Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 61 Fighting Style
  About a mile outside the factory, a very old van was parked. Under the advice of the experienced driver, the passengers in the van finally chose to walk to their destination.

"No matter how quiet the engine sound is, the overall size of the van is still too large, which is not conducive to concealment."

Frank said in a calm tone, as if he was leading two novices who had just entered a certain industry.

However, after he glanced at the huge man in silver armor following closely behind him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Dressed like this at night, the area is large and extremely reflective, and the frame even makes a tinkling sound when he walks. Concealment seems to have nothing to do with this guy.

"Your friend is not suitable for nighttime activities at all. If he insists on dressing like this in the future, the best thing for him is to do some honorable things in broad daylight."

Frank stabbed Spider-Man, who smiled innocently and patted his head without any argument.

He couldn't possibly tell Frank that his friend's armor was also included in the category of superpowers, right?
  Peter pursed his lips and glanced at Terry again. Fortunately, the other person did not make any trouble as soon as they met.

Terry's eyes were hidden in the cross slit in front of the helmet, and he could not see any expression. He followed the two of them silently without saying a word.

The three of them all had much greater walking distance than ordinary people, and before long, they could already see the seemingly continuous group of iron factories in the distance.

Terry suddenly reached out and grabbed Spider-Man's arm.

"Then let me go in first!"

"The factory building with the blue roof is today's target. Let's go there first and follow my pace - I'm just talking about Spider-Man."

"It seems like the rats are biting each other. Then we can wait here for a while until one party has a winner and then go over to clean up the mess."

"Generally, bullets can't hurt me, so I'll pass by."

Bang!
  A distant gunshot caused the three of them to instantly hide behind a nearby wall, but then they realized that the gunshot did not mean that their position was exposed.

Frank raised his hand to signal, took out a single-tube military infrared camera from somewhere, glanced at it, and gestured forward.

Spider-Man also opened his palms and shrugged at Terry.

"Are you sure? I usually choose a sneak attack when the opponent has a numerical advantage. Going in now will make us the first target for both sides who are getting angry."

Terry was undoubtedly a little excited at this moment. Although after seeing the Punisher, he realized that tonight's operation was likely to be a big job, but he did not expect that the gang fight on the first day of his debut would be so exciting.

Frank was no longer anxious this time, and his whole body became a little more relaxed.

After all, he is different from Spider-Man, who can hit a car with one punch. He is a real physical mortal. Every time he did this kind of work alone before, if he was not carefully planning the route of action, he would first use a rocket launcher to clear the way. The opponents were all blown away and stunned.

But inside the factory, the two groups of gangsters who were trading seemed to have broken down.

Then he made a gesture to Terry: "You are too easily exposed. Stay away from us, preferably at least fifty meters away. If there is any need for assistance, I will give you a signal before coming out."

The reason why I didn't bring a rocket launcher today is because by teaming up with Spider-Man, the opponent can attract firepower and avoid accidental injuries.

"But what if the person I'm looking for is killed?"

Spider-Man said firmly.

Spider-Man's sudden question silenced Frank for a moment.

He slowed down his pace and moved forward for a while.

"Did you hear that? Just find a bunker and squat down..."

Frank didn't respond immediately, frowning and starting to think.

Of course, Frank couldn't give up his goal to these two young men, so he took out another strange instrument and tinkered with it, and then nodded at the two of them.

"If you two are not afraid of bullets, I will follow closely to support you from the side."

Then Frank took out the internal structural diagram of the factory that he had already explored and planned a simple attack route for the two of them.

After Spider-Man listened patiently, he immediately jumped into the darkness.

Terry took out the Thieves Brick again and followed Spider-Man. Now that he was in stealth mode, his armor seemed to have lost its luster and was covered with a faint shadow. Quietly, no longer so noisy.

In the factory at this moment, Finn Cooley was already a little insane because of his extreme anger.

He didn't understand the meaning of sending the bell, and he didn't understand what the other party meant at first. In the end, the Devil Gang suddenly pulled out a gun and beat him severely, and more than half of his originally small manpower was lost in an instant.

Fortunately, there were enough obstacles in this abandoned factory workshop, so he was not shot dead by the opponent immediately.

But the two or three big kittens left could only hide behind the bunker and wait for death. Finland was already a little crazy, and at this moment, his expression became even more distorted under the stimulation. He hugged his arm that was scratched by the bullet, huddled in the shadows and kept cursing. He kept swearing all kinds of native Irish curse words, greeting all the old mothers and grandmothers of the Devil Gang.

But in fact, deep down in his heart, he also knew that he was probably going to fall completely into the hands of the devil's helper who suddenly changed his behavior today.

Just when he was in despair, the gunfire in the factory suddenly stopped for a moment.

Then it rang more intensively.

The experienced Finland immediately heard that the opponent seemed to be concentrating all its firepower at the moment - shooting at the ceiling?

Why is that?
  He carefully poked his head out, and then his cloudy eyes began to turn to shock.

what is that? Who is that figure that keeps moving across the ceiling on the steel beams inside the factory? Is this the kind of speed and flexibility a human being can have?
  Only a blurry red afterimage can be seen.

Before Finland could fully understand, there was a sudden sound of shattering from the glass window on the side of the factory building.

This time Finland finally saw clearly.

A knight with a silver-white metallic luster all over his body crashed through the window of the barbed wire corridor on the second floor and fell in like a ball of cannonballs.

Some members of the Devil Gang immediately turned their guns and started shooting in the direction of the new intruder.

Terry's reaction speed and flexibility are definitely not as perverted as Spider-Man's. Although he also made evasive actions, some bullets still hit him.

But those bullets not only failed to penetrate his armor, they didn't even stop his movement, only a few tinkling sparks exploded.

"It turns out that a small-caliber submachine gun only does this much damage."

Terry huddled behind the bunker, looking at the more than 20 points of blood that had been deducted after taking more than a dozen bullets. He gritted his teeth and encouraged himself, and drew out the stainless steel broadsword.

Listen quietly and distinguish the sound you want from the chaotic gunfire.

Click.

Four people were changing magazines! The opponent's firepower is at least half reduced at this moment!
  A tactical roll left the bunker, and his muscles exploded instantly. Terry charged like a silver tank. The bullets shot on his body were helplessly bounced away after emitting dazzling sparks. He rushed forward in three steps and crashed directly into the crowd. .

The gunfire suddenly stopped. In order to avoid being killed by stray bullets and ricocheting bullets before the 'monster' who seemed not afraid of bullets fell, the gangsters surrounded by Terry could only put down their guns and take out their machetes. Prepare for melee combat with the stick.

The gang member closest to Terry raised his swinging stick and pounced on him viciously, hitting Terry's neck below the helmet with one stick.

Terry turned around and raised his sword. He danced the broadsword in his hand with a movement that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and then kicked him forcibly.

The stick fell to the ground with a clang.

The first person to rush up flew out, throwing up a cloud of dust on the dusty floor. There were small wounds on both sides of the shoulder.

The remaining people rushed forward one after another.

Terry took small steps, aimed at the person at the front and charged in the opposite direction. He had no sword moves, only the three-axe taught by Jacques.

Let your weapon avoid the trajectory of the opponent's weapon, and then hit the opponent with your weapon.

Grid, click, poke!

Shoot, click, poke!

Cross, click, poke!

In ten seconds, Terry knocked down four or five people.

Spider-Man, who accidentally swung over Terry's head, was a little confused. He originally thought that Terry's fighting style should belong to the open-and-close style, after all, his body shape was so intimidating after putting on the armor.

But now, why does he look like a doctor holding a scalpel?
  He casually shot out the webbing and pulled the two people around Terry away, and Spider-Man landed next to Terry.

"Are you moving so delicately to save energy?"

"correct."

"But don't you have super endurance?"

Terry was stunned for a moment, and the broad sword in his hand dropped the frame for a moment and turned into a wooden sword: "Ahem, sorry, I forgot."

I didn't wear any accessories during training, and I haven't gotten used to the current way of fighting where my physical strength is endless.

(End of this chapter)