The Marvelous Dragon Balls

“Open fire! Open fire!!!”

Brock Rumlow, who had been lying down for the first time, smashed from the ground with a roll of crawling. He yelled out the order and also picked up the high-tech rifle in his hand.

In the next moment, a dark blue energy beam suddenly appeared in the flying barrage. If you don’t care about its “short and thin” features, it is caused by Saint in the absence of Body Transformation. “Kamehameha” is somewhat similar. As for Body Transformation, because his own gas has turned golden, the Energy Wave is also golden.

Energy weapon? Where is it? Is the Universe Rubik’s Cube still in North Pole?

Because Saint showed a somewhat surprised expression, after thinking about it, he immediately understood that the soldiers in front of him, who were nominally Aegis, were actually hidden agents of the Hydra. The legacy of the “Red Dragonfly” is quite reasonable. The NAZI leader used the Universe Rubik’s Cube to create a large number of energy blocks during World War II. It seems that these energy blocks are not all destroy.

Use energy to attack me? Innocent Mortal…

Because of Saint’s disdainful curl one’s lip, his expression is very arrogant. He has a flaming body, not only ignores the metal warheads that fly to himself, but also does not intend to dodge on the energy beam that blows his face. With a wave of arms, he grabbed the hand directly.

The next moment, in Rumlo’s horrified eyes, the energy beam he had hoped for was instantly disappeared in the palm of Saint’s hand, and even a splash of water could not splash, giving the impression that it was like It was like being sucked by Saint.

His feelings are correct, but to be precise, the energy beam is absorbed by the five-star bead on Saint’s right hand. The Dragon Ball in the stone state will absorb all the energy bodies without life features. Restoring its own make to wish function, so for Saint, who is a Dragon Ball, as long as it is a pure energy attack, it is purely giving him food.

Then, not waiting for Rumlow to wake up from the shock, because Saint is already afterimage, constantly flashing in the huge armory, depending on the angle of his attack, a corpse or flying to the air Or sliding on the ground, for a time, the scene is very spectacular.

In Rumlow’s view, the reason for Saint at this time can only be described by the unstoppable words. Those intensive and deadly bullets are like an insignificant background board for him. His metal warhead can only be turned into a puffy gold powder. In addition to giving him a beautiful, there is no effect, and he makes a punch, elbow, or kick. The movement of the leg requires a person to pay the price of his life. Even if he is just a simple collision, no one can afford it. In just one minute, he originally stood up. In the full armory, there are only three living people left.

Brock Rumlow, and his two Adjutants.

They can survive, relying on weapons that are different from their hands. It is not that because Saint is jealous of their energy rifles, they feel that since their equipment is better than a grade, they should all be officials and have some residual value. Can squeeze…

The energy weapon in the hand does not have any effect, and the subordinate person is dead with only two left. I realize that Brock Rumlow, who has absolutely no chance of winning, has forgotten the weapon and made it. A gesture of surrender, one of his Adjutant, his eyes are not as good as him. When Saint stopped the rapid movement and slowly walked over to them step by step, he opened a cold one. gun.

Because of Saint sneered, the right arm was lifted very casually, the palm of the hand was in front of the deep blue beam, and after the energy contained in it was absorbed, the person who shot him at the move was shot from the top to the bottom. a slap.

Just listening to the “pū!”, on the floor of the armory, a bright red flower was suddenly opened, and the group of flesh-and-blood mixed Fusion, which is the stamen, is the Adjutant of the overnight one’s capabilities…

“砰朗!”

Upon seeing it, the only Adjutant left by Brock Rumlow was so frightened that he threw away the energy rifle in his hand and raised a pair of arms.

As Saint stepped forward, start to talk asked: “Who are you both?”

Hear this, Brock Rumlow’s Adjutant, subconscious’s eyes drifted a bit, turning his gaze to his sir, and because of this insignificant little movement, he suddenly lost his life.

Because Saint kicked the Adjutant and watched him “pū!” he slammed into the metal wall and made an abstract mural with his own flesh and blood…

After a little appreciation of his masterpiece, Saint turned to look at Brock Rumlow: “It seems that you are the head, do you have a name?”

“Rumlo, Brock Rumlow.”

For a few decades, Rumlo, who has always thought of himself as a fierce person, did not show a bit of hard air at this moment. After signing up with a name, he smiled and started to talk: “You are really human.” Are we always trying to overestimate your strength, did not expect… or far underestimate you.”

Brock Rumlow? This name is a bit familiar…

Because Saint didn’t pick up Rumlo, he thought for a long time, and he couldn’t remember which character is the character of the Hydra. He felt very annoyed. He was planning to use the distinguished name of the distinguished name. An unknown little scorpion was wiped out, and there was a shrill siren in the ear.

“Hey.”

Because Saint licked his mouth, he knew that because he had opened a big hole in the outer wall of the building, it must have been reported by someone nearby. He first took out his mobile phone from his pocket and then pointed to Rumlow Road: “You, no movements, no sounds.”

Rumlo nodded silently, although because Saint did not say the consequences of the violation, but as long as you look at the human wreckage around, he can easily imagine…

“Hey? Colson, you position my phone now, then…”

Because Saint called Phil Coulson’s phone, he explained the premise in a normal tone. Then, suddenly there was a roar from his mouth: “Take me over immediately!!!”

On the other side of the phone, Colesen, whose ear was almost shocked, took the cell phone with his teeth and took a few steps forward. He came to a public desk and patted a face and said. Pretty white guy: “Fitz, locate the number that I am talking to now.”