Marvel: Starting with the creation of Hydra

"Sir, are there really people in this world who cannot be killed?"

Colson looked at the scene in the distance and couldn't help turning his head to ask Fury next to him.

"Newcomers, you have to remember that there is never anyone in this world who cannot be killed. The reason why you think he cannot be killed is just because you haven't found the right method yet. Fury glanced at Coulson beside him and said in a warning tone.

Coulson nodded and secretly wrote down these words.

In fact, Fury was no less shocked than Coulson. How much.

It's just that he is used to not showing his inner thoughts on his face, so he can't see it.

But as he said himself, there is no one in this world who cannot be killed, even if the place in the distance is called the night The devil can still be fierce under so many bullets.

But Fury always firmly believes that the opponent is by no means unkillable.

The bullets can't kill him, they still have bombs!

Even if the bombs still can't kill him, Fury Don't you believe it? If you throw him into the magma, he will not die?

Moreover, apart from being difficult to kill, this night demon is not much stronger than ordinary people in other aspects. Whether it is speed or strength, there is no amazing performance.

And that kind of fighting skills makes Agent Fury, who has experienced many battles, see many flaws.

To sum up, Fury is almost sure that the opponent is just an ordinary person who suddenly gained special abilities. As for why he did such a thing What's going on?

Judging from what the other party has done since he first appeared until now, he should have some personal grudges with these gangs.

After drawing these conclusions in his mind, Fury breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was still This night demon is actually an enhanced person trained by a certain organization. If that is the case, things will become complicated and tricky. The current result is actually the best.

Even SHIELD might be able to recruit this person. Night Demon.

After all, the opponent's talent is there. After a little training, he will be better than those agents who have been trained for more than ten years.

But these things are not for Fury, a mere third-level agent, to consider.

His current The mission is just to capture the opponent.

As for whether the follow-up is to recruit people or something else, that is none of his business.............

In the club, people kept pouring out.

It feels like poking a hornet's nest.

Some of these people are from the Hell Motorcycle Gang, but most are from other gangs. They have all received instructions from Falco's cabinet to set up this ambush tonight to kill this night demon.

It's just that the Night Demon is far more difficult than they previously expected.

Seeing people falling down in front of them, and the night demon who obviously had no idea how many bullets he had shot in his body, was still killing fiercely, which made many people a little scared.

"Come on! Give them all to me!"

"The other party is alone, so scared!"

The gang leaders behind yelled loudly.

It was of some use at first, but gradually, these subordinates stopped listening to them. No matter how much they scolded them, they just wouldn't move forward.

"MD, get out of my way and let me come!"

A bald man with a beard grabbed the AK from his subordinate's hand, and fired a burst of fire at Clark, who was rushing over. The bullets hit Clark's body, making him retreat repeatedly.

But when the shuttle was finished sweeping, he heard a burst of fire. With the sound of"ding, ding, clang", all the bullets that hit Clark were squeezed out by his muscles. The flattened bullets fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.

Clark stabilized his body at this time, and was covered in blood. raised his head, stared at the other person, and showed a cruel smile

"Farke! You monster! Go to hell!!!"

The bald bearded man was obviously pale with fright, but he still cursed angrily, took out his pistol, and shot Clark repeatedly. Clark dodged left and right, avoiding some bullets.

When he got closer, he waved his knife and killed him directly. The bald bearded man raised one of his arms to resist.

Just as the bald bearded man screamed, Clark stabbed him again.

The screams suddenly stopped.

When the other people who were still alive saw it, they were already frightened. , no longer caring about giving orders, they all turned around and ran away, one by one running faster than the other.

Clark did not pursue him.

He stood there and took a few deep breaths.

At this moment, there was a neat burst of Footsteps came from all directions, and along with the sound of bullets being loaded, small green dots appeared on Clark's body.

"I know bullets can't kill you, but trust me, these are not the punks you usually deal with."

A voice came from over there.

Clark turned to look over.

In the darkness, a black man in a black suit came out of the crowd, followed by a white man with a meticulous expression.

Nick Fury! Phil Coulson!

Seeing the two of them, Clark couldn't help but read their names in his heart.