The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 318 Finally see Killian!

Stark also looked in the direction of Angelo's finger, and saw the Extremis virus fighters who were shrinking their defenses.

Stark pondered for a moment, then tapped the armor's arm twice, and a miniature projection was projected from the armor, displayed in front of the two of them.

This is a structural diagram of the White House, so detailed that even the trash cans in the building can be seen.

This was scanned by Stark using the scanning function of the armor just before Angelo's arrival.

At this time, the president was not in the emergency shelter, but in the president's office. It seemed that the unlucky President Ellis was detained before he even had time to hide in the bunker.

Although, it doesn't matter much whether the hapless President Ellis can hide in the bunker.

"Dude, our most important task now is to rescue President Ellis." Stark stretched out his finger and clicked on the projection of the structural diagram.

Following Stark's actions, two road maps planned by striking red lines began to appear on the projection.

One is a well-behaved route that extends from the front of the White House to the President's Office, and the other is a road map that breaks through the wall directly from the back wall of the White House to the President's Office.

One is quite satisfactory, and the other is slanted.

Angelo looked at the two red lines on the projection, and said to Stark, "Man, can we really guarantee the safety of this unfortunate Mr. President? How do we go? I don't care, but I'm not very I want to bring Mr. President back to life."

The two routes are not very difficult for An Qiluo, but if they enter through the main entrance openly, these hopeless virus fighters will most likely choose to kill them if they know they are invincible, even if Mr. President drops the nuclear bomb. If the password is spoken, they will kill and silence it.

After all, when you know that you will die, you are worthy of killing one, and you can earn blood by killing two, not to mention pulling a president back.

Stark scratched his head in distress, "Okay, okay, Angelo, it seems that we need to split up, buddy, you go from the back and save President Ellis first. I will go in through the main entrance to attract attention force."

When Angelo didn't come, Stark tried it just now. He sneaked outside the back wall of the White House and quickly rescued President Ellis.

But who knew that the building material of the exterior wall of the White House that I had seen turned out to be a special material, and some small-power lasers and weapons could not break it quickly. But if Stark wants to use a powerful weapon, and because President Ellis behind the wall throws a mouse.

But An Qiluo is different, he is more suitable for this kind of single combat.

As Stark spoke, he pointed to the Mark armor and war machine that were sticking to everything in the sky, "Now my armor is all entangled, I can only go from there with Ivan Vanke, that Russian guy. Frontal attack."

"You reconciled with Ivan Vanke?" Angelo looked at Stark in surprise.

It was hard for him to imagine that before Ivan Vanke was still looking like he wanted to strangle Stark to death, but after a while, the two reconciled?

"Huh!" Stark snorted coldly, and turned his gaze not far away, "Reconcile? Impossible, but that Russian guy still has some skills, and his tattered body is actually quite capable of fighting, so I will For the time being, don’t bother with him.”

Angelo followed Stark's gaze, and saw Ivan Vanke, who was wearing a former Soviet-style armor, whipping two whips that flashed with lightning in his hands like a tiger.

When An Qiluo saw it, the Russian guy happened to split the Extremis virus soldier exuding high temperature in two with a whip.

This kind of injury, let alone the Extremis virus, even An Qiluo's great medicine can't cure it! The body of this Extremis virus soldier cooled down quickly, and after a few dying struggles, he turned into two piles of shredded meat and laid them quietly on the ground.

And Ivan Vanke just spat contemptuously on the grass in front of the White House, and then went looking for the next target with a whip.

The combination of Ivan Vanke's excellent physical fitness and armor has produced a qualitative leap in the ability of close combat.

And the melee ability is exactly what Stark does not have or is good at.

Two people fighting together is the best solution at the moment. Both of them are wearing battle armor, one for close combat and the other for long range attack. Moreover, looking at Stark's unhappy expression, it is obvious that something else happened between Stark and Ivan Vanke just now.

Angelo guessed right. When Angelo first arrived here, Stark was attacked and was attacked by a desperate virus warrior hiding in the dark. If Ivan Vanke hadn't reached out in time, He sent a helping hand and split the hopeless virus fighter in half with a whip. It is estimated that Stark would definitely not be easy to get rid of the opponent's entanglement.

Although, Ivan's whip didn't show mercy to Stark. After splitting the desperate soldier in half, he split on Stark's armor again. Fortunately, the armor made of Stark's gold coins is still very defensive, and Ivan Vanke's whip did not cause any damage.

Angelo didn't expose the arrogant Stark, he just smiled, then glanced at the location of the back wall of the White House on the projected map, and remembered it in his heart.

"Then we proceed according to the plan now?" Stark buckled his mask and asked Angelo.

Angelo closed his eyes and shook his head, "Wait a minute, Stark. It will be ready soon."

"Um?"

Just as Stark looked at Angelo suspiciously, wanting to see what the hell he was doing, a huge black shadow rushed towards Angelo with smoke and dust from the broken house.

Stark watched in astonishment, and found that this huge black shadow could emit a flash of lightning from time to time, as if there was a leakage of electricity. At the same time, accompanied by the flickering of electric light, there was a scream of pain.

The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and the smoke and dust on its body could no longer block the line of sight.

At this time, Stark saw the opponent's appearance clearly. His joints were covered with hideous bone spurs. With a height of nearly four meters, he looked like a huge metal creation, just like his Mark armor.

Stark also saw that there seemed to be a person under the armpit of this figure? A person in "extraordinary costumes", the screams accompanied by the electric light were made by this person.

"Dude, did you call Tough Batian's cousin?" Stark is worthy of studying machinery, and he is more professional than Steve. some difference.

"Hmm... it should be considered." An Qiluo touched his nose, he was too lazy to explain, the fact that the Destroyer was the cousin of Hard Batian was completely confirmed.

Thor was held under the arm of the Destroyer, and he also saw the trumpet "Destroyer Armor" all over the sky.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Thor locked his eyes on Angelo and Stark next to him.

Although Thor didn't know Stark, and didn't even know the name of the other party, but Thor had a hunch that his embarrassment today was seen by the other party, which would definitely become his shame in the future.

It has to be said that Thor's hunch was correct, and Stark had asked Jarvis to quietly record this scene in the armor.

Stark saw the figure of the Destroyer, and those Extremis virus fighters naturally also saw this oppressive behemoth.

This thing doesn't look easy to mess with, and it seems that everyone is watching the metal giant in front of them vigilantly.

But in the next second, under the vigilant eyes of the Extremis virus fighters and Stark's bewildered eyes, Angelo and the Destroyer who was holding Thor abducted ran away...

The direction of running is not the White House...

Stark: ...

A group of desperate virus fighters: ...

Stark knew that Angelo was looking for a detour to the back wall of the White House, where he needed to break through the wall and rescue President Ellis.

but! Shouldn't this kind of thing be lurking in the past! You took this big four-meter-tall guy to detour in such a fierce way? ? ?

Do you think those Extremis virus fighters are blind?

Stark wanted to raise his hand to stop Angelo, but he looked at Angelo for just a few seconds, and he had already run away with the Destroyer with the billowing smoke, and finally he could only lower his arms weakly.

At the same time, Jarvis was ordered to control the Mark Armor Legion that was entangled with the war machine in the sky, and launched an all-out attack on the White House!

Stark restarted the armor on his body, and together with Ivan Vanke, the Russian guy, began to attack the defense line of the extremis virus fighters.

As for President Ellis, I can only ask God to bless him to be safe and sound under Angelo's "rescue".

Good luck to you.

A group of Extremis virus fighters saw that Angelo had run away, and they were a little suspicious at first, wondering if there was a fraud in their hearts, but facing the attack of Stark and Ivan Vanke and the Mark Armor Legion, they I had no choice but to restrain my mind and concentrate on dealing with these steel creations.

Anyway, the leader, Killian, is still taking care of the president himself, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Although they were all injected with the perfect Extremis virus, their body's recovery ability was greatly accelerated, and there was no risk of uncontrolled self-explosion, but if they were like the companion who was whipped in half by Ivan's whip, their recovery ability was completely It's useless, it's better to be careful.

Imerton also led Ansu Na Kash to throw magic attacks in the distance, constantly attacking these hopeless virus fighters.

For a moment, under the cooperation of everyone, the Extremis virus fighters suffered heavy casualties, so they could only retreat into the White House, trying to use the gate of the White House to build a line of defense against everyone's attack.

However, under the attack of the crowd, they were still retreating steadily, and the defense line could only retreat again and again.

...

The other half, An Qiluo and the Destroyer "ran away" in a big way.

He made a big circle around the White House, ran all the way to the back wall of the White House, found the location given by Jarvis, and then stopped.

Fortunately, the area around the White House has been isolated by the National Guard, otherwise Angelo and the Destroyer would have been surrounded by people who were not afraid of death to watch the excitement this time.

An Qiluo touched his chin, and glanced at the solid wall in front of him.

Then raised his finger to the wall, and said to the Destroyer, "Go, break it!"

Angelo could use magic or let the Destroyer blast the wall in front of him with a pillar of fire. He just felt that it would be more imposing if the Destroyer broke through the wall.

The Destroyer paused, then obediently raised his feet and began to sprint.

Of course, without Angelo's order, Thor was still held under the arm of the Destroyer.

Thor looked at the wall that was getting closer and closer to his door, and couldn't hide his horrified eyes, and shouted frantically, "Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm still here! Stop! You have to put me down first Ah... ah!"

Only then did Angelo think of the hammer god. He looked up at the sky in embarrassment, pretended not to care and whistled. At this time, it was too late for him to stop the Destroyer, and he could only hope Thor People are fine.

After all, Thor is the god of thunder in Asgard, and the physique of ordinary Asgardians is three times that of Earth people. Even if Thor hits his face against a wall, he should, maybe, maybe be fine, right?

With a scream of Thor and a roar of broken walls.

The back wall of the White House was finally knocked out a four-meter-high hole by the Destroyer, and of course Thor's screams stopped abruptly.

Looking at the four-meter-high big hole in the wall in front of him, Angelo had to give a thumbs up to the construction team who built the White House.

Of course, Angelo knew that this was not the time to admire the quality of the building. He quickly ran in through the big hole, and then quickly locked onto the old acquaintance who was sitting on the chair and staring at him in astonishment—President Ellis.

There was no trace of abuse or torture on President Ellis' body, and even the suit on his body was unusually neat.

Just in case, An Qiluo released a modified version of the bone prison to President Ellis. The bone prison can not only trap the people inside, but also help the people inside defend against external attacks. At least the bone prison must be broken first before the people inside can be harmed.

A bone prison formed around President Ellis and quickly closed, forming a completely airtight box.

Hmm... It looks a bit like a coffin, but it doesn't matter, at least safety is guaranteed.

...

Sure enough, An Qiluo's choice was right. The next second after the bone prison was fully formed, a red-lit, high-temperature fist slammed hard at the position where President Ellis was just now.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound.

This "Fist of Burning" hits the bone prison that Angelo summoned.

It's a pity that this punch, apart from scorching and distorting the surrounding air, did not cause any damage to the bone prison.

When the other party saw this scene, he didn't do any more useless work. Instead, he put away his fists, stood where he was, and looked up and down confidently at An Qiluo.

"You are Angelo, the priest of hell? The one in New York?" A voice sounded.

The other party's voice actually revealed a hint of gentleness, without the slightest hint of viciousness of a terrorist.

Only then did An Qiluo look at the other party.

With short blond hair, a not-so-ugly face, a hardcover upper body, and a pair of neat trousers, he looks like an elite gentleman in society. The whole person should be able to score seven points. Outside, there may be quite a few girls who can be so fascinated.

The premise is that there are no crimson crack-like lines on the other party's body and face and the terrifying high temperature exuding from the whole body, otherwise the girl who approaches him may become a single person in a few seconds.

"It's me." Angelo shrugged, glanced at Thor who was knocked dizzy and looking miserable, and then said to Killian, "I know you, you are Killian."

The reason why An Qiluo was willing to talk nonsense with the other party and didn't kill him directly was entirely because he wanted to extract the formula of the complete Extremis virus from Killian's forehead, so that he would have endless healing potions in the future.

But in Killian's ears, that's not the case.

Killian looked at An Qiluo with some excitement, and finally said in a rambling manner, "You really know me? Yes, yes, you must know me. You said my name is Killian..."