and still has a pot lid in his mouth.

Now the whole world has seen it!

It reminded him of some unspeakable games he had played with prostitutes when he was emir.

If An Qiluo didn't kill him, maybe he didn't even know how to survive himself!

Angelo also did as he wished, summoning a bone spear and shooting it at the head of the abomination.

Hate that the skin that was originally invulnerable was as fragile as tofu when facing Angelo's bone spear. The bone spear pierced through Abomination's front face easily, and emerged from the back of the head again.

The vitality of the abomination is very strong, but it is still a carbon-based creature. When his head was pierced by the bone spear, his body only twitched a few times before losing his life.

By the time the huge body of hatred fell from the sky to the top floor of the Empire State Building, it had long since lost its breath of life.

Angelo looked at this guy who was bloated to death with pity, this wave, this wave is called shrimp and pig heart... especially Stark's anti-Hulk device, which directly caused the hatred to explode.

Otherwise, according to Emil's mind that has been distorted by pain to the point of deformity, I'm afraid he won't give up resistance so easily.

Although, whether he resists or not, the final result will not be different.

Angelo shifted his gaze to Stark who was wearing a steel battle armor. His eyes were a little subtle. He didn't expect Stark to have such a hobby. Rich people really know how to play...

...

The audience who were watching the live broadcast in front of the TV also fell into a short period of sluggishness after seeing Abomination fell to the ground and stopped moving.

After a while, an intense and frantic discussion began.

Isn't this more exciting than a movie?

They thought it would be like a traditional American hero movie, where everyone fights against monsters together and finally kills them, but they didn't expect that the battle ended in less than a minute. , is a bit shorter.

This period of time is long, but it only took less than a minute from the time when the abomination rushed towards Dr. Banner and finally fell to the ground.

The people on An Qiluo's side directly killed this abomination that the military and the police were helpless with a silky combo!

Who can resist a set of silky combos?

While marveling at the tacit cooperation of the crowd, the audience even felt a little pitiful for this monster that wreaked havoc in the urban area.

They even had a sense of unreality, could this be a dream? Is it true that monsters that are invulnerable to swords and guns and can't even be dealt with by the military are killed like this?

Finally, after intense discussions among the audience, a conclusion was reached.

The military is weaker than the monster, and the monster is weaker than the priest of hell.

In particular, An Qiluo's graceful posture of casting spells while standing on the terrifying bone dragon with a staff in his hand attracted countless viewers to turn fans, flooded into Fuckbook, and followed An Qiluo's account, which made Angelo's fans The number skyrocketed, even surpassing many local internet celebrities!

In the church, Skye hugged little Gali and sat in the hall with Nick, watching TV nervously.

After seeing that the abomination was killed, Skye breathed a sigh of relief silently.

"Aunt Skye." Little Jiali was biting a piece of jerky, which Skye ran out to buy for her just now, "Do you like my dad? For the sake of the jerky, if it's you... ..."

Little Jiali pouted her mouth in confusion, tasted the taste in her mouth, "...I can give you some from Dad."

Skye rumpled little Jiali's hair into a mess in a funny way, and then shaved her little nose, "Don't talk nonsense, kid, you don't know what liking is! Hurry up and go to class, or wait for your dad Come back, it's time for Dr. Ethan to sue!"

"It's time to go to class again..." Little Jiali's face suddenly turned into a mournful face, "Mathematics is so difficult! Aunt Skye, can I not go to class, please tell Teacher Ethan not to talk to Dad Complain..."

Skye is a little at a loss. She is a big girl who has never given birth to a child, nor has she even had a boyfriend. , but it is difficult for her.

Fortunately, the sensible Nick played a role at this time, and Nick took little Jiali to the backyard, "Sister Jiali, let's go to class, otherwise the academic performance of Hard Batian will surpass us. Teacher Ethan, tell us more..."

Seeing Nick pulling the smothered little Galie towards the backyard, Skye smiled.

"... Sister Gali, let me tell you, Aunt Skye definitely likes your father, but she is too embarrassed to say it..." Nick's voice was still heard by Skye in the quiet church.

Skye's smile froze on his face: ...Is it really Frank's dumb son who is so gossip?

...

Angelo stood on the roof of the Empire State Building and asked the Iron Golem armor to "assist" Dr. Banner to take Hulk back into his body.

He suddenly felt that there seemed to be something different!

An inexplicable force appeared in his body out of thin air. This power is very similar to the power of faith provided to him by the Sisters of Fighting, but it is far less pure than the power of faith of the Sisters of Fighting.

At the same time, there seemed to be many people calling in his ears.

"Father Hell!"

"Father Hell!"

"..."

An Qiluo shook his head, and used his mental power to isolate the messy voices. He didn't use this power rashly, but put it aside first.

Before, Mage Ancient One had a brief chat with him about the power of faith. The power of faith is also divided into pure and impure. The power of faith provided by the Battle Sisters is very pure and can be used to absorb or transform the domain of God, etc., but this kind of impure The power of pure belief is not only useless, but even harmful to the gods.

If it is not a god who lacks the power of faith, it will generally not absorb this impure power of faith at will.

As for how to deal with this kind of impure power of faith, Master Gu Yi didn't say anything. At that time, Master Gu Yi never thought that An Qiluo, a person who doesn't go out very much, would one day receive such a large amount of money. The power of impure faith.

National TV reporter Eddie was sitting on the plane, thinking elatedly that he would soon be promoted and raise his salary, but at this moment, the screen of the camera on the plane suddenly went black.

Eddie hurriedly restarted the camera. Although the monster has been killed by the priest of hell, his live broadcast is not over yet. Next is the highlight of his original plan. He wants to interview both parties present and General Ross.

If he interviews the parties involved, the ratings will definitely skyrocket again!

A promotion and salary increase is a sure thing.

But strangely, no matter how many times Eddie restarted the camera, he couldn't restart it, which made him extremely anxious.

"Mr. Father." With a smile on his face, Coulson walked in through the roof door of the Empire State Building with a small device in his hand, "Hi, we meet again."

"Aren't you guys already here?" An Qiluo glanced at him, "The TV station is broadcasting live, are you not afraid to be on TV?"

"Yes," Coulson shrugged, and shook the small device in his hand at Angelo, "I had remotely turned off the camera of the TV station before I came out, and I think there should be an advertisement playing on the TV right now."

Angelo curled his lips. Although he didn't like the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents very much, he really needed their presence at this time. After all, he couldn't blow up the corpses on the top of the Empire State Building and destroy them, could he?

It's not appropriate to throw this nearly four-meter-long corpse here. Who knows if there will be some evil villains who will continue to use this thing to research other monsters.

"Are you here to ask for the corpse?" Angelo pointed to the disgusting corpse on the ground. "We are all acquaintances, let's make an offer!"

The smile on Coulson's face froze, "Uh, Mr. Angelo, we are actually here to help you deal with the aftermath. We don't need this corpse..."

"Really don't want it?" Angelo said, pointing to the pot lid stuck in Abomination's mouth, "That pot lid is the weapon used by Captain America, which is much more commemorative than the shield in the museum. You want you If you want a corpse, I will let my bone dragon take it back."

Coulson frowned, this was simply too tempting for him!

He remembered what the director had said to him on the phone. Coulson gritted his teeth and said to Angelo, "Mr. Father, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. can pay five million dollars for this corpse. This is really my authority." The highest price in the market, you see..."

"Okay, no problem. Transfer money now?"

An Qiluo waved his hand, accepted it as soon as he was offered, and did not continue to bargain with Coulson. He is now a rich man worth hundreds of millions, and he cares about what is going on for a few million.

The main reason is that it is useless for him to take this thing back, and it still takes up space. If he wants to study it, there is a living Hulk at home, so why take a defective product back, and this thing does not look very strong.

"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you now." Coulson's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand to signal a subordinate behind him to transfer the money to An Qiluo.

He originally thought that An Qiluo would ask for a bargain like when the two met for the first time...

After An Qiluo received the text message of the transfer, he waved his hand at the Iron Golem Armor, signaling it to pull the lid out of the mouth of the abomination.

"Mr. Priest, this..." Coulson was a little anxious when he saw the movement of the steel stone demon armor, but he didn't dare to go up to block the opponent.

He will have to write a ten-tenth report for the five million when he goes back this time before he can be reimbursed! Isn't it just for the weapon that Steve used?

What's the matter with being taken away by this big guy now!

"I'm just selling you the S.H.I.E.L.D. corpse," Angelo shrugged. "I don't sell the pot lid. I just introduced it to you. This is the weapon Steve used."

Come joke! There are two runes on the lid of the pot! Just want to buy it for five million? Dreaming? Back when Stark bought runes from him, he wouldn't sell them for tens of millions! How could it be sold to you?

Coulson: ...

It is said that our S.H.I.E.L.D. cheats people, and Angelo, you priest is also cheating people a lot! ! !

But Coulson looked at An Qiluo's appearance that it was impossible to refund the money, so he could only give up his plan to ask An Qiluo to refund the money.

After the Iron Stone Demon handed over the pot cover to Steve, Angelo looked at Coulson, "Help me give you a piece of advice, Chief, don't control the power you can't control. Otherwise, you will definitely cause trouble Yes, this guy is an example."

Coulson nodded approvingly, this guy was directly beaten to death by An Qiluo and others with a combo, it was really tragic.

At this time, the fighter jets garrisoned in New Jersey were long overdue.

Angelo shook his head and greeted everyone, as if he didn't even look at General Ross. Anyway, General Ross would be dead if he made such a big mess. Under this live broadcast, the influence was maximized!

As for the ownership of the disgusting corpse, it was bought by S.H.I.E.L.D. for five million. Let the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. go, it has nothing to do with me...