Luke stepped forward, lifted the alloy door, and pulled the aggressive little raccoon out.
Although Rocket was seriously injured, he was still very tough: "Damn it, you black bat, let your uncle Rocket down, or I will make you... oh↘↗↘"
The scolding stopped, and the comfort coming from its body made it utter a gentle "cry".
A faint white light flickered on Luke's left hand as he held it. He was using the light of life to restore its lost items.
Without the nagging of Mr. Rocket, Luke dodged and kicked Rhodes, whose armor had stopped working, out from under the rubble and grabbed him in his hand: "I'll take them out, Dr. Banner, you can let go now."
As he spoke, he disappeared into the passage he came from.
Dr. Banner was stunned for several seconds before he felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders: "Asshole, get out of here."
He swung his intact left arm and shattered a large piece of the building debris he was carrying with one slap.
The wreckage, without support, crashed down and buried him.
But seconds later, Dr. Banner reappeared by knocking a hole through the wreckage.
The embarrassing situation just now was purely caused by Rod and Rocket, the two burdens.
If it wasn't for saving the two of them, let alone the collapse of some base debris, even if a few hundred meters of the earth's crust collapsed, the Doctor's Hulk body would be fine.
Dr. Banner, who had escaped from trouble, was in a very good mood and couldn't help but feel a good impression of the knight who helped him.
Although he is quiet and unfriendly, his actions are efficient and to the point, without any hesitation.
Thinking of this, he chased in the direction the knight had just left.
The passage collapsed again? A few slaps and it will open again.
…
Clint reached for the quiver behind him and his face changed: "Be careful, I'm out of arrows."
As he said this, he drew the longbow in his hand towards the four-armed monster that was rushing towards him, then changed hands and swung the bow, allowing himself and the monster to pass by.
With his free right hand, he drew out the long sword from his right shoulder, and with his left hand he released the longbow. With the long sword in his right hand, he used the arc to chop the neck of the four-armed monster that turned around and counterattacked.
The four-armed monster's head flew up, but its body knocked him to the ground and made him roll several times.
Whoosh! DuangDuangDuang!
A red, blue and white round shield flew over and hit the back of a four-armed monster that continued to pounce on Clint, and then refracted and blew up the head of the four-armed monster in front, then bounced on the wall of the passage and was caught by Steve who happened to rush over, and then he chopped it on the face of the four-armed monster chasing behind him.
Steve gasped, "How are you?"
Clint kicked away the four-armed monster corpse that was pressing on him: "No problem, my knife is just as fast."
Steve: “Need I remind you to be careful with your language?”
Clint knelt on the ground, "You can't get over this joke."
Although the two were just chatting, they also took the opportunity to rest.
After the attack, Clint was lucky enough not to be suppressed, but unfortunately he was discovered early by a group of four-armed monsters and chased all the way.
He fought while retreating a distance and bumped into Steve who had just crawled out from under the rubble.
Then...they were both hunted down together.
Even though Steve is a super shield warrior and Clint is a top long-range shooter, they cannot withstand the endless power of the four-armed monster.
The two of them cooperated from long and short distances and killed hundreds of four-armed monsters in a few minutes, but were still forced to retreat while fighting.
Clint was fine. He wasn't injured before, and archery didn't consume much physical energy. Now he could still hold on for a while by swinging a knife.
However, Steve suffered minor internal injuries when the ruins occurred, and it took a lot of energy for him to get out of the ruins. He didn't even have time to catch his breath as he fought all the way here.
Even though he is an iron man, he feels like he can't bear it anymore.
He said just two sentences and took a breath, then a series of creaking noises were heard not far away, mixed with the unique roar of the four-armed monster.
Steve took a deep breath and stood up with some difficulty: "Let's go up. We can't let them kill us here."
This narrow terrain is too cramped, and the four-armed monster could squeeze them to death, so they can only retreat continuously.
If only Dr. Banner were here! This thought came to the two of them involuntarily.
When it comes to defeating mobs without losing any damage, Dr. Banner is the master.
Anyway, these miscellaneous soldiers can't break the doctor's defense, so just take a step forward and charge at him. They can't stop him even if they want to.
Within two sentences, the sound of crackling footsteps was heard in the passage where the two men came from, and then the four-armed monster emerged as expected.
Clint slowly raised his knife and Steve raised his shield, ready for another tough fight.
Boom!
With a loud bang, pieces of dust and smoke burst out from the wall of the passage not far in front of the two people, and a big hole appeared.
A familiar voice sounded from inside: "Wow, big guy, you can't use your strength like this, right? What if I don't have enough strength to fight monsters? I only have a small pistol for self-defense."
"You'd better pray that Rhodes doesn't give you the wrong directions again. I don't want to go into the bathroom again to look for his spare armor." said the leading black figure.
Amid the smoke and dust, two large figures and one small figure walked out of the hole.
Clint cried out, "Rocket? Rod? Uh... Cavaliers?"
The three of them turned their heads and looked at him on the left.
But Steve shouted, "Enemy, on the right," and prepared to throw the shield.
The three of them just happened to be standing between them and the four-armed monster, and would be pounced on by the four-armed monster in two seconds at most.
However, how could Luke, who is best at fighting in narrow terrain, be ambushed by the four-armed monster
No matter whether it was shockwave or keen sense of smell, those four-armed monsters were as stinky as dung beetles and could not hide at all.
"I'll take care of them, Rhodes, you guys go first." He spoke slowly, grabbing and throwing things casually with his hands.
Rod and Rocket felt themselves floating up, and landed quickly and steadily next to Steve and Clint.
The three men and the bear looked at each other, and Rhodes, who was unarmed, was the most impatient.
Now he not only has no spare armor, but he doesn't even have a pistol.
If he doesn't find some weapons, he won't even be qualified to play a supporting role in this battle: "What should I do?"
Steve didn't say anything for a moment, but he didn't put down the shield in his hand, ready to throw it out to support Luke at any time.
As a result, with the sound of broken bones and bangs of heavy punches, the four-armed monsters fell in front of Luke like extras in a movie.
Unlike in the movies, none of the four-armed monsters can struggle after lying down.
Apart from a few remaining nerve reflexes in their bodies that caused them to twitch slightly, the four-armed monsters did not make any other movements.
Luke's fists, palms, elbows, and knees were swung slowly and in unison, coordinating with the attacks of the four-armed monsters like a rhythmic dance.
Every four-armed monster that approached him was so easy and simple that he would "put" his neck and head against his hands and feet, killing them all with one blow.
I can't understand the Rockets using violent firearms.
Rhodes, an ordinary fighter, could probably understand a little bit.
Clint is an expert in fighting, and Steve is a master in fighting.
The two of them just glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief: No wonder this guy dared to claim that he was Batman's successor, just based on his master-level hand-to-hand combat skills, he was indeed so impressive.