Chapter 121 Just a Thin Old Man

When the greenskins saw these soldiers wearing golden power armor, they were stunned for a moment.

The shock was followed by a surge of anger. The corners of their mouths twisted, the muscles on their faces twitched, and they stared fiercely at the golden armored warriors.

In the past few decades, no one has dared to truly resist the Hulk Gang. Only a handful of guys who farmed the fields picked up crudely made shotguns and tried to argue, but they were all smashed into pieces by the Hulks.

Why do these people dare to stand here today, and why do they dare to kill Banner's son?

"Fuck you, come together and avenge my brother!"

The Shamat green-skinned monster screamed, and his body tensed up in an instant. All the muscles seemed to burst, and the green skin clung to his bones.

His legs were slightly bent, and then he exerted force. His whole body was like a projectile, and he jumped into the air. A big hole was created in the ground where he was standing, and dust flew everywhere.

His body, which was several times wider than an ordinary person, drew a curve in the air. The target was the group of golden-armored warriors. The Killer Matt Hulk's eyes were filled with crazy light, his green muscles were brimming with hair, and his arms were waving.

With the gamma power flowing in his blood, he will tear them into pieces alive!

The leading golden-armored warrior with white hair put away the crossbow on his right arm, and a calm voice echoed in the air: "Shoot."

In an instant, all the Thunder Warriors acted in unison. They quickly took out huge firearms from their waists almost at the same time. Their extremely fast hand speed perfectly exceeded the limits of human beings.

Each gun was huge and majestic, and the body of the gun was decorated with metal carvings, exuding a sense of solemnity without anger. The muzzle of the gun was turned and aimed at the Killer Hulk who was still in mid-air.

"Shet."

The green pupils of Killmate Hulk suddenly shrank, and he let out a low murmur.

It wasn't until he was halfway up in the air that he realized how stupid he was for jumping up and becoming a target, but it was too late.

Sparks burst into the barrel of the gun, pushing the bullet forward and out of the barrel at extremely high speeds.

The bullets were like deadly swarms, densely penetrating Hulk's green muscles, tearing his skin, and erupting into large clouds of blood mist. The pungent iron smell filled the air, killing Matt Hulk. The body was torn into a ferocious piece of rotten flesh in the air, and the muscles and bones were shattered into pieces.

It all happened so fast that not even the few remaining Hulks and Logan in the distance could react.

The blood mist that exploded in the air fell like rain and sprinkled on the ground, making this bloody scene even more eerie and terrifying.

"Ah, ah, we don't want the rent anymore! We won't accept your rent anymore!"

A green-skinned man in the distance was horrified by the horrific sight in front of him. He was trembling all over and pushed Logan away with a hard slap. Then he rolled and crawled towards the aircraft whose engine had not been turned off.

Under the powerful pressure and devastating shooting of the golden-armored warriors, the resistance and arrogance of the greenskins evaporated in an instant.

This guy who didn't know which generation of Banner's blood was at this moment no longer cared about dignity and face. He just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible to avoid becoming the next unlucky guy in a pool of blood.

It's no problem that their skin can block some conventional weapons on weekdays, but are the things in front of them conventional?

That's definitely unconventional. Damn it, where did Wolverine get this kind of reinforcements from?

"Dad...what's going on outside?" A little head poked out from the door of the room, it was Logan's little daughter.

Logan just came back to his senses at this time. Everything just happened was too shocking. He hurriedly waved his hands and rushed towards the wooden house, "Go back to the house, go back to the house and hide! There's a fight outside!"

Hulk, who had just escaped first, seemed to have pressed a switch, and the other surviving greenskins also screamed and fled quickly following his footsteps.

They almost abandoned all dignity, just seeking the continuation of life. Along the way, the greenskins knocked down all the pitchfork wooden boxes blocking their way, and one was even so frightened that he peed, leaving a line of light water stains.

After all, these Banner's descendants have never seen any truly powerful enemies in the wasteland. The only superhero they have fought, Wolverine, has long been sealed and can only be beaten without fighting back. Meat sand buns.

Now that they have encountered real difficulties, the cowardice hidden under their green muscles finally burst out.

The leading golden-armored warrior took off his helmet, revealing a resolute face. It was Eagle Eye who had been successfully injected with serum and put on power armor.

"Want to escape?"

Clint snorted coldly, put the helmet under his right armpit, raised his left arm, and a small groove popped up instantly, containing a small rocket.

With a whoosh, the rocket flew towards the escape direction of the greenskins like a meteor, accurately poking one of them in the buttocks.

"Ah! I'm——"

"boom!"

In an instant, fire filled the air, and the shock wave of the explosion spread quickly, sucking the fleeing greenskins into the whirlpool of destruction.

After the mess and dust, the screams of the greenskins completely disappeared, replaced by only dead silence and rotten flesh on the ground.

"I've wanted to do this for decades." The eagle looked at the corpses on the ground and couldn't help but grin with satisfaction, then strode toward the cabin:

"Don't be such a pussy, Logan, it's me!"

In the cold cave, dim light was projected through the cave entrance, barely illuminating part of the space. The sound of dripping water on the stone wall came from time to time, adding a touch of moisture.

In this gloomy environment, an old sofa stood quietly, covered with a faded cloth cover. On the sofa, a skinny little old man was lying leisurely with a few soft pillows.

Wearing a pair of round glasses, he squinted and stared at the old video tape on the TV. It was "Scent of a Woman" that won the Academy Award in 1992.

The TV gave off a faint light, which reflected on the little old man's face.

That was a movie video from decades ago. Although the picture was a bit blurry, the little old man seemed completely immersed in it, with traces of memories and emotions flashing in his eyes.

It was great back then, no matter where I was.

"Dad! Something bad is going on!"

The darkness and coldness outside the cave were overshadowed by a rush of wind, followed by a frightening voice that pierced the tranquility of the cave.

A green-skinned man suddenly jumped into the cave. His face was pale and full of fear.

"What happened?" The little old man turned his head slightly and said with dissatisfaction, "If you dare to interrupt me for some trivial matter?"

Normally, this green-skinned man would have been cowed by his father's words, but he didn't care about anything at this time. He just stopped next to the little old man and gasped:

"Dad, it's not good! Someone is calling!"