Although it is troublesome to kill people, the current danger level of the enemy is limited to the level of firing a cannon and listening.
Before those bullets could reach Robert, he could tilt his head and dodge directly.
There are also those guys hiding behind the trees, thinking that they can be safe relying on the cover of the tree trunks...
Robert leaned forward slightly. Just when the killers in the distance were puzzled, he kicked his legs suddenly and jumped three or four meters away. Then he took advantage of this momentum and ran forward in large strides.
Go.
And in order to avoid bullets as much as possible and reduce even a few unnecessary injuries, Robert resorted to repeatedly bouncing diagonally left and right, and quickly ran deep into the bushes.
"This guy! Concentrate the fire! Concentrate the fire!"
"Oh my God, is he a frog?!"
"Xie Te, don't come here!"
Robert casually grabbed an enemy hiding behind a tree, pulled his arm and lifted it up. He found that he was an ordinary hunter from a nearby farm. He lost interest in interrogating him and smashed the enemy's throat with a hand knife.
, and then moved the target to the enemy on the other side.
"Go to hell!"
"Bang!"
Robert held up the corpse in front of him and kicked the opponent's head into an exploding watermelon.
Are you already so strong...
I haven’t noticed it after fighting with Drake’s guys who can enter the hero’s illustrated book for a long time, but for most ordinary people in this world, his current power already belongs to the category of ghosts and gods.
Witnessing with his own eyes that Robert could smash his companion's head to pieces with one kick, the other farm hunters had long lost their will to resist and fled in all directions.
Robert, a stranger who has no connection with this place, naturally has no intention of eradicating the roots - he will leave here by ship today.
However, to be on the safe side, Robert stopped a hunter, and before he could ask, the soft-footed shrimp revealed everything he knew.
In fact, it was nothing. This group of hunters who ambushed them were the lackeys of the nearby farm. I heard that they were leaving Howlett Manor this morning, firstly to kill people and get goods, and secondly, they were instructed by the farmer behind them - if Howlett
Guests of Little Manor died within the influence of Howlett Manor, and the first person to bear the brunt was naturally Old Howlett.
If Iron Man Tony died here, the old Howlett family would probably suffer revenge from the entire Stark Group.
At that time, the surrounding farmers will naturally be able to take over the nearby real estate without any effort.
Robert sorted out these twists and turns, but he was really not very interested in this kind of trivia. After reminding Victor a few words, he walked directly onto the path to the harbor.
This guy... is terrifyingly strong...
Victor secretly put his hands behind his back. At this moment, the fingernails on both hands were strangely elongated, like the claws of a wild beast.
"I originally wanted to kill them all... This Robert, obviously the most inconspicuous guy, unexpectedly turned out to be the strongest one..."
Victor gritted his teeth and had to give up his original plan.
"Victor, why didn't you take action just now? Good guy, are you asking us all to die!" Seeing that Robert had walked away, the hunter spat a mouthful of foaming spit on the ground, which almost scared him to the point of peeing. Victor's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He grabbed the guy's neck with his claws and tore his annoying vocal cords into pieces: "You idiot who talks too much!"
Leaving the hunter's body behind, Victor turned and walked into the woods.
The Howlett family can no longer stay. Let’s not talk about whether those hunters will let old Howlett know about his collaboration with the enemy. Let’s talk about the arrogant Victor in Howlett Manor, where everyone discriminates against him.
Destined not to stay in the Howlett family.
"Father, why...why do you want to kill John?"
"And Master Howlett! Why don't you believe me?! I have nothing to do with this matter at all..."
"Since you don't believe me, then don't blame me for being rude..."
Victor's figure gradually disappeared among the weeds and jungle, and his face gradually fell into darkness.
Mr. Howlett, whom he admired, had long been unable to tolerate him. After all, he was the son of a murderous enemy.
And... Victor lowered his head slightly and stared at his hands...
He is already a monster, a monster in the true sense!
Victor looked back for the last time at the grassland he was familiar with. When he was a child, he and his father each rode a strong horse and galloped under the sun. Now that the white horse has passed, there are no traces of horses on that grassland.
The figure of the majestic old Howlett who was deep in his memory seemed to be a sweet dream he had last night, gradually disappearing into his mind like a mirage.
Victor shook his hands, and drops of blood flowed down his nails, soaking into the black and yellow soil...
His dream was completely shattered.
Now that it’s broken, why not break it thoroughly?
Suddenly, James' cheerful face suddenly appeared in Victor's fantasy, and he had never hated that face so much at this moment.
Why can he still stay with Old Howlett? Why can he ride a powerful horse on the grassland with all his will?! Why can he bathe in the sun?!
James' hatred for his father shifted from the initial unreasonableness to himself for being unable to control all this. Now, this violent emotion is like a poisonous snake that chooses people to bite, biting the smelly Zhang Zhang.
On the face.
Victor's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have found his life goal again.
In the past, his goal was to become a hero like Mr. Howlett, but now it is... to completely destroy everything James has. He doesn't have what James has, and James can't get it!
However, he alone cannot compete with the power of the entire Howlett Manor...
It is difficult to find a force to deal with the Howlett family... The hunters under the surrounding farmers have a hard time keeping their guns accurate.
From the beginning, Victor excluded those rich people who ate their stomachs like watermelons.
There are not many options left.
For example, the Governor of Alberta, Mr. Smith, may be somewhat interested in the Howlett family...
Victor made up his mind and no longer missed the past, but instead thought of Mr. Smith, the governor who always had a smile on his face all day long.
Many years ago, he followed Mr. Howlett to visit the Governor. He heard that the Governor was one of the senior officers of the West Coast city-state who participated in the continental war. He thought that the other party would not ignore his value. A well-known person.
The value of the Howlett family’s troops, defenses, etc.