The mechanical craze in Marvel

I had a long phone conversation with Nolan.

Of course, she did most of the talking.

Nolan Locke?

That bastard has been assembling some kind of combat robot.

I just occasionally give her a few perfunctory words.

Even so, she is already very happy as an orphan.

Just then, the night rain began to fall.

The windows got wet.

"Why is it raining suddenly?"

Jessica Jones sighed.

Ugh, this weather is awful.

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Chapter 19 Jessica's Crisis

A light drizzle was falling.

It made the night even more desolate.

Outside, there were a dozen or so gunmen from the Irish mafia.

Under the cover of darkness, they quickly approached Jessica Jones's house.

Jessica Jones had no idea about any of this.

Jessica Jones continued rambling on, while Nolan listened patiently on the other end.

Of course, perhaps only one out of ten sentences reached Nolan's ears.

As for the others, they didn't even have the right to ask him to respond with an "um".

He was researching whether there were any areas for improvement between the SAR-01 combat robot and the Alpha Killer.

Two of the Killer robots have been destroyed in the previous battle.

One of them was even taken away by the police.

Fortunately, the killer was assembled by him personally.

He was quite familiar with the various parts of the killer.

After being pieced together, it was barely reassembled into a single unit.

Even though the performance is much worse, at least it can be considered a way to make use of waste.

While he was studying, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

gun?

Nolan's pupils constricted slightly.

That was the other end of the phone.

Why were there gunshots?

The next moment, Jessica Jones' voice rang out.

"Damn it, who are you people?!"

Jessica Jones was both shocked and furious.

That bastard who fired that shot almost killed her!

She possesses superhuman strength and her skin has excellent defensive capabilities.

But her abilities are still developing.

She was not strong enough to resist the gunfire.

But the answer she received was a second gunshot.

Then, a burst of gunfire erupted.

And these people seemed to have no intention of sparing her life at all.

Jessica Jones didn't have time to talk; she knew what to do.

Staying in this house will only lead to your death.

leave here.

Only by leaving here can we have a chance to survive!

With her mind made up, Jessica Jones charged toward one of the gunmen without hesitation.

The gunman saw her and immediately opened fire.

Despite her efforts to dodge, Jessica Jones was still shot.

There was a muffled sound.

She felt intense pain, but she dared not stop.

Because if she stops, she's doomed.

next moment,

The two made contact.

Jessica Jones's superhuman strength allowed her to punch the gunman.

The gunman was suddenly sent flying more than ten meters away.

He lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

She didn't even dare to look back before running towards the rainy street.

"Damn it, she got away! Chase her!"

A group of gunmen shouted.

And the other side.

Nolan called out urgently into the phone.

Obviously, he received no answer.

His face looked grim.

"Assemble the Killer and SAR-01 combat robots."

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty robots, designed specifically for killing, quickly assembled from various locations.

Nolan rushed into the basement, jumped onto a motorcycle.

At the same time, Delta 6 donned its high-speed power suit.

Accompanied by the roar of a high-displacement motorcycle.

And a series of faint metallic clanging sounds.

A group of Dark Hunters rushed toward Jessica Jones's location.

"Jessica, hang in there!"

Nolan roared anxiously in his heart.

Morse!

He couldn't think of any other possibility besides Morse.

But he never expected that Morse would actually go and cause trouble for a girl.

That damn bastard has no bottom line whatsoever!

Jessica Jones had already run into the street by then.

She was clear-headed and kept running towards the police station.

This is Hell's Kitchen; no one here is willing to meddle.

The police station was her only hope.

but,

The gunmen guessed what she was thinking.

How could I possibly let her have her way?

Before I knew it, the rain had gotten even heavier.

The rain washed away all traces left by the gunfight.

Every household that heard the gunshots closed their doors and windows and turned off the lights that were still on.

This world, so dark, terrified her.

Her face was pale.

He was clutching his abdomen with one hand.

She was shot there, and even with her defensive capabilities, the bullet wounded her quite badly.

Not only on the abdomen, but also on other parts of the body, there were several wounds, though they were not very serious.

As the price for these wounds.

She has successfully killed three people.

But so what.

There are at least thirty enemies left!

For a moment, she was overcome with despair.

suddenly,