Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 29 Carnivores
There are always lots of pigeons around the church.

This is not surprising.

Pigeons, a resident bird, like to build their nests in places with a wide view, sufficient sunlight and good air circulation.

Churches certainly fit these criteria.

In front of Graves's eyes was a white pigeon that was poking around and jumping around.

It was standing on the lectern, looking up at him in his overcoat and Bible in his hand.

Look silly.

A smile formed on the corner of Graves' mouth, and he dismissed him casually.

The flapping of wings sounded, and Graves couldn't help but think of the story of the dove in the Bible.

After the flood, Noah in the ark released a dove for the second time, and it came back with a bunch of olive branches in its mouth.

This image was later extended to be a symbol of peace.

After the third release, the dove never came back, and Noah knew that the flood in the world had receded.

This story recorded in "Genesis" can be said to be well known, but many people who have never read the Bible think that the first time Noah released a dove.

In reality, it was actually a crow that Noah released for the first time, and it did not come back either.

Because crows eat meat.

When the clock struck six o'clock, Graves almost watched helplessly as a gangster's head burst open like a rotten watermelon.

Then a muffled gunshot was heard.

He snapped the open Bible shut in his hand.

The white doves flew away.

His little brothers shouted "sniper" in panic, and then hid their bodies like rabbits.

But this sniper was very powerful. In just ten seconds, three people were directly shot.

Even if they are just looking around.

The opponent immediately started suppressing firepower. Graves was very familiar with this, and he could tell from the sound of the gunfire that the opponent was using the best assault rifle.

His men had to retreat into the chapel to retreat.

The scene was already in chaos, but Graves took the time to put the broken Bible back in its place, and even calmly lit a cigarette before picking up the shotgun that was put aside.

Ignoring the cries and warnings of his subordinates, Graves walked slowly towards the door of the chapel.

"In the sweat of your brow you shall eat your bread until you return to the ground, from which you were taken.

Dust you are, and to dust you shall return. "

With a click, the gun was loaded.

Graves fired brazenly at the approaching foe.

An explosive grenade was shot from the door of the chapel, and after landing, it destroyed everything in its path with its explosive impact, and finally exploded among the enemies.

He could almost feel the desperation of his opponent.

one?or two?

It doesn't matter anymore, he only knows that a few people were directly blown to pieces.

Naturally, Graves wouldn't just stop at the spot and pretend to be aggressive. Instead, he slid and rushed ten meters away. The place where he stopped just now was instantly torn apart by saturated firepower.

After adjusting his position, he moved and unleashed firepower on the enemy.

People within his attack range can only look for cover on the spot.

The range of a shotgun is generally said to be between 20 meters and 100 meters, but in fact, at around 25 meters, the lethality and accuracy will drop sharply.

However, what Graves has in his hand is a sprayer that is unparalleled in the world, and its effective killing distance has reached 50 meters.

This unreasonable weapon highlights an inappropriate person.

Graves, who suppressed a squad, rolled to hide in the bunker, changing bullets expressionlessly.

He threw away the cigarette butt, looked at the shotgun in his hand with satisfaction, and had an idea, thinking that this gun seemed to have a name.

According to the clown, it seems to be called "fate" or something.

It's really ugly. From now on, this gun will be called [Crow].

As for his subordinates, they were so frightened that they couldn't speak at this time. These little bastards vaguely knew that Graves seemed to be stronger after changing to the new boss.

But who would have thought that he could become so fierce!
This inspired their courage to fight.

The gangsters used their short guns to attack the enemy fiercely.

On the S.H.I.E.L.D. side, it was in a certain degree of chaos at this time.

The chants of "wounded," "go to bunker," and "shoot" abounded over the radio.

Fortunately, they were excellent agents after all. Except for a few unlucky ones who were killed when they met each other, most of them kept their health and quickly restored the fighting order.

As the on-site commander, Brock Rumlow is carrying out the established tasks in an orderly manner.

Firefight, suppression.

In fact, in his opinion, this battle can be resolved with a single charge, but eliminating Graves is not the goal of the mission, they can play shooting games with this group of gangsters.

The left and right S.H.I.E.L.D.s have completely taken control of the situation.The opponent's counterattack was nothing more than a cornered beast, but on his own side, the sniper rifle was frantically calling names.

With every gunshot, an enemy was injured or even died directly.

"What a miraculous thing!"

Rumlow murmured, he came this time with another hidden mission.

Take Graves' shotgun.

"Such a magical and powerful weapon should of course be in our hands."

……

"vomit……"

Catherine couldn't bear it anymore, holding the rifle, turned around and retched.

This made her a little embarrassed, after all, she had just bragged before.

It turns out that even in a sniper scope, a human head is very different from a watermelon.

It is impossible for people to deceive their own hearts, but when you end a life with your own hands, you always have to bear the double test of psychology and physiology.

"Are you okay?" Victoria asked with concern.

Catherine covered her mouth and waved her other hand, signaling that she was fine.

She just needs a little time to get used to it.

"Now I am not only a reporter, but also a soldier guarding the border between the extraordinary world and the human world."

Catherine muttered to herself.

Looking at the rookie agent who took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions, Victoria laughed, patted her on the shoulder, and praised: "Good job."

This made Catherine a little confused, and she thought that her rookie performance was very bad.

Hawkeye looked at Catherine squarely this time, and said lightly:

"She is right, you are indeed outstanding."

Catherine's eyes lit up, not because she felt honored to be praised by Hawkeye.

I just saw the increase in experience points.

Look at the specific amount again.

+110
Catherine's eyes lit up, she felt that she understood something, and excitedly said to Hawkeye: "Quick, give me another compliment!"

Hawkeye: "..."

He felt that this big girl seemed to have a problem with her brain.

But no matter what, the opponent's shooting talent...in fact, it should be said to be shooting skills, which can be called the pinnacle.

This is an endorsement from the most accurate man in the world, Clint Barton.

Whether it is the accuracy when shooting, the grasp of opportunities, or the calmness when pulling the trigger, it all reflects that this is a real sniper master.

And it is quite mature, a master who has reached the pinnacle.

Just need to hone the mentality a little more, this is the future star of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Catherine took a deep breath, ready to continue fighting, and asked Victoria while aiming: "What is the goal of our operation this time? Is it just going to drag on like this?"

Victoria was about to say something, but this question was rushed to answer.

"Ha, can't you tell? Of course it's because of me!"

The familiar tone made Catherine's body stiff.

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