In the desert, a military yellow-green Wrangler off-road vehicle left conspicuous tire marks on the desert and was driving towards a gathering place for humans.
"Drive well. Even if you have a gun, you can't move faster than I want to kill you."
Haile was sitting in the passenger seat, as indifferent as the god of death, and reminded him in slightly different Arabic.
He frowned, lightly touched the blood on his waist with his left hand, and took a look.
Fortunately, the bullet did not go too deep and was caught in the muscles of the waist. The amount of blood seemed to be quite large, but under Hail's control of the muscles, it did not affect his ability to move.
"Lord, don't kill me, can you please don't kill me?"
The man in the driver's seat was trembling slightly, sweating profusely with horror, trembling with uncontrollable fear, holding the steering wheel with his hands, breathing heavily and not even daring to look at Haile's face, looking at the road ahead in fear, Driving with familiar memory instincts.
Hale was really scared out of his wits.
He had never seen someone be able to dodge a bullet. He simply ran towards his companions and killed them.
He has never seen such a fierce person.
He almost wanted to cry. You could dodge bullets, so why did you get shot when he shot you?
Are you kidding me?
Man, be more confident. You almost killed a star-level warrior. This is something worth bragging about for the rest of your life.
Although this life will end soon.
Haile ignored him and saw the scabbard hanging on his waist and tied to his leg. He reached over and pulled out the black metal alloy handle, which belonged to the British SAS commando team.
The man driving the car was startled, the steering wheel bent, and the Wrangler off-road vehicle shook greatly. If Haile hadn't known that he was really scared, he would have thought that he was trying to do some trick and control the vehicle to escape.
"Calm down, go to the gathering place, I'll let you run for 5 seconds first." Haier said calmly sitting in the passenger seat.
The man holding the steering wheel tightened his hands, and suddenly felt as if he had been given a gift. He was moved by fear in his heart, and burst into tears, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
He had experienced how Hal was like an invisible ferocious beast, and his body seemed to be suffocated by an overwhelming murderous aura. He and a companion fired at him with an HK416 automatic rifle, but failed to hit anyone at all, and he even killed his companion.
Haer made him feel that a tyrannosaurus, a ferocious beast, was beside him, ready to devour him at any time.
If you have time to run, let a man-eating beast show mercy and give you five seconds.
He is really grateful.
Under his control, the Wrangler off-road vehicle moved smoothly towards the freedom fighters' base.
"fire!"
Haile glanced at the FS dagger of the British SAS commando in his hand. The surface of the blade was baked black with high temperature and was open on both sides.
The man in the driver's seat quickly took his hands off the steering wheel and nervously took out a gold-colored lighter with a beautiful shape and a bright golden surface from his clothes.
Whether it is the FS dagger of the British SAS commando, this gold-colored, beautifully forged lighter with a shiny golden surface, or the Stark Industries weapon in the rear compartment, they are all incompatible with their aura.
"Tell me, who are you, what have you done recently, and what is the Stark Industries weapon behind the car seat? The more you tell me, the more complete you will be, and I will give you a few more seconds."
The lighter was delicate and smooth, and was made of pure gold. It was obviously a valuable thing. Haile opened the lighter with a 'pop', and blue flames came out of the lighter. He burned the tip of the FS dagger on the flame of the lighter and said .
The man said a few words before he came to his senses. Five seconds was obviously not enough for him to survive. In order to fight for a longer life, he had no sense of confidentiality and said quickly:
"Freedom Fighters, we are freedom fighters, Obadiah Stane of Stark Industries made a deal with us to help them achieve their goals, he wants us to attack and massacre a military convoy.
We went to attack.
But it turns out that the convoy includes Stark Industries CEO Tony Stark, the man Obadiah Stane wants us to kill.
We didn't kill.
This lighter belongs to Tony Stark.
We filmed a video informing Obadiah Stane and asking him for more money.
Also forcing Tony Stark to build us his newly invented Jericho missiles.
I know, I was involved in attacking the military convoy, and now Tony Stark is making weapons at our base.
Please, I promise what I said is true, please let me go. "
He seemed to be really afraid of death and poured out everything he knew.
"Okay then, I'll give you five seconds, and you'll have ten seconds to escape." Haile said calmly.
Although I had some guesses when I saw the words Stark Industries on the weapons in the trunk, when I actually came to Marvel, I still felt a little troubled.
The Marvel world is a world that is not inferior to the DC universe.
With his current mortal body and strength left behind by the Omega Effect curse, there really isn't much he can do.
It is especially difficult to face powerful enemies head-on.
Maybe just one look at Thanos, and you will be shocked to pieces by the ripples caused by the battle between Thanos and Captain Marvel.
"What could it be that can eliminate the impact of the Omega Effect on me?"
Haer pondered carefully, guessing which items in Marvel could eliminate the influence of the Omega Effect Curse.
The self-rescue that travels through the vortex must come to this Marvel universe because there is something in the Marvel universe that can solve the Omega Effect.
These can be left to be tested later.
On the contrary, currently, integrating into the Avengers is an excellent choice.
Hal pointed the tip of the hot FS dagger at the wound in his stomach and glanced at the Stark Industries weapons in the carriage.
The man driving the Wrangler off-road vehicle was frightened, but also angry.
I've told everything I know.
Can't you let me go?
Only five seconds added! !
Only ten seconds, enough time for me to escape to where?
You devil, you actually enjoy killing people who run away, you are not a human being! ! !
He was a little angry, but when he squinted his eyes, he saw Haile's expressionless face. He inserted the hot FS dagger tip into his abdomen and picked out the bullet. His face was as calm as if he was not injured. The sound burned the skin, and a scab formed directly to stop the bleeding, and his eyebrows couldn't help but jump in shock.
The aroma and smoke of barbecue rose and filled the entire carriage.
By Allah, he was such a good man.
In fact, ten seconds was enough for him to run desperately to the bunker and hide. After all, bullets cannot turn.
The Wrangler off-road vehicle drove out of the desert and drove along the Gobi Mountains. From a distance, we saw the Gobi Mountains in the desert, with human settlements.
(End of chapter)
