The gun went off.
The person who fired the shot was even a famous sharpshooter in their team, but all they heard was the sound of bullets hitting the wall.
As for the target that he wanted to hit, he didn't even touch it.
Even the person who fired the gun looked at his gun in shock. What he was sure of was that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his gun, and he was aiming at the person when he fired.
But why didn't it hit?
This question puzzled all the team members, but now was obviously not the time to think about such things.
Bruce was clearly not the type of person who would make them think carefully about why they couldn't hit him within seven steps.
Bruce dodged the bullet and disappeared from their sight again.
He even extinguished all the light sources in the entire underground space.
Today's agents are just blind.
When Bruce came out again, the brass knuckles on his fists, which had already burned red, began to fly up and down in their sight.
Pulling an agent over, Bruce clamped his hand tightly around the agent's wrist to ensure that he wouldn't make any unnecessary movements.
The other hand directly broke the agent's elbow.
"ah!!"
The intense pain made the agent scream out in this defenseless situation.
Without waiting for orders from their commander, the other agents made their best choices.
As long as they don't want to become like their previous colleagues.
Everyone will make this choice.
"Bang, bang, bang!!!"
The continuous sound of gunfire illuminated the surroundings brightly.
Obviously, what spewed out from the muzzle was not only the bullets, but also the fear of those agents.
In this shooting, the agent who had his arm broken by Bruce and shouted out was unsurprisingly turned into a sieve.
In other words, the forensic doctor would only be able to find some human tissue of this unfortunate guy from the pile of bullets.
The agents did achieve objective results, with one of their agents being turned into a pulp by one of their own.
But what about Bruce?
At this moment, his suit was not even stained with dust.
This environment is too convenient for bats.
In Bruce's eyes, these agents are now obviously in a state of fear.
They had no way of knowing for sure whether they were dealing with a human or a ghost.
If it were a human, how could it be possible for him to dodge their shooting again and again.
Only ghosts can do this.
If it was a ghost, their special agent team that specialized in handling normal emergencies would obviously be no match for it.
They need professional help.
"What are we fighting?"
When someone starts to communicate, it means that this guy's psychological defenses are obviously broken.
"Silence." But the only answer he got was the commander's cold words.
He could only suppress his fear.
I don't know how long I can hold on.
Under fear, their fighting capacity has begun to decline.
What was originally a little troublesome for Bruce has now become simple.
Who made Bruce not expect that there was the shadow of Hydra behind Kingpin.
When I came here, I put on a simple bulletproof vest and a bat mask ready to conceal my identity at any time.
But this also reminded Bruce that this is the real world and not everything can be viewed simply according to the situations in the movies.
At Spider-Man's funeral, there was no superhero like Captain America.
But in this world, all the heroes who have communicated with Spider-Man appeared on the scene.
There is no way to fake this.
"Retreat." The commander didn't intend to continue fighting with Bruce here.
Not to mention that they were facing a guy who had no idea what was going on, the double tension, both physical and psychological, was really making him a little overwhelmed.
As a commander, he felt that his nerves might collapse at any time.
What about the team members who asked earlier?
For them, this was an unspoken fear.
All he had to do was bring all his remaining team members to the ground.
Unfortunately, Bruce won't give them this opportunity.
He had already set his sights on the agent who had asked the question earlier.
That guy is on the verge of collapse.
Just add a little more force.
He will be the breakthrough point for Bruce to defeat the others here.
Bruce, wearing a bat mask, appeared in front of the agent at an extremely fast speed.
Then it returned to darkness like a ghost.
Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Bruce was certain that the guy must have seen his appearance clearly.
"ah!!!"
The ferocious bat mask that appeared in front of the agent had already turned into a green-faced, fang-toothed demon in the agent's own imagination.
He can no longer bear this pressure.
Ignoring the orders from his commander, he raised his gun and fired wildly at the space in front of him.
The sound of gunfire echoed in every corner of this dark space.
Amid the flashes of gunfire, Bruce's figure appeared again.
The originally neat formation had become somewhat chaotic as the agent lost control.
And this is Bruce's best opportunity.
In the eyes of the agent, it was clear that every shot he fired was directed towards the elusive figure.
But there is no effect.
"Click—click—click—"
After the firepower was unleashed, the sound of empty chambers continued to be heard.
At the same time, the wailing of teammates beside him could be heard.
Bruce's punch had left an indelible mark on his body for life.
The bats have already set their sights on them.
The mentally broken agent sat down on the ground, without the ability to stand up again. He just watched his teammates being knocked to the ground one after another by the devil in a suit.
In the end, he was left with the same fist.
The burning bat symbol left the same mark on his shoulder blade.
When Hydra agents came to support, all they saw were agents knocked to the ground.
There is also an unusually clear bat logo.
All these performances made Crossbones, who came here, look solemn.
"None of them are fatal, but they can make people faint in the shortest time, which is quite tricky." Crossbones came to this conclusion after just examining the injuries of an agent.
"However, it seems that our previous judgment was wrong. That guy might not be a super criminal, but more like a superhero."
"Only Superheroes would leave them alive."
Crossbones clapped his hands and looked at the other side where the notepads and folders were originally placed.
"We don't have any agents who failed missions and survived." After Crossbones said this, the agents around him had already performed Hydra's unique etiquette towards him.
The next moment, they had already raised their guns at their former comrades.
"boom!"
(End of this chapter)
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