Chapter 39

The defense of the Ten Rings Gang's base is very loose, at least in Alvin's current eyes, it is almost full of loopholes.

He parked the military Humvee a few miles away, and to avoid alerting the enemy, he sneaked over under the cover of night.

He thought that, at any rate, it was an extremist organization that kidnapped Tony Stark in the movie, but the result was only a few scattered people on sentry duty, two of whom were even dozing off.

"Good, good, good, no wonder it was destroyed by Obadiah, this is too weak!"

No hidden sentries, no patrols, no alerts, the whole camp was just highlighted by relaxation, making Alvin, who sneaked in cautiously, look exactly like a clown.

"Fuck, this counts as a terrorist organization?" Alvin was so angry that his liver hurt, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Not even as good as the black gang in the lower nest. If it weren't for Obadiah and Obadiah supporting them behind the scenes, I wouldn't believe it even if I died that this group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp could attack Tony Stark?"

If Take were to do it, he could cut off the head of the leader of the Ten Rings Gang in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, and then carry it out swaggeringly.

But complaining is complaining, business still has to be done!

Under the cover of the night in the desert, Alvin used the skills he learned from Take, like a ghost in the night, and sneaked into the base silently.

"Just right, take this opportunity to exercise my infiltration skills." Alvin pulled out the combat knife from his waist, walked forward slowly with his waist bent, his breathing frequency lightened, and his footsteps almost disappeared.

Soon, he touched behind the first person on sentry duty and rose up violently with lightning speed.

Covering the mouth, slitting the throat, the two actions were done in one go, without any pause.

The person on sentry duty widened his eyes, his pupils full of fear, and until he died, he didn't know who killed him.

"Hmm, the movement is still not clean enough." Alvin carefully felt the series of actions of the assassination just now and found a small mistake: the range of movement was too large, which was easy to make a sound.

If it were Take doing it, there wouldn't be half a sound, and there wouldn't be so much blood spraying out.

Since the mistake was found, the rest was to correct it bit by bit.

Fortunately, there were still many scum in the base, enough for him to practice slowly and correct mistakes.

As for the reason... there was no special reason. Jamil gave him a pottery jar of clear water, and in return, Alvin decided to destroy this organization for him.

By the way, he could also practice the skills Take taught. Killing two birds with one stone, is there anything better than this?

"The angle of the knife was off by a few degrees."

"Need to observe the surrounding environment to avoid making unnecessary sounds."

"Hmm, next time I can stab the heart directly, so there won't be too much blood splashing out."

"This is precious combat experience!"

After solving the last person on sentry duty, Alvin wiped the blood off the combat knife and cast his gaze toward the tents of the base.

There should be quite a few scum inside, right?

Just as Alvin intended to sneak into the tent to solve the people inside, suddenly someone walked out of the cave.

"Shit!"

Alvin cursed, knowing the plan had gone bankrupt.

Sure enough, the man saw the yellow sand stained red with blood and the miserably dead sentry personnel at a glance, and ran back to the cave in terror.

Alvin didn't say a word, pulled out the bolter gun from his waist, and pulled the trigger directly.

Bang!

The sound of the bolter was extremely loud, especially in the open desert environment.

The man's head, along with his upper body, was directly blown to pieces by a bolter round, and the bullet even embedded into the cave, blasting a crater the size of a basin!

Blowing the smoke from the muzzle, Alvin's expression was calm: "Very good, now it's Subject Two training, marksmanship and encounter battle."

As the voice fell, a harsh alarm bell suddenly pierced the silent night.

The terrorists awakened by the alarm bell rushed out of the tents with guns. After seeing the killed sentry personnel, they had no training level at all, raised their AK47s and started shooting wildly, focusing on random marksmanship and suppressing the enemy with momentum!

Although Alvin was wearing flak armor, this thing only covered the upper body and had no helmet. If he was shot in the head, he wouldn't have anywhere to cry.

He rolled into cover, rubbed his eyebrows, and felt helpless: "Can't you just lie on the bed obediently and let me kill you one by one, saving some ammunition?"

You know, the standard Imperial Guard bolter gun Take gave him had a total of forty rounds of ammunition.

Each round is very precious and cannot be replenished, which makes Alvin a bit entangled. Using it on this group of scum really makes him feel pained!

As for the plasma gun... forget it, this group of scum doesn't deserve it!

While Alvin was pondering, he decided to use it sparingly, so he turned on the deflection field defense shield and rushed out from behind the cover at an extremely fast speed.

Pitter-patter!

A string of bullets hit the flak armor and was completely defended, not even scratching the paint.

With the "deflection field defense device," Alvin didn't have to worry about being shot in the head by lucky marksmanship at all, moved between covers several times, and directly closed the distance with that group of terrorists.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

A big bearded man who looked to have a high status commanded the people next to him to carry a rocket launcher.

But just when he was about to aim, Alvin's lips raised slightly, and a death smile appeared on his face: "Very good, finally reached the attack distance, next... is my performance time!"

The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and thin frost even condensed in the desert.

It was as if the wails of countless souls echoed in the wind, and the heads of the terrorists opposite exploded one after another like smashed watermelons!

Pop! Pop! Pop!

If there were a filter, it would probably be a gorgeous fireworks show.

"Devil! He is a devil!"

"Help!"

"No, I surrender, don't kill me!"

But unfortunately, no matter how those terrorists begged for mercy, they couldn't escape death.

Soon, the base of the Ten Rings Gang returned to silence.

The viscous red and white filth, like paint on a canvas, was wantonly and messily smeared on the yellow sand.

Just at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the cave.

"Come on! Come on! You cowards!"

I saw a huge iron man, with flames spraying from his arms, roaring excitedly and rushing out of the cave: "Tony Stark is here, all get out... get..."

The iron man's movements stiffened suddenly, as if he had been cast a freezing spell by a witch.

Looking at the base that was a mess, full of brains and headless corpses, the iron man vomited after a short brain storm.

"Ugh—fuck, fuck, what is this?!"

Tony's stomach was churning, wishing he could vomit out the meal from the day before yesterday.

Only then did he see the boy in the desert, looking at him with strange eyes: "Are you okay?"

The first meeting between the two left Tony with a great psychological shadow.

So much so that after going back, Tony completely eliminated all food related to the words "white" and "viscous."