Paladins of Asgard

Four hundred and eighty-four [Light Cast M-Carbine]

Looking at Duflan and Xinqilubu who suddenly turned around, Ivanov and other more than 20 gangsters were stunned.

It was Ivanov who responded quickly. He saw the eyes of the two of them surging with holy light, and immediately realized that they were not ordinary people, and immediately said: "Shoot!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised the pistol first, aimed it at Xinqilubu and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

Other gang thugs also fired, and with the continuous sound of gunfire, a rain of bullets shot at the two people on the opposite side.

However, Xinqirube was well prepared. Before Ivanov raised the gun, he held it with five fingers, and a shield of holy light instantly condensed in front of the two of them.

The bullets shot by the gangsters were all blocked by the shield of light, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the place.

"Bless me the king!" Xin Qilubu said, holding a shield in his left hand, and taking out a short blade in his right hand, the short blade was faintly visible, and it was undoubtedly a weapon infused with holy light.

Du Fulan raised his hand to give him the blessing of the king, and then put his hand into the briefcase, as if to take something out.

The armor of holy light covered Xinqilubu's whole body, he jumped up like a tiger with a roar, and the sharp blade in his hand cut across, and a gangster thug immediately fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing that he was so fierce, the other gangsters were all startled and quickly turned their guns to shoot at him.

However, these pistol bullets were unable to penetrate the shield of light. Even if they could hit Xinqirubu, the armor of light blessed by the king could offset most of the power and could not cause fatal damage.

So in the blink of an eye, Hinchrube killed three more gangsters.

At this point, Dufrein also took out his weapon from his briefcase: an M1 carbine with a folding stock.

The body of the carbine emits a faint holy light, and it is obviously a light-cast weapon.

With an umbrella in his left hand and a carbine in one hand in his right, he aimed at a gangster and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A gunshot was deafening, and the bullet shot out from the muzzle with a little holy light, leaving a pale golden trail in the air, hitting the chest of the gangster.

Sin inspires the punishing power of the Light,

The thug's body was almost cut in two with a single shot, and his flesh and blood splashed!

The mediocre M1 carbine was actually played with the effect of anti-equipment and heavy sniper.

Compared with the tiger Cinchrub, Dufran's Lightcast M1 is obviously more shocking. The sound and destructive power of its explosion made the gangsters who were already panic-stricken almost dumbfounded.

"Boom! Boom!" Du Fran fired one after another, and one thug after another was smashed to pieces on the spot, dying very happily.

Soon the thugs were crap, with no will to fight, and all they wanted to do was run away.

However, escaping is not feasible at all. In this narrow street, Xinqilubu's tiger-like figure can quickly stop every thug who tries to escape.

Even if they run farther, Dufrean's Lightforged M1 will deliver the final shot for them.

After a while, only three of the more than 20 gangsters were left on their knees begging for mercy, and they did not dare to escape, including the leader Ivanov.

Ivanov felt that it was spineless, but when the muzzle of the Lightforged M1 was aimed at him, he immediately realized the value of life.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!" He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Duflan put down the carbine and said lightly: "The rabble."

He originally thought that Anton Vanke was more likely to send some professional killers, but it turned out to be just a group of gangsters, and there was almost no threat to them.

In fact, Anton Vanke can't help it. Although he is a high-level executive of Stark Industry, he defected from the Soviet Union not long ago. He is also a scientific researcher, and he will not find any professional killers for a while.

And just like what Dufran said, in the available information, he and Xinqilubu are both stinky dickheads who are powerless to fight back. To deal with such a small role, more than 20 gun-wielding thugs have been very difficult to deal with. Enough.

Hinchrube gasped and walked to Dufran, looking at the lightcast M1 carbine in his hand, with question marks written all over his face.

As a warrior who came out of the Indian tribe, he really didn't understand Dufran's routine, especially now.

In the battle just now, although he looked like he had slaughtered the Quartet and killed about ten gangsters with his own hands, in terms of platoons, he was really far from Du Fran.

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 been injured in several places, and the blood was overflowing, and he looked quite embarrassed.

In contrast, Dufran did not move from the beginning to the end, holding the light-cast M1 carbine gracefully in one hand, and even holding an umbrella gracefully, who didn't know it thought it was a play...

"Times have changed, Sioux warriors," Dufrean said to Hinchrub as he filled the Lightforged M1 with ammo.

Cinchrub: "..."

Dufran looked at Ivanov, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked, "What's your name, and who sent you here?"

Ivanov hesitated.

Du Fulan was about to put the gun on his forehead, and without saying anything else, he started the countdown, and he spoke very quickly: "Nineteen, eighty, seventy-six..."

Ivanov was covered in cold sweat in an instant, and when the countdown was about to end, he quickly said: "I, my name is Artem Ivanov! Yes, Anton Vanke sent me here, don't kill me, Do not kill me!"

"Sure enough, it's him." Dufran put away the gun and said, "Come with us."

...

the next day.

Dufran and Hinchrube came to the Stark Industrial Building again, but this time they brought three gangsters, the three Ivanovs they captured alive last night.

Of course, the three gangsters didn't make any special costumes, and they looked like they were following behind Du Fulan, but their faces were full of bitterness, which was more uncomfortable than a flies laying eggs in their mouths.

They really don't know how to face their employer Anton Vanke later, and they don't know what will happen to them in the end. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

In Ivanov's view, he was probably lucky to be able to spend the rest of his life in prison.

After the last experience, the employees of Stark Industries did not stop him this time, allowing Dufran to enter smoothly and meet Howard Stark and Anton Vanke.

"Meet again, Mr. Stark." Dufran smiled politely, then looked at Anton Vanke, "and Mr. Vanke."

Old Stark hadn't noticed the abnormality and responded to the greeting.

However, when Anton Vanke saw Ivanov on the side, his face suddenly became very ugly, the clouds were dense, and his voice trembled: "You..."

Dufran 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 the matter, Vanke?"

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