Marvel: Start with Hydra

And so suddenly!

"Sorry! I didn't catch what you were saying just now, can I trouble you to say it again?"

Clark's expression was kind, and if it wasn't for a man who was still alive at his feet, holding a bloody long knife in his hand, the other party would probably be happy to answer his question.

And now...

"Damn~! You lunatic!"

The rest of the Skull Brotherhood first cursed angrily, then reached out and touched the back without hesitation. There was an M1911 pinned there, but before he could draw his gun, a swipe of knife light was on his side. The retina flashed for a moment, the next moment a sharp pain hit, and suddenly a sense of powerlessness hit his whole body.

"Although your gun can't kill me, it will hurt a lot, so please die."

Clark spoke in a calm tone that could not help but be terrifying.

He gently pushed the Skull Brotherhood member in front of him with one hand, and as the other party fell, the blood-stained blade was also pulled out of the other party's body.

"It won't be good to be smashed later." Clark bent down and picked up the gasoline canister beside him, put it next to the door, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

After a few seconds.

Clark backed away again.

"I almost forgot to touch the corpse, it shouldn't be."

He bent over and found two guns and four spare magazines among the two bodies.

"One is enough."

Taking one of the guns out of the magazines and throwing them away, Clark put all the magazines in his trench coat pockets and walked into the bar again.

In the bar, the loud music made Clark, who had just come in, frown subconsciously.

"What a terrible environment."

He looked around.

Under the dim light, there were people everywhere, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air. It was the smell of tobacco mixed with alcohol and various perfumes.

Clark doesn't like it here.

He raised his M1911 and fired three shots at the ceiling.

The sound of gunfire drowned out the loud music in the bar.

The guests who heard the gunshots screamed in fright, and many people squatted with their heads up instinctively, and the movements seemed to be very skilled.

"Okay, now the entertainment show is over, if you don't want to die, get out of here immediately!"

The guests who just spent money for entertainment, how dare they continue to stay after hearing this.

Hastily is a bunch of cuddling mice.

"Wait a moment!"

Clark suddenly stopped a man who was about to run past him.

"I-I'm not from the Brotherhood of Skeletons!"

"I know, and I know you."

Clark put the gun on the opponent's forehead.

Feeling the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, the man almost urinated on the spot.

"I--"

He had just begged for mercy, but Clark suddenly pulled him in front of him.

next moment......

The gunshots are loud!

A dozen or twenty bullets hit the man in an instant.

"Shoot as soon as you come, it really is a group of ruthless people!"

Clark grabbed the dead guy in his hand and rushed forward. After a distance, he threw his arm forcefully, and the corpse was smashed towards the opponent as a projectile.

boom!boom!boom! ......

He emptied the M1911 in one breath, but he had never touched the gun, and only two bullets hit people, in non-lethal positions such as arms and thighs.

"MD, this marksmanship sucks!"

He cursed secretly, Clark, who had no time to change the magazine, threw the gun in his hand like a hidden weapon.

"Ouch~!"

A hapless man was hit in the face, squatted down in pain, covered his face with his hands and screamed.

"Shoot! Kill him for me!"

The leader of the Brotherhood of Skeletons roared loudly, and took a micro-charge in his hand and shot at Clark who was rushing up.

"I block!"

Clark shouted loudly, waving the long knife in his hand.

A flash of light flashed...

Not a single bullet was blocked!

"Hi~!"

Clark's painful facial features were twisted, but he rushed forward and slashed a member of the Brotherhood of Skeletons in the face.

With this knife, he 'cut a double eyelid' on the spot.

Seeing how happy the other party was, they couldn't help 'cheering'.

boom!boom!boom! ......

The gunshots kept ringing.

There are more than a dozen people on the other side, each with a gun, that is, a dozen guns.

And Clark is only one person, even if he has Wolverine's super-speed self-healing ability, but these bullets hit him, and he still suffers from death.

"F***!"

Clark scolded the word beginning with F, and at the same time hacked to death two members of the Brotherhood of Skull and Bones.

"F***! What kind of monster is this?!"

The other party also scolded, and the expression on his face even showed some fear.

"Your whole family is a monster!!!"

Clark roared with a knife and threw the opponent to the ground.

The blade stabbed directly into the opponent's body.

He snatched the gun from the opponent's hand, and after being shot a few times in the back, he rolled over and shot continuously behind him.

This time the distance was getting closer, and Clark's head-sighting has obviously improved significantly.

On the spot, three members of the Brotherhood of Skulls were shot and fell to the ground. *

Chapter [-]: Harvest [For collection!Ask for flowers! 】

"I knew my marksmanship wasn't that bad."

Just as Clark grinned, a bullet rubbed his ear and hit the ground, and the flying rubble ran into his ear, causing another burst of pain.

"Give me death!"

Clark jumped up again with red eyes.

After a few minutes......

The dying leader of the Skull Brotherhood fell to the ground, coughing blood and looking at the man standing in front of him with resentment and horror in his eyes.

"Someone once said that a perfect infiltration is to kill all the enemies who find you. I always think this sentence is very correct, what do you think?"

The leader of the Brotherhood of Skeletons on the ground opened his mouth to say something, but only spit out a mouthful of blood, and then swallowed his last breath.

"Looks like you agree with that."

Clark stepped over the other's body and walked to the office inside the bar.

After a few minutes, he came back here again.

There was a black canvas bag in his hand.

This canvas bag contained some of the present that he had just collected from the office, and it was not much, about four or five million.

In fact, there are not many places where Clark usually needs to spend money.

After all, he is actually just a 9-year-old child, where does he need so much money?

However, searching after killing people is a traditional custom.

In the mentality of not taking it for nothing, Clark still found a canvas bag to pack the money and take it away.

As for those guns on the ground, Clark couldn't care less.

He wouldn't admit it, it was because his marksmanship was so bad that he didn't think it would be useful, so he didn't take it away.

When I walked out of the bar, there was no one outside.

None of the guests who ran out went to the police when they were full. After all, they knew exactly what this place was, and the people who dared to make trouble in such a place could be the people they provoked?

In line with the principle that more is worse than less, no one called the police.

Just pretend you haven't been here tonight!

Throwing the canvas bag on the ground, Clark picked up the can of gasoline he had brought and went back to the bar again.

It didn't take long for him to fill the bar with gasoline.

The spilled gasoline came to the door of the bar along the way, and extended a short distance outside before he threw the empty gasoline can in his hand.