There are no telling how many cameras are installed in the entire underground parking lot, and no telling how many hackers have broken into it, closely watching the developments in front of their computers.
Donny knew that he was just a monkey showman, and he was showing off to everyone, but he didn't care. Or maybe it was because everyone needed a show like this to test their quality.
Any advanced mutant who wants to have free space to move around must fight his way out. This freedom is built on countless bloody battles, forcing anyone who wants to touch him to first consider whether they can afford the price.
Many powerful mutants were moving freely in and out of various occasions, unscrupulous and without any scruples. Their relevant information had long been filed with various departments, but no one dared to touch them easily.
Wolverine doesn't even know where he's driving this wrecked car. Who's going to bother him? The gain doesn't make up for the loss. The cost is too high. Not to mention the loss, the key is that the other party can't be killed no matter how hard he tries. This is the most frustrating thing.
As for the other third-level mutants? They either lived in obscurity, never revealing their abilities, and kept a low profile; or they joined large forces and organizations, finding refuge; and ultimately, they died, dying on the road to growth. This category was the most numerous, and their fate was the most tragic.
The price of capturing a high-level mutant is too high. Therefore, the value of a newly born fourth-level mutant is far greater than that of a group of third-level mutants. This difference in the nature of life is so great that it attracts certain organizations beyond imagination, enough to drive them crazy and make them send people to test them.
It would be best to win him over with words, but it would be equally gratifying to kill him on the spot and drag back his body.
The motorcycle-turned-Transformer picked up the rocket launcher amidst the panicked and stunned gazes of the crowd. People screamed and fired, their weapons the only thing that gave them a sense of security.
Intensive gunfire rang out here, and a large number of armed men rushed in and joined the siege of Donny.
"Haha, I thought the higher-ups were being too cautious. How strong can a mere new mutant, even at level four, be? Even when Magneto first awakened his powers, he was just a fragile piece of trash who could be easily taken down."
Some people boast that they were born in the wrong era. If they were born during World War II, second-rate people like Magneto and Professor X would have been killed without a burial place, and there would not be the embarrassing situation today.
The motorcycle Transformer transformed into a metal shield, protecting Donny tightly. The rain of bullets was completely blocked outside, and the sound of clanging was endless.
Seeing this, the boastful man gained confidence and declared that he would win the battle and he had already made sure of victory.
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the shield, and a small Gatling gun extended from it. The muzzle slowly rotated and continued to accelerate, like the sonata of the god of death, as if to extend the scythe of destruction and reap lives.
People were frightened and subconsciously wanted to hide, but not everyone could. For example, the man who liked to brag about himself was shot like a sieve in the first place, with bullet holes all over his body, and he was doomed to die.
The Gatling gun quickly turned and started firing, causing heavy casualties. People fell to the ground screaming, looking extremely miserable.
Some were quick to react and had already found cover, refusing to emerge, fearful and overawed by the opponent's strange abilities. Others, more ferocious, drew their weapons and fought back, attempting to seize the opportunity to kill their opponent.
In ordinary gunfights, many people fell to the counterattack.
But Donny was different. He was completely protected, with no escape routes, save for a small Gatling gun roaring through the parking lot.
The counterattacked man quickly collapsed, a look of regret and despair on his face, his eyes wide open, a corpse, and he passed away in frustration. He died with his eyes wide open. This style of fighting was too shameless. It was a good gun battle, but the enemy and I were not on the same force plane.
"Use heavy weapons! What about rocket launchers? Blast this turtle shell open! I don't believe that something that can be easily moved by a casual punch from the Abomination can't be destroyed by my rocket launcher."
This person is quite familiar with Donny's famous fight.
He collected detailed intelligence and was very familiar with some of Tony's data. He was much better than those fools who came to hunt him carelessly. He was confident of victory and believed that Tony would have a hard time escaping.
boom!
With a loud bang, the rocket launcher blasted forward, causing a violent explosion. The powerful impact caused the entire metal shield to become twisted and pitted, as if it had been severely beaten and looked a little tattered.
"It didn't break open? It was just dented?"
Some people were shocked and couldn't believe it. This was the latest model of rocket launcher with amazing power, but the final result was that the opponent was almost unharmed, which was unacceptable to them.
Why has the defense become so good? When fighting with the Abomination, the opponent's metal man is obviously very fragile?
Donnie slapped the metal shield, and the fire energy was transferred to it. The shield recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it looked a little old.
"Because you know nothing about me."
Once again, a gap was opened, and a rocket launcher stretched out from it. This was the one that Donnie had just snatched back. He had been saving it and had not used it. Now it was time to use it.
boom!
There was another loud bang, and the shells exploded, killing many people by shrapnel, their flesh and blood mangled, and they knelt on the ground wailing. Some vehicles were affected, making loud noises, and their fuel tanks ruptured, spilling gasoline all over the ground.
Donny fired a shot, and the gasoline instantly burned. Several people were surrounded by the sea of fire, screaming and turning into burning people, dying in endless pain.
"Monster, we ordinary people are no match for them! Let those with special abilities come, I quit! Who keeps saying victory is a sure thing? Bullshit!"
People were really terrified. Some of the smaller soldiers and generals fled in panic. Some leaders roared and shot several people, but they could not stop the rebellion at all.
From just now until now, all those who shouted "victory is in their grasp" were killed, and their deaths were meaningless. People had long been suppressing their fear and fighting against an enemy that they did not understand, which was the greatest blow to morale and fighting spirit.
Tang Ni stamped his foot, knowing this was a great opportunity and he couldn't wait any longer! Charge out!
"Who dares to stop me?!"
Donnie roared, and saw the shield shrink, the Transformers inside leaped forward, and with a clicking sound, they were reassembled into a motorcycle. Donnie ran forward, jumped, sat steadily on the motorcycle, resolutely turned the accelerator, and went forward at full speed.
"You can't escape!" A loyal man stood up and shouted, "We have laid a tight net. You can't escape. We are sure to win!"
Bang!
Donnie shot the man dead.
"Who dares to stop me?!"
There was a skinny guy who didn't have time to run away and happened to be blocking the way forward.
Just as Donny was about to shoot him, Thin Man suddenly had an idea and shouted, "I'm not sure of winning! I can't afford to offend you!"
Donnie moved forward at full speed, kicking him away as he rushed towards the exit.