The flames were raging and the heat wave was rolling. The Mandarin could have used his own energy to concentrate the attack power on one point, but he had no intention of restraining it. Instead, he allowed the flames to sweep through the entire downtown.
Amid his wild laughter, the flames surged wildly, and many citizens who had been wandering on the streets were burned to charcoal without even realizing what was happening.
The crowd ran wildly, shouting and crying, and the U.S. military and local police forces asked the Mandarin to raise his hands and surrender.
"Surrender?" After reading the pilot's memory, the Mandarin could already understand English, and he heard all the soldiers' words.
Disdain, gloominess, indifference and other emotions were unabashedly reflected on his old face.
"This is my land! You should kneel down at my feet and beg my forgiveness. Maybe I will be magnanimous and spare your humble lives!" The Mandarin stood with his hands behind his hands in a pretentious manner, floating in the air, as if he was
Master of the sky.
Just as the Kandahar police force was about to go up to capture the enemy, they saw a scene that shocked them. The American men who had always been regarded as equal to heavenly soldiers and generals in their minds turned around and ran away, and some of them threw weapons while running. p>
This is the most advanced weapon in the world today. If you usually pick it up and give it to your superiors, it will more or less be upgraded by two levels, but now they have no intention of doing so.
The heavenly soldiers and generals have all run away, why should we go up and fight to the death? You’re kidding!
The Kandahar police took advantage of being locals and familiar with the terrain and fled in all directions.
It's a pity that they didn't get the order to lure the enemy early like the US military. Their escape speed was half a beat slower, they looked forward and backward, and they didn't run so resolutely.
More than a dozen locals ran wildly, but after running for a while, they found that instead of moving forward, they took a few steps back. When they realized something was wrong, they felt like they were being dragged back by an unknown force.<
/p>
The slow ones acted like fools before they even understood what was going on. The quick ones begged and watched helplessly as they bumped into the lightning summoned by the Mandarin.
More than a dozen Kandahar police officers were pulled back by gravity. Several ear-piercing explosions were heard at the scene, and then they were all reduced to a pile of coke by lightning.
Looking at the fleeing American troops, the Mandarin gave a ferocious sneer, and once again assumed the role of a hunter and went to pursue them.
After chasing through two streets, the Mandarin was slightly startled when he saw that the US military, which was already a lost dog, had resumed its formation and surrounded the space around him in small teams.
"No matter how many ants there are, can they defeat the elephant?" He had no fear of being surrounded. Unfortunately, he had won consecutive battles. This time, he was too proud and lost the calmness he should have. A Battery sniper rifle shot at him.
Open fire from a hiding place less than thirty meters away from him.
The initial speed of the bullet reached 800 meters per second, which was faster than the Mandarin's reaction, and the distance was too close. His shield had just been set up halfway, and the bullet was already in front of him, so he quickly turned his head to avoid it.
The bullet scratched a shallow mark on his face. Although the scar was quickly restored by self-healing power, he had not experienced this sense of shame for many years.
"Fire, fire!" the army general from the rear headquarters ordered loudly.
The snipers who had been ambush had already opened fire, and then two M1A2 main battle tanks came from both ends of the street. They aimed at the Mandarin and opened fire wildly.
The firepower of the tank was much stronger than the bullets Daisy and the others had before. The Mandarin had seen the tank in the pilot's memory, but he still underestimated it and was beaten extremely badly by the tank's main gun.
Daisy, who was familiar with the Mandarin's characteristics, arranged for two more Black Hawk helicopters. They flew above the Mandarin's head, each fired a batch of concussive bombs, and then fled.
As the smoke and dust filled the air, the Mandarins were resisting artillery fire when they suddenly felt that there were many strong light sources around them, accompanied by loud noises.
The bright light made his eyes blurred, and the noise made him lose his perception of the outside world for a while.
"It works, Agent Johnson, your method is great!" Seeing that the attack worked, the two veteran generals at the headquarters smiled happily and were extremely happy.
Daisy accepted these insincere compliments with a smile, and praised her own wit in her heart.
A strong enemy like the Mandarin would definitely have little effect if hit hard with weapons, but he also has weaknesses, and his body is still a human being.
Heavy weapons can be defended by the ring, but many non-lethal weapons and auxiliary weapons can have an effect on him.
They celebrated at the headquarters. The Mandarin had already encountered a crisis. The high-decibel noise made him lightheaded. When the "qi" in his body was mobilized, it was inevitable that there would be leaks. The firepower of the surrounding US military was vented on his head again.
He was shot continuously within a few seconds, and his self-healing ability was far inferior to that of Wolverine. Facing the heavily armed U.S. military, he would die if he didn't fight back. The situation was extremely serious for a while.
He hurriedly descended from the air and squatted half-crouched on the ground, muttering something in his mouth. The material reorganization ring on his right thumb emitted a burst of black light, and four tall rock giants stood out from the ground on each side.
Seeing such a supernatural scene, everyone in the headquarters and all the US troops at the scene were a little confused. Isn't this a movie? Are the stone giants coming out?
"Keep firing, it's just a pile of rocks, nothing special!" Daisy couldn't give direct command and could only remind the old general.
By the time the old general passed the order to the front line, the Mandarin had already summoned more than a dozen rock giants, and a large black cloud protected him at the center.
The tank opened fire again. The stone giant, which was invincible in the eyes of the ancients, could not withstand the bombardment of modern artillery. It was almost one shot at a time.
It's a pity that after such a few seconds of delay, the Mandarin returned to normal.
Being injured by a swarm of ants seemed to him a great shame and humiliation.
Facing the attack of hundreds of soldiers, the Mandarin finally became serious and began to use the power of his right hand.
The ring on the right hand is stronger than the ring on the left hand. The five rings on the left are the gravity control of the thumb, the fire impact of the index finger, the lightning storm of the middle finger, the psychic amplifier of the ring finger, and the ice impact of the little finger.
There are three rings with energy attacks on the left hand. In modern society, these energy attacks can actually be replaced by high-tech weapons.
The five rings on the right hand are much stronger. They are the material reorganization of the thumb, the shock wave of the index finger, the cyclone control of the middle finger, the atomic cutting of the ring finger and the dark force field of the little finger.
After the Mandarin began to use his right hand, the number of casualties began to rise rapidly.
Similar to Daisy's shock ability, the Mandarin can also use shock waves with the help of his ring. He regards the two US military M1A2 tanks as the biggest threat. Two consecutive shock waves killed the internal controller, and the main battle tanks immediately