Transformers In Marvel Chapter 39: Silver hair

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"People's lives don't end when they die, it ends when they lose faith."

– Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

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The massacre is still going on. There are a large number of Hagui tribes, about a hundred people. It is really impossible to dare to mobilize a hundred small troops with various heavy firepower in places like New York. There is no reliable force behind them to support it.

　　 This kind of metropolis, I don't know how many eyes are staring, there is no background to erase the traces behind, don't think of a good ending.

　　 Although the man with glasses hated the forces behind him, he felt that he was so loyal, but he was abandoned like rubbish, which made him chill.

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

　　 He is an abandoned son. The vampire has no interest in covering up his whereabouts, so he is sent out carelessly.

　　 Many big forces silently followed the progress of the situation through satellites. They watched scenes of scenes. This kind of small war was like a slaughterhouse, bloody. A few large metal pieces are like cutting wheat, cutting out human lives in rows, and not even a few people can keep a complete corpse.

　　, who did not die by chance, took his own stump and severed his arm in a desolate manner, smiled sorrowfully on the spot, and didn't want to live anymore.

　　 Everyone who saw this scene took a breath. It's not that they haven't experienced war, but such a cruel scene still makes them extremely jealous. This mechanic has amazing abilities, and his actions have become more and more fierce, and he didn't take the enemy's life in the slightest.

"How did he become like this? The attack is getting more and more ruthless..." Nick Fury looked at the picture from the satellite and couldn't help rubbing his forehead. "He is obviously a good citizen without a criminal record, but he is getting more and more murderous. Decisively, it seems that he has an amazing ability to adapt to this kind of thing. I thought he would be affected a bit after staying with Charles for a while, and he would be able to converge..."

　　 "Then when do you plan to visit him?" Coleson was still so gentle, and this scene did not cause him much impact. When Downey woke up from the hospital, he had keenly discovered the calmness of this young man, and he was not panicked because he himself suddenly stepped into the extraordinary world.

　　 Even the calmness is a little abnormal, and Coleson can only attribute this to his indifferent and numb mentality after a sudden change in family and life.

　　 "Arrange a helicopter for me, and I will go now." Fury has always been resolute, and he wants to act immediately and wait at Downey's house. This doesn't seem abrupt, after all, there is still an old bartender in Downey's house. It has been secretly surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and even a vampire or a hagui tribe shouldn't even enter.

　　 Downey sat in the middle of the town, let the Transformers charge down, and killed the Hagui tribes to pieces. If someone is lucky enough to not die, they are afraid that they will leave a lifelong nightmare hard to dissipate. Even if they escape, they will not dare to be an enemy of Downey in this life.

　　 But Downey didn't plan to release people, things like the Hagui tribe were more hateful than vampires in his opinion. A vampire is an enemy, and the enemy does everything to deal with him, which is understandable. But the Haguizu, a group of rapes, are always ready to stab a knife in the back.

　　 "Go to death, I will blow you up!"

　　 A hagui clan who pretended to be dead patiently waited for Downey. He had a bomb tied to his body and wanted to make a suicide attack, directly killing Downey, the controller. He found the time to violently, rushed into a position very close to Downey, and detonated the bomb resolutely.

　　 There was a loud noise, and Downey was turned somersault by the sudden explosion.

　　 Many surviving hagui tribes showed hopeful gazes, but they soon shattered. Downey coughed and stood up as if nothing had happened, just looking a little embarrassed. His body is covered with small Transformers armor, coupled with an increasingly powerful physique, enough to protect him from worry.

　　 "It's careless...you must learn from it in the future..." Downey shot another man who rushed forward with a backhand shot, and his face was flat. He is trying to summarize the gains and losses, so that he will not make the same mistake again next time. No matter how small a person is, it is possible to create incredible miracles. History has told him this countless times.

　　In the increasingly cruel search battlefield at all levels, there is not much opportunity for him to make mistakes and reflect. Maybe in the battle with a big boss, an oversight was killed.

　　 Downey knew his shortcomings. He forced himself to grow quickly, losing the ridiculous innocence and purity of the past. He had to look at the surrounding environment with the most cautious eyes.

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

　　 A few of the Hagui tribe who were lying on the ground still yelled at them. They were desperate, but they fought **** battles in exchange for their own betrayal and abandonment. This is the easiest behavior to break their morale.

　　 There is no need for Downey anymore, they have lost their fighting spirit as a fighter. The leading executives all left them and ran away, what are they doing?

　　 Someone started to get up, threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, holding their hands high to surrender. The dozens of surviving people also learned the same way, knelt down and held up their hands. This is a posture that any race understands, and it can be called a universal language.

　　 Downey did hesitate for a moment, but he was still cruel and shot.

　　 The last dozen hagui tribes still fell in a pool of blood, their eyes widened, and there was still unbelievable despair.

　　 "If you are a vampire, maybe I will accept your surrender, but you are a traitor."

　　 Downey muttered to himself and sighed softly, which made him feel hypocritical. He knew in his heart that this was nonsense. Even if a vampire surrendered to him, he would be more decisive when he started, without even hesitation. The reproduction speed of vampires is amazing. If a vampire is unrestricted, he can pull up an army of vampires in a short time. The new vampires will transform more human beings into vampires, resulting in a geometrical number of vampires. The multiple skyrocketed.

　　 The man with glasses is driving a crazy Mercedes-Benz. He constantly urges the driver to drive faster. He feels anxious. He doesn't even have the courage to look back. He just keeps urging to drive faster. He was terrified, afraid that a few shells would blast him into pieces from the rear, and that was all over.

　　 Downey did intend to do the same. He squinted, and one of Optimus Prime's arms immediately assembled into a huge muzzle, and a huge metal lump had already been formed in the muzzle. Even if it doesn't explode, you will be crushed by this thing.

　　 He aimed at the distant shadow, and the car threw up a dust of sand.

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

　　 Someone started faster than Downey! It's almost impossible to see what it is!

　　 It was almost an instant, time seemed to stagnate at this moment, and the man in glasses and his driver had been thrown in front of Donny with a bewildered expression. The far away vehicle was still driving, but quickly lost search 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 for an instant, as if the distance in space was just a joke in front of him. His speed was countless times faster than a bullet, and every action was It can be done in an instant.

　　 Everything in the world is slow motion in his eyes.

　　 He held his chest and raised his chin, and looked at people slantingly, which was annoying.

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