Seeing Dufresne, Xinchilub, Ivanov and more than 20 gangsters turning around suddenly, they were all stunned.
Ivanov reacted quickly. When he saw the eyes of the two men filled with holy light, he immediately realized that they were not ordinary people, and immediately said: "Shoot!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his pistol, pointed it at Xinchilub and pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang bang bang!"
Other gangsters also opened fire, and with the continuous gunshots, a hail of bullets hit the two people opposite.
However, Xinchilub was already prepared. Before Ivanov raised his gun, he clenched his fingers, and a shield of holy light instantly condensed in front of the two of them.
All the bullets fired by the gangsters were blocked by the Holy Light Shield, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the floor with a "crackling" sound.
"Give me the king's blessing!" Xinqilubu said, holding a shield in his left hand and taking out a short blade in his right hand. The short blade had a faint golden glow, and it was undoubtedly a weapon infused with holy light.
Dufresne raised his hand to give him a royal blessing, then put his hand into the briefcase, as if to take something out.
The Holy Light Armor covered Xinqilubu's body. He roared and jumped up like a tiger. The sharp blade in his hand cut across, and a gangster immediately fell to the ground with his head.
"Bang bang bang!"
Seeing how ferocious he was, the other gangsters were all frightened and quickly turned their guns to shoot at him.
However, these pistol bullets are unable to penetrate the Holy Light Shield. Even if they can hit Xinqilubu, the King's Blessing Holy Light Armor can offset most of the power and cannot cause fatal damage.
So in the blink of an eye, Xinchilub killed three more gangsters.
At this time, Dufresne also took out his weapon from his briefcase: an M1 carbine with a folding stock.
The body of the carbine faintly exudes holy light, and it is obviously a light-forged weapon.
He held an umbrella in his left hand and held a carbine in one hand with his right hand. He aimed at a gangster and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The sound of a gunshot was deafening, and the bullet shot out from the muzzle with a bit of holy light, leaving a pale golden trail in the air and hitting the gangster's chest.
The sin inspired the disciplinary power of the Holy Light. The thug's body was almost shot in two, with bones and flesh flying everywhere!
The mediocre M1 carbine was actually used as an anti-equipment heavy sniper.
Compared to the tiger pouncing on Xinqilubu, Dufresne's Lightcast M1 was obviously more shocking. Its exploding sound and destructive power almost frightened the already panicked gangsters.
"Boom! Boom boom boom!" Dufresne fired one after another, and one mob after another was beaten to pieces on the spot and died happily.
Soon the thugs were pissed off, had no intention of fighting, and only wanted to escape.
However, escaping is not feasible at all. In this narrow street, Xinchilub's tiger-like figure can quickly stop every thug trying to escape.
Even if they run farther, Dufresne's Lightforged M1 will deliver the final shot for them.
After a while, only three of the more than twenty gangsters were left on their knees begging for mercy and not daring to escape, including the leader Ivanov.
Ivanov felt that this was very spineless, but when the muzzle of the Lightcast M1 was pointed at him, he immediately realized the preciousness of life.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!" He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Dufresne put down his carbine and said calmly: "The mob."
He originally thought that Anton Vanke would be more likely to send some professional killers over, but it turned out to be just a group of gangsters who posed almost no threat to them.
In fact, there was nothing Anton Vanke could do. Although he was at the top of Stark Industries, he had just defected from the Soviet Union not long ago, and he was a scientific researcher. He would not be able to find any professional killers for a while.
And just like Dufresne said, from the available information, he and Xinchilub are both stinky bastards who have no power to fight back. To deal with such a small role, more than twenty gun-wielding thugs
It's already interesting enough.
Xinchilub panted and walked up to Dufresne, looking at the light-cast M1 carbine in his hand, with question marks written all over his face.
As a warrior who came out of an Indian tribe, he really didn't understand Dufresne's tricks, especially now.
In the battle just now, although he looked like he was killing everyone and killed about ten gangsters with his own hands, in terms of appearance, he was really different from Dufresne.
Under the protection of the King's Blessing and the Holy Light Shield, although the bullet could not cause fatal injuries to him, the damage was still there. At this time, he had several injuries on his body, blood overflowed, and he looked quite embarrassed.
In contrast, Dufresne did not move away from the beginning to the end, holding the light-cast M1 carbine elegantly with one hand, and even holding an umbrella gracefully. Those who didn't know it thought he was acting in a drama...
"Times have changed, warriors of the Sioux." Dufresne filled the ammunition for the Lightcast M1 and said to Xinqilub.
Xinchilub: "..."
Dufresne looked at Ivanov who was kneeling on the ground and asked: "What is your name, and who sent you here?"
Ivanov hesitated.
Dufresne immediately put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, and without saying anything else, he started counting down, and he spoke very quickly: "Nineteen, eight, seven, six..."
Ivanov suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and when the countdown was about to end in a blink of an eye, he said quickly: "I, my name is Artem Ivanov! Yes, Anton Vanko sent me here, don't kill me,
Don’t kill me!”
"It is indeed him." Dufresne put away his gun and said, "Come with us."
…
the next day.
Dufresne and Chinchilub came to the Stark Industries Building again, but this time they brought three gangsters, the three Ivanovs they captured alive last night.
Of course, the three gangsters did not wear special costumes. They looked like followers following Dufresne, but their faces were full of bitterness, which made them feel more uncomfortable than having flies laying eggs in their mouths.
They really don't know how they will face their employer Anton Vanke later, and they don't know what will happen to them in the end.
In Ivanov's opinion, he may be lucky to spend the rest of his life in prison.
After the last experience, the employees of Stark Industries did not stop this time, allowing Dufresne to enter smoothly and meet Howard Stark and Anton Vanke.
"We meet again, Mr. Stark." Dufresne greeted politely, and then looked at Anton Vanke, "and Mr. Vanke."
Old Stark hadn't noticed anything unusual yet and responded to the greeting.
However, when Anton Vanke saw Ivanov on the side, his face suddenly became very ugly, dark clouds formed, and his voice trembled: "You..."
Dufresne also glanced at Ivanov: "Mr. Vanke, obviously you didn't choose the right person. These gangsters can be described as a mob."
"Gangster?" Old Stark frowned and looked at Anton Vanke, "What's going on, Vanke?"
