Stand User in Marvel Universe

General Ross' grumpy voice instantly woke the soldiers, but they hesitated at this moment.

The superiors' orders are clear. Shoot? Shoot who?

Of course not the monster who attacked the ground like a kitten at the moment, so who are they ordering to shoot?

In the end, they were not given the task of shooting this monster immediately, but of catching casualties and losses!

They have sacrificed a lot of their comrades, put a lot of pressure on them, and only they know that.

Now a human like them, at least a guy who looks like a human, defeated the monster positively, seemingly preparing to avenge their dead companions, while they could only 'bend revenge' on him with a gun, not the monster...

Soldiers are human beings and have feelings of their own, otherwise there will not have been so many incidents of resistance in history.

Strict hierarchies are no longer important when the orders of superiors are not genuinely endorsed by the soldiers and when the military mind is no longer present.

So when many soldiers were ordered to take up their weapons again, no one pulled the trigger at a strange delay.

Letting General Ross jump like Ray's curse on the channel of communication, nobody takes the lead as this‘ traitor ’.

Yes, in their view, their current actions are not betrayal, and it is the betrayal of red fruit that their superiors have been ordering them to die pointlessly, and now it is their turn to make choices, to do what they think is right, or to ‘betray’ those innocent deceased comrades and betray their own compatriots for the benefit of their superiors?

Apparently, they chose the former!

And Dior didn't let them down, and in front of all the surviving soldiers in the base, he took the monster's head off himself!

Diorpin's sticking out of the knife is like cutting over heated butter, a hard skin that can't even leave a trace of a bullet on it, not even for a second.

It was so easy to get your head cut off, it was so easy to get it in your hand... so hard to hit!

“It's time for you to perform. ”

Dior swept his gaze from all the soldiers' faces and threw this big head over him.

On the one hand is the recognition of the ‘hero’ in their eyes, and on the other is the curse of someone in the comms...

The next second, a tall soldier first walked out and saw him raise his gun in anger and point it at the ground's head, then yelled and pulled the trigger!

His actions instantly ignited everyone's anger!

Countless gunshots at the same time!

His head was smashed, and the rest of us rushed over and put the gun to the monster's body!

As soon as the bullet in the gun is finished, change the magazine. When the magazine runs out, pull out the pistol you are carrying. When the bullet runs out, pull out the dagger and stab it!

In fact, what they hate more than this monster is the people who force them to die and give orders.

If it's to protect the people, to defend the country, they won't complain a bit, not even until everyone dies, they won't take a step back, because behind them are their families and their beloved homeland.

But now there are people who deceive them to die for their own personal gain. Faced with such monsters, they don't want to kill them first, they let them live.

This senseless sacrifice is unacceptable to them!

Now this kind of discouragement is not an expression of disappointment!

After seeing this madness of the soldiers, the angry General Ross suddenly shut his mouth and the whole person sat powerless in a reclining chair, suddenly as if he were 10 years old again.

He knew what he had done wrong, he knew that he was finished, that no soldier would ever believe in him again, and that a general who had lost the trust of his soldiers would lose the meaning of existence.

Worse still, he gambled everything, and with it, the experimental body that could complete the desperate turnover ended up being killed, and in this unacceptable way.

A ‘normal human’ took his head off the ‘super soldier experiment' he had placed in all his high hopes, or in front of so many soldiers.

With such a contrast, and such a terrible impact, even the forces behind him would no longer support his plan.

Abandoning him seemed to be a good sacrifice to quench the soldiers' grievances, with a major pen such as a lieutenant general to make a statement, believing that even anyone could not pick out a problem.

General Ross, who already had some vision of his future ending, sighed deeply and was lost for a while.

And on the other hand, Dior doesn't know that he has become a hero, a true hero, recognized by each of them, in the common sight of all soldiers!

Now he's thinking about what to do with the weird-shaped dumplings Jessica and Irene wrapped when he gets home. If they don't cook them, they'll probably be sad, but if they cook them and nobody eats them, won't he suffer alone?

For the first time, he started thinking about simply using [pearl jam] to make ‘condiments’ without any treatment? Isn't it a little too luxurious?

“That's bad luck. Why is this guy running towards us? ”

Three or two times, Dior, who solved a monster whose army could not help, went to the helicopter to whisper and complain.

Coulson, a few people are silent!

It's bad luck, but it's bad luck that guy ran into you!

If there is a way to stay alive, you will find a way to die. What else can you say?

“Are you really human? It's not some kind of genetically mutated magic species, is it? Can you give me a drop of blood to study? ”

Tony, who was beaten very miserably before, also spoke outrageously at this point.

At the same time, I'm glad I didn't narrow down the road after listening to Pepper before. Even wearing Mark's armor is probably not enough for him to rip his hand off.

Looks like we're going to be studying a war suit to deal with this general personality monster, otherwise we're losing too much money.

Before the helicopter, Tony thought, looking at the ‘hate’ corpse that was still being whipped.

Dior was also too lazy to explain anything, and it was enough for him to know that he was not a mutant.

It is said that the rich depend on technology and the poor on mutation, and that he is between them.

By the time all S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel had withdrawn, some General Ross had secretly sent someone to retrieve the ‘hate’ body, which had turned into a pile of mud, and apparently he had not given up completely and urgently needed the leverage not to be deported.