Monkey King in Marvel

As soon as Monkey King jumped out of the car with Bessie in his arms, the car was hit by the vehicle that caused the accident and hit the middle of the intersection.

At this time, a heavy goods vehicle was coming rapidly from the direction of the green light at the intersection.

collapse!

Like a bulldozer, the heavy-duty truck crushed and pushed Bessie's SUV out like a trash can, making a creepy, huge, sharp impact and friction sound.

The suv deformed rapidly, compressed, wrinkled, and cracked, and when it stopped, it had completely turned into a large pile of broken steel and plastic garbage that was smoking thickly.

Because of the two sudden car accidents, the vehicles approaching the intersection one after another all braked suddenly, causing a lot of rear-end collisions, harsh collisions, screaming and crying everywhere.

In just over 20 seconds, it spread into a messy and huge car accident scene.

Sun Wukong, who was holding Bessie in a coma, ran to the side of the road quickly. He looked up and saw a thin black man running down from the car that deliberately hit them.

The black man was wearing a black windbreaker and a cap pressed down very low. He got out of the car, shook his head, and then walked towards Monkey King and the others.

Monkey King noticed that the right hand of the black man was stuck in the coat pocket of the windbreaker, and the bulging was obviously a weapon, and it was probably a pistol.

Seeing the black man getting closer, Monkey King quickly squatted down and hid behind a car.

If he was attacked by himself, of course he could rush out to fight without any scruples, but now he is still holding his unconscious relatives in his arms, so he has to be scruples.

He glanced down at Bessie, and saw that her eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale and her lips were blue, and the blood on her forehead had already flowed onto her cheeks. He raised his hand and wiped away the blood that was about to flow into her eyes with his sleeve, and then called softly "Aunt Bessie," but got no response.

While frowning slightly, several thoughts flashed through his mind quickly.

Quickly and lightly sitting Bessie on the ground against the tires, Sun Wukong took off his coat and covered her, then stared at the rearview mirror of the vehicle.In the rearview mirror, he saw that the black man had approached less than ten feet away, and slowly pulled his right hand out of his pocket. It turned out to be a pistol—Glock 17.

When the black man took out his pistol, the passers-by who were still watching curiously just now screamed and scattered.

Looking left and right, he pulled a small trash can nearby and held it in his hand, Sun Wukong silently recited the numbers in his heart.

step!Two steps!Three steps!

When he said three, he threw out the trash can he was holding in his hand, in the direction of the black man.

Seeing the trash can flying over suddenly, the black man subconsciously raised his hand to cover his head, and at the same time pulled the trigger in the direction the trash can flew out.

"**!"

Unexpectedly, the force that came with the trash can was beyond imagination. The black man who was hit in the middle roared and cursed in pain, and the muzzle of the gun trembled, and the shot was already crooked.

boom!boom!

Two fired bullets shattered the windows of the vehicle.

Seeing that there was no movement after a trash can flew out from the back of the vehicle, the black man who became cautious took a few steps and wanted to go around the vehicle to check, but he heard a sound from the side after only two steps.

"Oops!"

Hearing the rapid sound from the side, the black man immediately understood that he was being attacked by the target. He tried hard to turn around and adjust the muzzle of the gun, but the speed of the target was so fast that he almost blinked. He saw the target rushing in front of him.

In an instant, all movements seemed to be slowing down.

He watched helplessly as the target leaped over two cars in one step, and then supported the car roof with one hand. The roof was deeply sunken. The target's body was spinning, and one leg was swept towards him by the strong wind, and he was speeding in front of him. Zoomed in, and his muzzle was turned less than halfway.

puff!

He felt his head was hit hard by a heavy hammer, his muscles trembled like dough, and the huge force spread along his head to his torso and limbs in an instant, and then he flew upside down, out of control The right hand pistol came out.

When flying backwards, he even saw blood and teeth flying out of his mouth in the air.

Snapped!

His back finally hit the concrete floor, and he had the illusion that he was like a watermelon that fell from the Empire State Building, completely torn apart.

How could the target have such fast skill and such great strength?

But the illusion is an illusion after all. He has been immersed in killing for a long time, and the steely will that he has tempered made him not faint immediately. Instead, he was surprised to have such a thought in his head, struggling to get up from the ground, the pistol Right on the edge of reach.

As long as he still has a gun in his hand, he won't be able to die for the time being!

However, his hand only moved an inch, and a fist fell from the air, hitting his stomach hard.

The abdomen was hit hard, and conditioned reflex, the black man's head and legs were turned up, and the blood gushed out again, spilling into a blood mist.

"Who are you and who sent you here?"

Although he was only hit twice, the black man was already severely injured. His vision began to blur and his ears began to experience auditory hallucinations. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what the target was doing and saying. .

Click!

It was only a delay of one or two seconds before the black man saw the target tap his calf with his toe. This time he finally heard it clearly. It was the sound of his calf fracture and shin fracture. .

"what--"

The black man who had several teeth kicked out cried and screamed.

"Jeremy, Jeremy..."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Monkey King was about to start when he heard Bessie's cry. Looking back, Bessie had woken up at some point, weakly holding on to the front of the car, calling helplessly. Own.

"Jeremy, leave it to the police, okay, I know you are a kind and good boy, and you shouldn't be contaminated with those..."

After Sun Wukong came over to support her, Bessie panted heavily and spoke intermittently, but also because she was a little injured, she got up in a hurry and said too much in one breath, so that she passed out before finishing speaking.

Sun Wukong saw that the car next to him still had the key inserted, and the owner didn't know where he was going. He simply hugged Bessie to the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt. He turned around and sat in the driver's seat. Black man, ignite the car and drive in the direction of the hospital.

At this time, the roar of the police car was already very close.