章 13: Chapter 13 Encounter
"Sir, are there really people in this world who cannot be killed? "
Colson looked at the scene in the distance and couldn't help turning his head to ask Fury next to him.
"Newcomers, you have to remember that there is never anyone in this world who cannot be killed. The reason why you think he cannot be killed is just because you haven't found the right method yet." Fury glanced at Coulson beside him and said in a warning tone.
Coulson nodded and secretly wrote down these words.
In fact, Fury was no less shocked than Coulson.
It's just that he is used to not showing his inner thoughts on his face, so he can't see it.
But as he said himself, there is no one in this world who cannot be killed, even if the person is called the Night The Demon can still be fierce under so many bullets.
Fury always firmly believes that the opponent is by no means unkillable.
The bullets can't kill him, they still have bombs!
Even if the bombs still can't kill him, Fury doesn't believe it? If you throw him into the magma, he will not die?
Moreover, apart from being difficult to kill, this night demon is not much stronger than ordinary people in other aspects. Whether it is speed or strength, there is no amazing performance.
And that kind of fighting skills makes Agent Fury, who has experienced many battles, see many flaws.
To sum up, Fury is almost sure that the opponent is just an ordinary person who suddenly gained special abilities. As for why he did such a thing, he doesn't know why.
Judging from what the other party has done since he first appeared until now, he should have some personal grudges with these gangs.
After drawing these conclusions in his mind, Fury breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was still This night demon is actually an enhanced person trained by a certain organization. If that is the case, things will become complicated and tricky. The current result is actually the best.
Even SHIELD might be able to recruit this person Night Demon.
After all, the opponent's talent is there. After a little training, he will be better than those agents who have been trained for more than ten years.
But these things are not for Fury, a mere third-level agent, to consider.
His current The mission is just to capture the opponent.
As for whether the follow-up is to recruit people or something else, that is none of his business....
In the club, people kept pouring out.
It feels like poking a hornet's nest.
Some of these people are from the Hell Motorcycle Gang, but most are from other gangs. They have all received instructions from Falcone to set up this ambush tonight to kill this night demon.
It's just that the Night Demon is far more difficult than they previously expected.
Seeing people falling down in front of them, and the night demon who obviously had no idea how many bullets he had shot in his body, was still killing fiercely, which made many people a little scared.
"Come on! Give them all to me!"
"The other party is alone, shoot him!"
The gang leaders behind yelled loudly.
It was of some use at first, but gradually, these subordinates stopped listening to them. No matter how much they scolded them, they just wouldn't move forward.
"Motherfucker, get out of my way and let me come!"
A bald man with a beard grabbed the AK from his subordinate's hand, and fired a burst of fire at Clark, who was rushing over. The bullets hit Clark's body, making him retreat repeatedly.
But when the shuttle was finished sweeping, he heard a burst of fire. With the sound of"ding, ding, clang", all the bullets that hit Clark were squeezed out by his muscles. The flattened bullets fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.
Clark stabilized his body at this time, and was covered in blood. raised his head, stared at the other person, and showed a cruel smile
"Fuck! You monster! Go to hell!!!"
The bald bearded man was obviously pale with fright, but he still cursed angrily, took out his pistol, and shot Clark repeatedly. Clark dodged left and right, avoiding some bullets.
When he got closer, he waved his knife and killed him directly. The bald bearded man raised one of his arms to resist.
Just as the bald bearded man screamed, Clark stabbed him again.
The screams suddenly stopped.
When the other people who were still alive saw it, they were already frightened, no longer caring about giving orders, they all turned around and ran away, one by one running faster than the other.
Clark did not pursue him.
He stood there and took a few deep breaths.
At this moment, there was a neat burst of Footsteps came from all directions, and along with the sound of bullets being loaded, small green dots appeared on Clark's body.
"I know bullets can't kill you, but trust me, these are not the punks you usually deal with."
A voice came from over there.
Clark turned to look over.
In the darkness, a black man in a black suit came out of the crowd, followed by a white man with a meticulous expression.
Nick Fury! Phil Coulson!
Seeing the two of them, Clark couldn't help but read their names in his heart.
"Our immortal gentleman, could you please put down the weapon in your hand first?"
Fury pointed to the knife in Clark's hand.
"Are you still afraid of this?"Clark picked up the knife and shook it
"Oh oh oh~! Calm down Mr. Immortal, otherwise I can't guarantee whether your handsome face will have dozens of bullet holes in the next second." Fury said loudly with an exaggerated expression, while taking a small step back.
"Yes, this is the distance between us. It is good for you and me to keep this distance."
"Are you so afraid of death?" Clark laughed, and then dropped the knife in his hand on the ground.
"I believe it must be difficult for you to understand the degree of awe ordinary people like us have towards such weapons." Fury said with a smile.
"Then, could you please kick it farther away? Yes, kick gently, don't force it."
Clark casually kicked over and kicked aside the knife that was thrown on the ground.
Immediately, someone came forward, put the knife away, and put it into a container.
"It was just an ordinary knife." Clark said after seeing this,"Furthermore, this black man...Mr. African American, you are wrong about one thing. I can understand the awe of you ordinary people towards weapons. I am not born with this ability."
"Wow~! That's good news." Fury said with a smile, but deep down in his heart, he was already thinking about another question.
It is not an innate ability.
In other words, it is most likely a product of the laboratory?
So, who created him?
Fury felt that things suddenly became a lot more difficult.
He would rather the other party told him that this ability is innate and you should not try to copy it.
That would be better
"Well, it seems that this place is not suitable for our conversation. How about we change places?"
"Like an interrogation room?" Clark said with a smile.
"Single suites are also available." Fury said.
"Believe me, they will always satisfy you."
"What if I don't want to?" Clark looked at him and said.
Fury looked around and pointed at the heavily armed special forces members.
"It seems I have no choice. Clark sneered and said
"It depends on what you think. You can regard it as your own initiative to cooperate with us."
Fury is still smiling. To be honest, his expression is quite worthy of a beating.
"Unfortunately, I plan to choose another path." Clark whispered.
"What?" Fury didn't hear clearly.
At this time, Clark suddenly put a hand into his pocket and pressed a certain button.
The next moment...
A violent explosion sounded.
The surrounding area, including the club in front, was instantly engulfed by the flames of the explosion.
Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. was directly thrown away by the shock wave generated by the explosion. For a moment, everyone was so dizzy that it was difficult to even stand up.
Clark was the only one present who could still stand.
He patted the dust on his clothes and walked step by step to Nick Fury who was lying on the ground.
"Agent Fury, we'll see you next time." He knelt down and whispered in Nick Fury's ear.
"Long live Hydra!"
On the ground, Fury struggled and reached out to grab Clark's ankle.
"You, you are...Hydra?!"
"Didn't Agent Fury hear that?" Clark's face was filled with a warm smile.
"Cut off one head and two will grow!"
"See you next time, Agent Fury."
After that, Clark turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing in the explosion of fire....
[Destroy Falcone's ambush plan and seriously undermine the underground rules he established, and get +200 destruction points!]
[Slightly destroy the Hydra organization's latent plan, damage points +1000!]
[Severely damaged the S.H.I.E.L.D. special forces team, killed three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and gained +200 destruction points!]
[In front of Nick Fury, he said"Long live Hydra" and then walked away, causing long-term and indelible trauma to his spirit. Damage points +5000!]
[Slightly injuring Phil Coulson and leaving an indelible bad impression in his mind, damage points +800! ]
Clark, who had just returned home, suddenly received several prompts from the system in his mind.
"Good guy! The future director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed the one who earns the most points!"
Clark, who had just laid down, sat up directly without resting. He directly called up the character panel and prepared to strengthen it.
Destruction points: 7253
[Already have template: Kryptonian Template 0.03%+]
Once, twice, three times...
After a full seven clicks, the plus sign behind the Kryptonian template disappeared.
Let's look at the enhanced Kryptonian template data again
[Already have template: Kryptonian Template 0.1%]
"There is finally only one digit after the decimal point."
Clark laughed happily.
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Thangam_Robert
Thangam_Robert As per my dicipline for reaching 117 collection on the fourth day.
my draft are out of stock, but well after today I will be on hiatus for 2-6 days, so collect like crazy today.
same old rule 20 collection= 1 bonus chapter.
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