Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke stepped forward, lifted the alloy door at will, and carried out the grumpy little raccoon.

Although Rocket was smashed and injured, his mouth was still stiff: "Damn it, you black bat, let you go, Master Rocket, or I will be hello...oh ↘↗↘"

The scolding stopped, and the comfort from the body made it unable to help but let out a tactful "jiao".

Luke grasped it by the left hand, and a pale white light flashed, but he was using the light of life to restore it.

Without Master Rocket's rant, Luke stepped forward and hooked Rod out of the ruins with a single kick, and caught him: "I will take them out, Dr. Banner, you can let go."

As he spoke, the person disappeared in the passage where he came.

Dr. Banner froze for several seconds before feeling the heavy pressure on his shoulders: "Asshole, get out of me."

The intact left arm was raised, and the wreckage of the building he was carrying was shredded by a slap.

The wreckage without support thundered down and buried him.

But a few seconds later, Dr. Banner rammed a hole through the wreckage and emerged again.

The embarrassing situation just now was purely caused by Rod and Rockets dragging oil bottles.

If it is not to keep them both, let alone a little collapse of the base wreckage, even if the earth's crust is collapsed several hundred meters, the doctor's Hulk body will be nothing.

Dr. Banner, who was out of trouble at the moment, was in a good mood and couldn't help but feel good about the knight who helped him.

Although they have few words and are not friendly, they can't resist the key to efficient action, and they are not at all procrastinating.

Thinking about this, he chased in the direction where the knight had left.

The passage collapsed again?After a few slaps, wouldn't it be opened again?

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Clint reached out and touched the quiver behind his back, his face changed: "Be careful, I have no arrows."

With that said, his longbow in his hand snapped at the rushing four-armed monster, changed his hand and flicked the bow, passing himself and it.

The free right hand drew the long knife on the right shoulder, the left hand loosened the longbow, and the right long knife was slashed on the neck of the four-armed monster who twisted and counterattacked with the drawn arc.

The head of the four-armed monster flew up, but his body bumped him to the ground several times.

Whoosh!DuangDuangDuang!

A red, blue and white buckler flew, hitting the back of a four-armed monster that continued to pounce on Clint, and then refracted and exploded the head of the four-armed monster further ahead. It bounced on the wall of the passage and was just hit. The coming Steve caught it, and slashed his backhand on the face of the four-armed monster chasing him.

Steve panted: "How are you?"

Clint kicked the corpse of the four-armed monster that was pressing on him: "No problem, as fast as labor and management."

Steve: "Do I need to remind you of language?"

Clint knelt on his knees: "You can't get through this stalk."

Although the two chatted, they also took the opportunity to rest.

After the attack, Clint's luck was not suppressed, but he was spotted by a group of four-armed monsters early, and hunted down all the way.

He backed a distance while fighting, and ran into Steve who had just crawled out of the ruins.

Then...the two were hunted down together.

Even if Steve is a super shield warrior and Clint is a top long-range shooter, he can't resist the endless four-armed monster.

The two cooperated far and near, killing hundreds of four-armed monsters in a few minutes, still being forced to fight and retreat.

Clint was okay. He didn't have any injuries before, and he didn't consume much physical strength to shoot arrows. Now he can still do it with a scalpel.

However, Steve was slightly injured internally when he collapsed. It took a lot of physical strength to drill out of the ruins. He didn't even have to breathe, and he fought all the way to here.

He is an iron man, and he feels a little unbearable.

Just said a few words, after a sigh of relief, a series of creaking movements sounded not far away, and it was also mixed with the unique roar of the four-armed monster.

Steve took a deep breath and stood up a little bit hard: "We go up, we can't be consumed by them here."

This narrow terrain is too awkward, the four-armed crowd can squeeze them to death, and they can only retreat without stopping.

It would be great if Dr. Banner was here!The two involuntarily came up with this idea.

When it comes to lossless pushers, Dr. Banner is a master.

Anyway, these miscellaneous soldiers can't break the defense when they hit the doctor. They just need to stride forward and hit him.

After two sentences, the passage of the two people came with crackling footsteps, and then there was the expected four-armed monster.

Clint slowly raised his knife, and Steve raised his shield, preparing for another round of hard fighting.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and a large hole appeared in the passage wall not far in front of them.

A familiar voice sounded inside: "Wow, big guy, you can't use it like that if you have strength? What should I do when Daguai is weak? I have only a small self-defense pistol."

"You still pray that Rod will not point the wrong way again. I don't want to go into the bathroom to find his spare armor." said the black figure in the head.

In the smoke and dust, two large and one small figures walked out of the hole.

Clint whispered, "Rocket? Rod? Er... Cavaliers?"

The three turned to look at him on the left.

Steve yelled, "enemy, right." As he said, he was about to throw his shield.

The three of them just stood between them and the four-armed monster, and they would be caught by the four-armed monster at most two seconds.

However, how could Luke, who is best at narrow terrain warfare, be attacked by the four-armed monster.

Regardless of the shock wave or the keen sense of smell, those four-armed monsters are just as stinky as Shiguchilang, and they cannot be hidden.

"I'll solve them, Lord, you go first." He spoke unhurriedly, grabbing them with both hands at random.

Rhode and the Rockets felt like they were floating, quickly and steadily falling to Steve and Clint.

The three of them looked at each other, still the unarmed Rhode was the most unstable.

Now he doesn't have a spare armor, don't say, he doesn't even have a small pistol.

If you don’t find someone else, he won’t even be qualified to fight soy sauce in this battle: "What should I do?"

Steve didn't say a word for a while, did not put down the shield in his hand, and was ready to throw it out to support Luke at any time.

As a result, the cracking fracture sound was accompanied by the banging heavy boxing. The monster with four arms was like a dragon in the movie, lying in front of Luke one face.

Unlike the movie, no four-armed monster can still struggle when lying down.

Except for a little nerve reflex left in the body, causing them to twitch a little, the four-armed monsters did not move.

Luke's fists, elbows and knees were not rushed, matching the attack of those four-armed monsters, like a rhythmic dance.

Every four-armed monster that leaped so lightly and relaxedly, "clumping" the vitals of his neck and head onto his hands and feet, killing them all in one shot.

Rockets don't understand what they play with violent firearms.

Rhode, an ordinary fighter, can probably see it clearly.

Clint is a fighting expert, and Steve is a fighting master.

The two of them just glanced, and then heaved a sigh of relief: No wonder this person dared to say that he was the heir to Batman, and this master-level hand-to-hand combat was so kind of like.