Looking at Dufran and Kimchi Lub, Ivanov and other more than twenty gangster thugs who suddenly turned around were stunned.

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

Before he could finish speaking, he first raised his pistol and pulled the trigger on Kimchi Lub.

"Bang! Bang bang bang! ”

Other gangster thugs also opened fire, and with a continuous burst of gunfire, a rain of bullets shot at the two people opposite.

However, Kimchi Lubu had already prepared, and before Ivanov raised his gun, he held five fingers, and a holy light shield instantly condensed in front of the two.

All the bullets fired by the gangster thugs were blocked by the shield of holy light, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the ground.

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

Dufran raised his hand to add a king's blessing to him, and then reached into his briefcase, as if to take something out.

The Holy Light armor covered Kimchi Lubu's body, and he roared and jumped up like a tiger, cutting the blade horizontally in his hand, and a gangster thug's head immediately fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

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

However, these pistol bullets are powerless to penetrate the Holy Light Shield, and even if they can hit Kimchi Lub, the Holy Light Armor blessed by the King can cancel out most of the power and cannot cause fatal damage.

So in the blink of an eye, Kimchi Lub killed three more gangster thugs.

At this time, Dufran also took out his weapon from his briefcase: an M1 carbine with a folding butt.

The body of the carbine faintly emitted holy light, and it was clearly a light-cast weapon as well.

With an umbrella in his left hand and a carbine in his right hand, he aimed at a gangster thug and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

A deafening gunshot rang out, and the bullet shot out of the muzzle with a little holy light, leaving a pale golden trail in the air, hitting the chest of the gangster thug.

The sin unleashed the retributive power of the Holy Light, and the thug's body was almost broken in two by a single shot, and the flesh and bones were splashed!

The mediocre M1 carbine was actually beaten with the effect of anti-materiel heavy sniping.

Compared with the tiger's Kimchi Rubu, Duflan's light casting M1 is obviously more shocking, and its explosive sound and destructive power make the already panicked gangster thugs almost stupid.

"Boom! Boom Boom! Dufran fired one after another, and one mob after another was torn apart on the spot, and they died a very happy death.

Soon the thugs were all about running away.

However, escape is not feasible at all, and in this small street, Kimchi Lub's tiger-like figure can quickly stop every thug who tries to escape.

Even if they run far, Duflan's Lightcast M1 will deliver the finishing shot.

After a while, only three of the more than two dozen gangsters were left on their knees begging for mercy and did not dare to escape, including the leader Ivanov.

Ivanov felt that it was spineless to do so, but when the muzzle of the M1 was pointed at him, he immediately realized the preciousness of life.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, please! He fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

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

He originally thought that Anton Vanke was more likely to send some professional killers over, but it turned out to be just a group of gangsters who were almost no threat to them.

In fact, Anton Vanke can't help it, although he is in the top level of Stark Industries, after all, he defected from the Soviet Union not long ago, and he is a scientific researcher, so he will not be able to find any professional killers for a while.

And as Dufran said, in the information that can be obtained, he and Kimchi Rubu are both stinky dicks who have no power to fight back, and it is interesting enough to deal with such a small role, more than twenty gun-wielding thugs.

Kimchi Lubu gasped and walked over to Duflan and looked at the light-cast M1 carbine in his hand, his face full of question marks.

As a warrior from the Indian tribe, he really didn't understand Dufran's routine, especially now.

In the battle just now, although he looked like he was killing in all directions and slaughtered about ten gangster thugs with his own hands, when it came to the ranks, he was really 108,000 miles away from Du Fran.

Under the protection of the king's blessing and the shield of holy light, although the bullet could not cause him fatal wounds, the damage was still there, and at this time he had several injuries on his body, blood overflowed, and he looked quite embarrassed.

In contrast, Duflan did not move from beginning to end, holding the light-cast M1 carbine elegantly in one hand, and even holding an umbrella gracefully, not knowing that he thought he was acting in a drama......

"Times have changed, Sioux warriors." Dufran refilled the Lightcast M1 with ammunition and said to Kimchi Rube.

Kimchi Lubu: "......"

Dufran looked at Ivanov, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked, "What is your name and who sent you?" ”

Ivanov hesitated.

Du Fran was about to put the muzzle of the gun on his head, and without saying anything else, he began to count down, and said quickly: "Nineteen, eight, seven, six......"

Ivanov was covered in a cold sweat in an instant, and when the countdown was about to be counted in a blink of an eye, he hurriedly said: "I, my name is Artyom Ivanov!" Yes, it was Anton Vanke who sent me, don't kill me, don't kill me! ”

"Sure enough, it's him." Dufran put away his gun and said, "Come with us." ”

……

The next day.

Dufran and Kimchi Rube came to Stark Industries again, only this time to bring three gangster thugs, the three Ivanovs they had captured alive last night.

Of course, the three gangster thugs didn't make any special costumes, and looked like they were following Dufran as if they were henchmen, but their faces were full of bitterness, worse than the flies that were laying eggs in their mouths.

They really don't know how they will face their employer, Anton Vanke, or what will happen to them.

In Ivanov's opinion, he was probably lucky to be able to spend the rest of his life in prison.

After the last experience, this time the employees of Stark Industries did not stop them, and let Duflan enter smoothly and met Howard Stark and Anton Vanke.

"See you again, Mr. Stark." Dufran smiled politely, then looked at Anton Vanke, "And Mr. Vanke." ”

Old Stark, who had not yet noticed the anomaly, responded the greeting.

However, when Anton Vanko saw Ivanov, his face suddenly became very ugly, dark clouds were thick, and his voice trembled: "You..."

Dufran also glanced at Ivanov: "Mr. Vanke, obviously you didn't choose the right person, these gangster thugs can be described as a rabble." ”

"Gangster?" Old Stark frowned and looked at Anton Vanke, "What's the matter, Vanke?" ”