Transformers In Marvel

The massacre is still going on. The Hagui clan is large in number, about a hundred people. It is really impossible to mobilize a small army of 100 people with various heavy firepower in a place like New York without a reliable force behind it.

This kind of metropolis, don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it, and there is no background to erase the traces behind, so don't expect a good end.

Although the man with glasses hated the forces behind him, he felt that he was so loyal, yet he was abandoned like garbage, which made him chilling.

If the man with glasses knew that there were satellites staring at him, he would be even more desperate.

He was an outcast, and the vampires had no interest in covering up his whereabouts, so they sent him out carelessly.

Many big forces silently followed the progress of the situation through satellites. They watched scenes and scenes. This small battle was like a slaughterhouse, extremely bloody. A few metal hunks were like cutting wheat, cutting off human lives in rows, and even few people could preserve the complete corpses.

Those who survived by luck, held their stumped limbs and broken arms desolately, smiled miserably on the spot, and didn't want to live at all.

Everyone who saw this scene gasped. It's not that they haven't experienced war, but such a cruel scene still makes them extremely afraid. This mechanic has amazing abilities, and his strikes have become more and more ruthless, and he doesn't take the enemy's life at all.

"How did he become like this, his attacks are getting more and more ruthless..." Nick Fury couldn't help rubbing his forehead as he watched the picture from the satellite, "He is obviously a good citizen with no criminal record, but he is getting more and more murderous Decisive, it seems that he has a very amazing ability to adapt to this kind of thing. I thought he would be affected by Charles after staying for a while, and he could restrain himself..."

"Then when do you plan to visit him?" Coulson was still so gentle, and this scene didn't have much impact on him. When Downey woke up from the hospital, he had keenly noticed the young man's composure. He didn't panic because he suddenly stepped into the extraordinary world.

He was even a little abnormally calm. After thinking about it, Coulson could only attribute this to a kind of indifference and numbness after the sudden change in his family and life.

"Arrange a helicopter for me, and I'll go now." Fury has always been vigorous and decisive, and he wants to act immediately and wait at Downey's house. This didn't seem abrupt, after all, there was an old bartender living in Downey's house, and the place was already surrounded by agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and even a vampire or haggard couldn't even think about getting in.

Downey sat in the center of the town, and let the Transformers charge down, killing the Hagui tribe to pieces, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he was in a state of panic all day long. If someone survived by chance, they would probably have a lifetime of nightmares that would never go away. Even if they escaped, they would never dare to be enemies with Downey again in this life.

But Downey didn't plan to let people go. In his opinion, people like Hagui were more hateful than vampires. The vampire is the enemy, and the enemy will do anything against him, and there is nothing wrong with that. But the Hagui tribe, a group of traitors, ready to stab in the back at any time.

"Go to hell, I'm going to blow you up!"

A Hagui clan pretending to be dead waited patiently for Downey. He had a bomb strapped to his body and wanted to make a suicide attack, directly killing Downey, the controller. Finding the right time, he exploded, rushed into the position very close to Downey, and resolutely detonated the bomb.

There was a loud noise, and Downey was turned over by the sudden huge explosion, and his face was ashamed.

Many surviving Hagui clan showed hope, but it was quickly shattered. Donnie coughed and stood up as if nothing had happened, but he looked a little embarrassed. His body is covered with small Transformers battle armor, coupled with his increasingly powerful physique, it is enough to protect him without worry.

"I was careless... I must learn from it in the future..." Downey shot another person who rushed forward desperately, with a flat face. He is trying to sum up the gains and losses, so that he will not make the same mistake next time, no matter how small the person is,

It is possible to create unimaginable miracles, and history has told him this countless times.

In the increasingly cruel battlefield at all levels, there are not many opportunities for him to make mistakes and reflect. Maybe in the battle with some big boss, a negligence will be killed.

Donnie is aware of his own shortcomings, he forced himself to grow up quickly, shed the ridiculous innocence and purity of the past, and he has to use the most cautious eyes to look at the surrounding environment.

In the flames of war, a car turned around first and left, increasing its horsepower to the extreme in just a few seconds, leaving the others to escape alone.

A few Hagui clans who were lying on the ground and still alive cursed loudly. They were desperate, but they fought bloody battles in return for the betrayal and abandonment of their own people. This is the behavior that most easily breaks their fighting spirit.

There was no need for Downey to do anything anymore, they had already lost their fighting spirit as a fighter. The leading executives have left them and ran away, so what are they doing?

Some people began to get up, dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, raising their hands to surrender. The dozen or so surviving people followed suit, knelt down and raised their hands high. This is a gesture that any race understands, and it can be called the lingua franca of the universe.

Downey did hesitate for a moment, but he still made up his mind and shot.

The last dozen or so Hagui clansmen still fell in a pool of blood, their eyes wide open, with unbelievable despair remaining.

"If you were vampires, maybe I would accept your surrender, but you are rapers."

Downey murmured to himself and sighed softly. His words made him feel extremely hypocritical. He also knew in his heart that this was nonsense, even if some vampires really surrendered to him, he would be more decisive in attacking, without even hesitation. Vampires reproduce at an astonishing speed. If a vampire is not restricted, it can pull up an army of vampires in a short period of time. New vampires will then transform more humans into vampires, causing the number of vampires to skyrocket exponentially.

The man in the glasses was running wildly in his car, he kept urging the driver to drive faster, feeling uneasy, he didn't even have the courage to look back, he just kept urging to drive faster. He was terrified, afraid that a few shells from behind would blow him to pieces, and that would be the end of everything.

Downey really planned to do this, he squinted, and one of Optimus Prime's arms immediately assembled into a huge muzzle, and a huge metal lump had already formed in the muzzle. Even if it doesn't explode, being hit by this thing will smash your body to pieces.

He aimed at the receding shadow, and the car kicked up a cloud of dust.

At this time, a figure appeared without warning, which surprised Downey!

Someone is faster than Downey! So fast that you can't even see what it is!

Almost instantly, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the man in glasses and his driver were thrown in front of Downey, with a bewildered expression on their faces. The departing vehicle was still driving, but quickly lost control and rolled over on the side of the road.

"What kind of mechanic are you?" This was a silver-haired young man who appeared in front of Downey in an instant, as if the distance in space was just a joke in front of him. His speed was countless times faster than bullets, and every action It can be done in an instant.

Everything in the world is slow motion in his eyes.

He crossed his chest and raised his chin, squinting at people, which was very annoying.

"The old guy specially asked me to cover you. From now on, you will be my little brother." The silver-haired young man was crazy. He squinted his eyes at people, as if he was contemptuous of someone, and his raised chin almost reached the sky.