Hodge stumbled through the bustling streets of New York, causing cars to dodge along the way, and several of them crashed into the side of the road because they didn't have time to brake, and the traffic on the streets became chaotic.

The angry driver honked his horn and poked his head out of the window to greet Hodge's maternal elders.

The dense crowd was also knocked over by him, and let out a burst of screams.

There was a wooden stick stuck in his back, and the blood stained the clothes behind his back, dripping on the ground into a puddle.

But Hodge didn't care about the wound in his back at all, because he didn't have time to deal with the wound, and he didn't dare to stop at all.

Because the Strategic Science Corps bites too hard in the back, where is there a chance to breathe.

This is completely different from the Strategic Science Corps that Hodge knew before, and the Strategic Science Corps was still like an army, acting straightforwardly.

Now the Strategic Science Corps has become very strange, insidious, cunning, despicable, shameless, and bottomless.

It's all to blame on that Bruce Wayne!

Hodge gritted his teeth and thought that since this man came, the Strategic Science Corps had been at rest.

He was chased by the gendarmes all the way and panicked, so he could only keep running towards the bustling city.

Then Hodge got lost, looking at the dense traffic on the surrounding streets, and the crowd of people coming and going, so that he, a soldier from the countryside who had never entered the city, was confused.

Where am I?

Where am I going?

The policeman patrolling next to him quickly noticed the big man covered in blood, because his figure was so conspicuous that he stood out from the crowd.

The patrol officers in black uniforms blew their whistles, and several people surrounded them with batons.

Hodge naturally didn't take these pistol-only policemen seriously, and even when he was injured, he easily knocked several sturdy policemen to the ground.

But as soon as there was such a delay, the gendarmes who followed behind caught up.

Jeeps slammed on the brakes, making a screeching sound of tires grinding, and gendarmes with long guns and short guns jumped out of their cars, screaming and pounced on Hodge.

Hodge lowered his head and pulled out his pistol from the waist of the policeman lying on the ground, and opened fire on the onrushing gendarmes.

Immediately, two gendarmes were shot in the chest and fell to the side of the road.

The other gendarmes were shocked and raised their guns to return fire, and for a time stray bullets flew sideways and rained down bullets.

The army of this era had no experience in fighting in densely populated urban areas, let alone the consciousness of avoiding casualties among innocent passers-by.

What's more, American GIs have always been simple and rude, which is actually no different from Lao Maozi's anti-hostage operation.

As soon as the gendarmes opened fire, the citizens on the street were immediately attacked, and under the dense fire, Hodge was not injured, and all the bullets hit the passers-by next to him.

Civilians fell in pools of blood, screaming and screaming mixed with gunfire, and the gendarmes turned a blind eye to all this, firing wildly with guns.

Hodge dodged flexibly, with the help of various vehicles and debris nearby, and even the corpses of citizens as cover, and jumped directly into the defense line of the gendarmerie.

The gendarmes who were close to them were immediately in a big confusion, and some of them turned their guns in a hurry and fired indiscriminately, but the target was not hit, and as a result, they were accidentally injured in a large area.

After being approached by super soldiers, the combat effectiveness of ordinary people is completely inadequate, and the gendarmes are flying all over the sky like bottles that have been knocked away by a bowling ball.

Hodge went berserk at this time, grabbed the Browning machine gun on the ground, and pressed it against his waist to start a crazy indiscriminate attack.

The machine guns constantly spewed tongues of fire, and the bullets whipped the panicked fleeing crowd like whips, sweeping the crowd down one by one like cutting wheat.

Hodge laughed wildly at the bloody scene in front of him, the bloodthirsty beast took over all his sanity, and while he kept strafing, he kept throwing grenades, which would explode in the streets with sparks of death.

Just when Hodge was in high spirits, two bullets suddenly flew out of nowhere, hitting the machine gun's chain directly, breaking the long chain.

Without the chain, the machine gun, whose barrel was already red, fell silent.

Hodge was furious and looked up. On the balcony next to him, a Chinese man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses stood and held two Mauser automatic pistols in his hands and pointed at him.

Although his body was slightly thin, he stood as straight as a javelin, like a sword, unable to hide his sword intent.

The glass of the sunglasses couldn't block the other party's cold eyes, staring at Hodge uncomfortable, this feeling he had only seen in Bruce Wayne's body, but he didn't expect to see another person now.

The Chinese, dressed in black, jumped directly from the balcony several meters high, smashed straight to the ground, and raised his hand to shoot Hodge.

Hodge lunged to the side, trying to take cover with the help of the jeep.

But unexpectedly, the opponent's marksmanship was extremely accurate, and before he could crouch down behind the jeep, a bullet hit him next to the head.

So Hodge had to move to the next cover, and just like that, he was driven back and forth by bullets and hid like a flock of sheep driven by a sheepdog.

The opponent's marksmanship is accurate, and the gun is not less than three centimeters away from his head, nor does it hit him, nor does it deviate too far.

It took a while for Hodge to realize that the other party was just playing with him, not trying to kill him.

Hodge was so angry that he jumped out of the back of a car and pounced directly on the man in black, deciding that he would kill the hateful man in black.

This time it was like thunder, as fast as lightning.

Hodge's fist sent out a series of afterimages, which exploded as he spurted through the air.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Li Yuanfang's mouth, and he dodged left and right flexibly, occasionally kicking out a kick and kicking Hodge, not to hurt the enemy but to test the other party's flaws.

Hodge misses several attacks, and stands with an angry roar, like a mad bull, his eyes red and panting.

Li Yuanfang cautiously distanced herself and stared closely at Hodge's next move.

Unexpectedly, this brute bull-like strong man did not rush up again, but suddenly bounced up, jumped several meters high, grabbed the balcony of the tall building on the side, flexibly climbed up, and got into the building.

Li Yuanfang frowned slightly and shouted, "Want to run?!" ”

An arrow leaped up, kicked against the wall, and landed on the balcony, following Hodge inside.

Li Yuanfang had just rushed into the room of the building, when two dinner knives suddenly flew in front of him and stabbed them in the eye.

He didn't panic, he directly made an iron plate bridge, leaned back, and flew out with two flying knives grazing his head.

At this moment, a solid cast-iron stapler smashed into his calf with a cracking sound.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Li Yuanfang suddenly threw the gun with both hands, grabbed the door frames on both sides with his free hands, poured his strength into the palms of his hands, and raised his legs stiffly, avoiding the attack of this hidden weapon.

When Li Yuanfang stood up straight, he saw a thin woman strangled by Hodge's thick arm, and the other hand held the dinner knife and put it on the hostage's head.

"Don't come here, or I'll stab her to death!"

Li Yuanfang paused and stopped.