One Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Nine Chapters Krypton Gold Is Lethal

In the end, it was RIPD who was the one who upset Phil the most.

Obviously targeted weapons, but RIPD doesn't give much.

If his subordinates had a professional weapon, even if they only had twelve rounds of bullets, they could quickly suppress the situation, and there was no need to be tied up like now.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. did get these things, they did a little research. Both parties knew the intention of the cottage, but this is human nature.

Just now, Phil also contacted the other party to inform the undead monster of the chaos.

The other party was unwilling to deploy their manpower uniformly, and he didn't know how many people RIPD sent to solve this incident.

It's such a hassle for such a rambunctious institution! He murmured in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

RIPD's top management is in direct contact with Nick Fury and the World Security Council, and Phil's status also talks to other people's field workers.

But in good conscience, his identity is actually the equivalent of the director of the New York branch of RIPD.

But he couldn't resist the high attitude of RIPD. Phil had never seen any of the other party's branch managers until now, and only had contact with the other party's grassroots operatives.

He also mentioned this to Nick Fury, and the always calm and domineering director also showed a helpless look on his face, just said "we can't control them", and this topic ended.

These thoughts flashed through Phil's mind quickly, and he couldn't help but growl in the intercom system: "Cheney, haven't you completed the encirclement yet?"

There was silence for a moment, and a response came: "Boss, they are too cunning, and they have the ability to walk on the wall. They have been running around in the building, and we can't stop them."

Phil: "Then try harder, if it doesn't work, just force them out and give Jack a chance to shoot."

I can't keep delaying with these two dead ghosts. Every minute and every second wasted at this moment is the life of innocent people.

Just as he was thinking about it, a black shadow gliding from the sky, kicked through a window with a bang, and crashed into the interior of the building.

Phil was shocked: "What's the situation?"

There was a moment of silence in the intercom system,

Then came Cheney's surprised voice: "Batman, here comes Batman... uh, he killed both ghosts."

Phil: ...

Subordinates:  …

How many seconds is this?

It took less than five seconds from Batman entering through the window to Cheney speaking.

And just now these two cunning dead ghosts entangled with them for almost five minutes.

When Phil and the sharpshooter's men were stunned, Luke had jumped out of another window and slid directly in front of the two of them: "Why are your people still using net guns, and you still want to catch them alive at this time?"

Upon hearing this question, Phil and his subordinates were all depressed.

It was Phil who explained the dilemma of his own lack of special firearms and matching ammunition for dead ghosts.

The blood-red lenses on Luke's mask flashed: "That's it? Why didn't you say it just now!"

With that said, he stretched out his hand under the cloak, but actually took out a bag from the storage space and threw it to the sharpshooter: "The special 9mm pistol bullet I just bought a few days ago, ordinary firearms can also be used, You can kill a dead ghost with one shot."

Phil was surprised: "You still have this... eh? You just bought it?"

Luke nodded slightly to him.

Phil understood immediately: this is the product of the "everything big guy"!

Luke looked at the pair of mechanical gloves in Phil's hand again: "Your marksmanship is not so bad now, you have to believe in "self"."

Phil noticed where his line of sight was, knowing that this was reminding himself to make good use of the auxiliary shooting function of the mechanical glove, and he could only smile bitterly: "There were too few bullets just now, I dare not waste it."

Luke nodded: "Inform your team members, I will replenish them with a batch of special ammunition along the way, and now is not the time to save." After he finished speaking, he took off without waiting for Phil's answer.

It's not that he didn't bother to say these few words to Phil to understand the inefficiency of S.H.I.E.L.D.

In the next ten minutes or so, Luke followed the movement route planned by Alfred, and while eliminating the dead, he also provided special ammunition to Phil's ten teams along the way.

Each team got 200 rounds of special ammunition, most of which were allocated to those with the best marksmanship.

The threat level of multiple firepower points is different from that of a single firepower point.

An effective firepower point can't even be used to outflank, and three or five people can force the opponent into a dead corner with relative ease.

The level of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents is not too bad, and with the help of the existing net guns, the speed of clearing the dead ghosts skyrocketed immediately.

Phil watched as the dense red dots on the phone quickly disappeared one by one, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Maintaining this efficiency, the clearing operation can be completed in at most 30 minutes, and this time the big riot of the dead ghosts will end within an hour.

Although the trouble is big, it is a blessing in misfortune that the most serious consequences have not occurred.

Luke cleaned up dead ghosts all the way, looking at the thousands of points missing in the system, it still hurts a bit.

The bullets he provided Phil had just been remodeled in the storage space.

A few days ago, I used my clone to take the initiative to take a blue-light bullet from the big blond wave. At that time, the system indicated that it had received special fusion-type spiritual energy, which could be cloned and used.

Afterwards he harassed the system and figured out what was going on.

In short, the little old man's blue-light bullets are special products attached with some special spiritual energy, which can be regarded as a "special spiritual type" energy attack fired by a gun.

But this kind of attack is invalid for normal humans, and only has a "one-shot fatality" effect on those dead ghosts whose ordinary firearms are ineffective.

This is also the reason why the dead ghosts are not afraid of physical attacks, but rarely cause trouble.

Their strongest point is their immortality, which is their weakness with a single shot.

After understanding this, Luke asked the system to help come up with "enchanted bullets", and Selena got a large number of them.

The bullet body is the most common kind. Just put it in the storage space, hand over the points, and tell the system the "enchanting" strength, and the enchanting process is over.

For one enchantment, at least 20 points are required.

This is not a processing fee charged by the system, it just injects the energy contained in twenty points into the bullet.

In a word, it is krypton gold.

Although Luke is not slow to earn points now, it is much slower than making money.

When he was earning several thousand points a month, he was still taking a police detective's annual salary of tens of thousands of yuan, and at most occasionally earning more than tens of millions in extra money.

Now it is very easy to get tens of thousands of points in a month, and his net worth is tens of billions.

In such a comparison, he felt that the "gold" of this "enchanted" bullet really hurts.

When 2,000 rounds of enchanted bullets were sent to ten groups of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, although the minimum standard was only 20-10 rounds, the 40,000 points were gone.

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