Paladin of Asgard Chapter 484: [Lightforged M-Carbine]

Looking at Dufresne and Xinqilubu who suddenly turned around, Ivanov and more than 20 gangsters were taken aback.

It was Ivanov who reacted quickly. When he saw the eyes of the two people surging with holy light, he immediately realized that they were not ordinary people, and immediately said: "Shoot!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his pistol first, aimed at Xinqilubu and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

Other gangsters and thugs also fired one after another, and with the continuous gunshots, a rain of bullets shot at the two people on the opposite side.

However, Xinqilubu had been prepared for a long time. Before Ivanov raised his gun, he held his five fingers together, and a holy light shield instantly condensed in front of the two of them.

All the bullets fired by the gangsters were blocked by the holy light shield, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the place.

"Give me the king's blessing!" Xinqilubu said, holding a shield in his left hand and taking out a short blade with his right hand. The short blade was faintly visible with golden light, and it was undoubtedly a weapon infused with holy light.

Du Fran raised his hand to give him the blessing of the king, and then reached into the briefcase, as if he was about to take something out.

The holy light armor covered Xinqilubu's whole body. He roared and jumped up like a tiger. The sharp blade in his hand cut across, and the head of a gangster fell to the ground immediately.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing that he was so vigorous, the other gangsters were all shocked, and quickly turned their guns to shoot at him.

However, these pistol bullets were unable to penetrate the shield of holy light. Even if they could hit Xinqilubu, the holy light armor of the king's blessing could offset most of the power and could not cause fatal damage.

In a blink of an eye, Xinqilubu killed three more gangsters.

At this point, Dufresne also pulled out his weapon from his briefcase: an M1 carbine with a folding stock.

The body of the carbine faintly exudes holy light, and it is obviously a light-forged weapon.

He held an umbrella in his left hand, held a carbine in one hand with his right hand, aimed at a gangster thug, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

A gunshot was deafening, and the bullet shot out from the muzzle with a little holy light, leaving a pale golden trail in the air, hitting the gangster's chest.

The crime inspired the punishment power of the Holy Light, and the body of the thug was almost cut in two with a single shot, and the flesh and blood flew!

The mediocre M1 carbine was shot with the effect of anti-material heavy sniper.

Compared to Xinqilubu, who is preying on tigers, Dufresne's Light Forged M1 is obviously more shocking. Its bursting sound and destructive power almost frightened the gangsters who were already panicked.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Dufres fired one after another, and one after another the thugs were smashed to pieces on the spot and died very happily.

Soon the thugs were **** off, completely devoid of fighting spirit and only thinking about escaping.

However, escaping is not feasible at all. In this narrow street, Xinqilubu's tiger-like figure can quickly stop every thug who tries to escape.

Even if they run farther, Dufresne's Lightforged M1 will give them the finishing shot.

After a while, only three of the more than twenty gangsters knelt down and begged for mercy, and they dared not escape, including the leader Ivanov.

Ivanov felt that it was very spineless to do so, but when the gun of Lightforge M1 was aimed at him, he immediately realized the preciousness of life.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!" He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Dufrelan put down his carbine and said lightly: "The rabble."

He originally thought that Anton Vanke was more likely to send some professional killers, but it turned out that they were just a group of gangsters, who hardly threatened them.

Actually, Anton Vanke has nothing to do. Although he is a high-ranking stark industry, he defected from the Soviet Union not long ago and is a scientific researcher. He will not be able to find any professional killers for a while.

And just like Dufresne said, in the information that can be obtained, both he and Xinqilubu are helpless stinky dicks. To deal with such a small character, more than 20 people with guns The thugs are interesting enough.

Cinchrub panted and walked up to Dufresne, looking at the light-forged M1 carbine in his hand, question marks were written all over his face.

As a warrior from an Indian tribe, he really doesn't understand Dufresne's routine, especially now.

In the battle just now, although he looked like a massacre and slaughtered about ten gangsters with his own hands, but in terms of platooning, he was far behind Dufresne.

Under the protection of the King's Blessing and the Holy Light Shield, although the bullets could not cause fatal injuries to him, the damage was still there. At this time, he had been injured in several places, with blood overflowing, and he looked quite embarrassed.

In contrast, Dufresne did not move from the beginning to the end, holding the Lightforged M1 Carbine elegantly in one hand, and even holding an umbrella in a personable manner. Those who didn't know thought it was a drama...

"The times have changed, Sioux warriors." Dufresne said to Xinqilubu while filling the ammunition for the Lightcast M1.

Xinqilubu: "..."

Looking at Ivanov who was kneeling on the ground, Dufresne asked, "What's your name, who sent you here?"

Ivanov hesitated.

Dufrelan immediately put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, and without saying anything else, the countdown began, and the speech was very fast: "Nineteen eight seven six..."

Ivanov was covered in cold sweat instantly, and when the countdown was about to end, he said quickly: "I, my name is Artem Ivanov! Yes, Anton Vanke sent me here, don't Kill me, don't kill me!"

"It really is him." Dufresne put away his gun and said, "Come with us."

…

The next day.

Dufrene and Hinchrub came to the Stark Industrial Building again, but this time they brought three gangsters, that is, the three Ivanovs they captured alive last night.

Of course, the three gangster thugs didn't make any special outfits, and they looked like they followed Dufresne like a follower, but their faces were full of bitterness, which was worse than a fly laying eggs in their mouths. uncomfortable.

They really don't know how to face their employer Anton Vanke in the future, and they don't know what will happen to them in the end~IndoMTL.com~ In Ivanov's view, spending the rest of his life in prison may already be lucky.

After the previous experience, the employees of Stark Industries did not stop him this time, allowing Dufresne to go in smoothly and met Howard Stark and Anton Vanke.

"Meet you again, Mr. Stark." Dufresne smiled politely, then looked at Anton Vanke, "and Mr. Vanke."

Old Stark has not yet noticed the abnormality, and responded to the greeting.

However, when Anton Vanke saw Ivanov on the side, his face suddenly became very ugly, with dark clouds, and his voice trembled: "You..."

Dufrelan also glanced at Ivanov: "Mr. Vanke, obviously you didn't choose the right person. These gangsters and thugs can be described as mobs."

"Gangster?" Old Stark frowned, looking at Anton Vanke, "What's going on, Vanke?"

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